<?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-4583047277674344501</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:16:37.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida Louca, Vida</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-7070409854253210454</id><published>2011-01-07T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T16:41:58.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma luta diária..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSeyTYYpc4I/AAAAAAAAAqA/RZ0_UlSexYs/s1600/livre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSeyTYYpc4I/AAAAAAAAAqA/RZ0_UlSexYs/s320/livre.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembremo-nos de que o homem interior se renova sempre. A luta enriquece-o de experiência, a dor aprimora-lhe as emoções e o sacrifício tempera-lhe o caráter. O Espírito encarnado sofre constantes transformações por fora, a fim de acrisolar-se e engrandecer-se por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chico Xavier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-7070409854253210454?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/7070409854253210454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=7070409854253210454' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7070409854253210454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7070409854253210454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2011/01/uma-luta-diaria.html' title='Uma luta diária..'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSeyTYYpc4I/AAAAAAAAAqA/RZ0_UlSexYs/s72-c/livre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-2252199873957062683</id><published>2011-01-05T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:24:24.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo, tudo, tudo é teu é só querer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUK5wY2I2I/AAAAAAAAApc/HH82IDX8tds/s1600/DSC02462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUK5wY2I2I/AAAAAAAAApc/HH82IDX8tds/s320/DSC02462.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo, tudo, tudo é teu é só querer&lt;br /&gt;Você quer?&lt;br /&gt;E com um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;É fácil de viver...&lt;br /&gt;É muito importante&lt;br /&gt;Bastante gargalhadas, há há há!&lt;br /&gt;E já, já, já&lt;br /&gt;Não te dói mais nada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se compra um sorriso nem se vende o amor&lt;br /&gt;Não há como pagar é muito caro o coração&lt;br /&gt;Aqui só te ensinam, tudo tem que se pagar,&lt;br /&gt;Mais o meu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai poder comprar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo, tudo, tudo é teu é só querer&lt;br /&gt;Você quer?&lt;br /&gt;E com um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;É fácil de viver...&lt;br /&gt;É muito importante&lt;br /&gt;Bastante gargalhadas, há há há!&lt;br /&gt;E já, já, já&lt;br /&gt;Não te dói mais nada?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-2252199873957062683?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/2252199873957062683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=2252199873957062683' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2252199873957062683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2252199873957062683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2011/01/tudo-tudo-tudo-e-teu-e-so-querer.html' title='Tudo, tudo, tudo é teu é só querer'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUK5wY2I2I/AAAAAAAAApc/HH82IDX8tds/s72-c/DSC02462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-3565863019342197462</id><published>2011-01-03T20:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:28:32.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um feliz 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSKhueaL7II/AAAAAAAAApY/MJmxkmrlbuY/s1600/Feliz+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSKhueaL7II/AAAAAAAAApY/MJmxkmrlbuY/s400/Feliz+2011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-3565863019342197462?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/3565863019342197462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=3565863019342197462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3565863019342197462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3565863019342197462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-feliz-2011.html' title='Um feliz 2011!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSKhueaL7II/AAAAAAAAApY/MJmxkmrlbuY/s72-c/Feliz+2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-6882206249547864319</id><published>2010-12-29T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:51:42.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010... 2011!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TRvlTBt9SOI/AAAAAAAAApU/jPgEQgEQIWg/s1600/girassol_984_1600x1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TRvlTBt9SOI/AAAAAAAAApU/jPgEQgEQIWg/s320/girassol_984_1600x1200.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas, que já tem a forma do nosso corpo, e esquecer os nossos caminhos, que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares. É o tempo da travessia: e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-6882206249547864319?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/6882206249547864319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=6882206249547864319' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6882206249547864319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6882206249547864319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-2011.html' title='2010... 2011!!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TRvlTBt9SOI/AAAAAAAAApU/jPgEQgEQIWg/s72-c/girassol_984_1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-6732413303169990946</id><published>2010-11-28T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T15:24:21.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TPLkXcCmxLI/AAAAAAAAApA/97IgJZH42bQ/s1600/DSC00230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TPLkXcCmxLI/AAAAAAAAApA/97IgJZH42bQ/s320/DSC00230.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu descobri que a solidão é o grande amor da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;A minha companheira fiel&lt;br /&gt;A mãe que sempre me estende o colo&lt;br /&gt;E o consolo sempre almeijado.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho outro conselheiro&lt;br /&gt;Ela sempre esteve ao meu lado."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-6732413303169990946?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/6732413303169990946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=6732413303169990946' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6732413303169990946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6732413303169990946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-lua.html' title='Oh! Lua'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TPLkXcCmxLI/AAAAAAAAApA/97IgJZH42bQ/s72-c/DSC00230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-535589642669869916</id><published>2010-11-22T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:23:43.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolsa de Grife</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Vanessa da Mata &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TOskIZyGO1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/MCcJUE8Sno8/s1600/DSC00330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TOskIZyGO1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/MCcJUE8Sno8/s320/DSC00330.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Comprei uma bolsa de grife, mas ouçam que cara de pau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ela disse que ia me dar amor, acreditei, que horror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ela disse que ia me curar a gripe, desconfiei, mas comprei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Comprei a bolsa cara pra me curar do mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ela disse que me curava o fogo, achei que era normal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse que gritava e pedia socorro, achei natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tenho angústia, sede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão, a gripe e a dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a sensação de muita tolice nas prestações que eu pago pela tal bolsa de grife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem pensei, um impulso pra sanar um momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silenciar, barulho. Me esqueci de respirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, dois, três&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu paro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nem tudo será&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi meu colar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TOskIZyGO1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/MCcJUE8Sno8/s1600/DSC00330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dentro há o que procuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ainda tenho angústia, sede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão, a gripe e a dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E a sensação de muita tolice nas prestações que eu pago pela tal bolsa de grife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(2x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Meu amigo comprou um carro pra se curar do mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-535589642669869916?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/535589642669869916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=535589642669869916' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/535589642669869916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/535589642669869916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/11/bolsa-de-grife.html' title='Bolsa de Grife'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TOskIZyGO1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/MCcJUE8Sno8/s72-c/DSC00330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-4723528450208872103</id><published>2010-08-26T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T13:57:31.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscelânea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/THbUUSfgjUI/AAAAAAAAAos/BypcXVQHQ5I/s1600/amapo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/THbUUSfgjUI/AAAAAAAAAos/BypcXVQHQ5I/s320/amapo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sou uma miscelânea, sou a soma de um monte de pessoas e de algumas ideias malucas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Kléber Novartes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-4723528450208872103?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/4723528450208872103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=4723528450208872103' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4723528450208872103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4723528450208872103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/08/miscelanea.html' title='Miscelânea'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/THbUUSfgjUI/AAAAAAAAAos/BypcXVQHQ5I/s72-c/amapo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-6270684644313739832</id><published>2010-08-15T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T16:33:43.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se avexe não</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TGh42hRezeI/AAAAAAAAAok/-VPrwhzuUcc/s1600/DSC09269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TGh42hRezeI/AAAAAAAAAok/-VPrwhzuUcc/s200/DSC09269.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amanhã pode acontecer tudo&lt;br /&gt;Inclusive nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se avexe não&lt;br /&gt;A lagarta rasteja até o dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que cria asas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se avexe não&lt;br /&gt;Que a burrinha da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se atrasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se avexe não&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã ela pára na porta&lt;br /&gt;Da sua casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se avexe não&lt;br /&gt;Toda caminhada começa&lt;br /&gt;No primeiro passo&lt;br /&gt;A natureza não tem pressa&lt;br /&gt;Segue seu compasso&lt;br /&gt;Inexorávelmente chega lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se avexe não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe quem vai subindo a ladeira&lt;br /&gt;Seja princesa ou seja lavadeira&lt;br /&gt;Pra ir mais alto vai ter que suar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-6270684644313739832?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/6270684644313739832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=6270684644313739832' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6270684644313739832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6270684644313739832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/08/se-avexe-nao.html' title='Se avexe não'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TGh42hRezeI/AAAAAAAAAok/-VPrwhzuUcc/s72-c/DSC09269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-3293724723979677719</id><published>2010-07-15T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:58:25.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há uma lenda..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TD-6DkqLFyI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Kv1K6imXPqc/s1600/DSC08954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TD-6DkqLFyI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Kv1K6imXPqc/s400/DSC08954.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cliquem na foto, para ver maior.. Vale a pena =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em cada um de nós há um segredo, uma paisagem interior com planícies invioláveis, vales de silêncio e paraísos secretos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-3293724723979677719?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/3293724723979677719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=3293724723979677719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3293724723979677719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3293724723979677719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/07/ha-uma-lenda.html' title='Há uma lenda..'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TD-6DkqLFyI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Kv1K6imXPqc/s72-c/DSC08954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-6430931231302470874</id><published>2010-06-18T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:31:52.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O fim de uma viagem é apenas o começo de outra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TBwBx7EVIqI/AAAAAAAAAoU/MYu9bBcjX4k/s1600/Imagem+150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TBwBx7EVIqI/AAAAAAAAAoU/MYu9bBcjX4k/s320/Imagem+150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A viagem não acaba nunca. Só os viajantes acabam. E mesmo estes podem prolongar-se em memória, em lembrança, em narrativa. Quando o visitante sentou na areia da praia e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Não há mais o que ver”, saiba que não era assim. O fim de uma viagem é apenas o começo de outra. É preciso ver o que não foi visto, ver outra vez o que se viu já, ver na primavera o que se vira no verão, ver de dia o que se viu de noite, com o sol onde primeiramente a chuva caía, ver a seara verde, o fruto maduro, a pedra que mudou de lugar, a sombra que aqui não estava. É preciso voltar aos passos que foram dados, para repetir e para traçar caminhos novos ao lado deles. É preciso recomeçar a viagem. Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;José Saramago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-6430931231302470874?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/6430931231302470874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=6430931231302470874' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6430931231302470874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6430931231302470874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-fim-de-uma-viagem-e-apenas-o-comeco.html' title='O fim de uma viagem é apenas o começo de outra.'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TBwBx7EVIqI/AAAAAAAAAoU/MYu9bBcjX4k/s72-c/Imagem+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-4202095136295057105</id><published>2010-06-17T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T14:45:13.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem quem queira!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TBqW3yecA3I/AAAAAAAAAoM/PYGTPceprWc/s1600/Chega+um+dia+em+que+se+o+homem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TBqW3yecA3I/AAAAAAAAAoM/PYGTPceprWc/s400/Chega+um+dia+em+que+se+o+homem.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-4202095136295057105?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/4202095136295057105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=4202095136295057105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4202095136295057105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4202095136295057105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/06/tem-quem-queira.html' title='Tem quem queira!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TBqW3yecA3I/AAAAAAAAAoM/PYGTPceprWc/s72-c/Chega+um+dia+em+que+se+o+homem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-2322160066750030059</id><published>2010-05-25T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T16:52:38.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 e poucos anos.. Ja vou começar a mentir a idade..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S_xgUB4LFGI/AAAAAAAAAoE/GBL1AaZFPvg/s1600/Desktop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S_xgUB4LFGI/AAAAAAAAAoE/GBL1AaZFPvg/s400/Desktop.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eita... Um pulo para chegar as 30.. MEU DEUS!! Vou correndo comprar cremes anti rugas, afinal eles são usados a partir de 25 =D PASSADOO!&lt;br /&gt;Mas me sinto muito bem por estar completando mais um ano de vida.. Do ano passado pra cá, e olhe que passou muito rápido, eu vivi coisas que algumas pessoas poderiam levar mais de um ano.. Eita que foi um ano de altos e baixos, mas claro que estou no alto agora.. O baixo serve para a gente perceber que pode crescer mais. E o alto serve para mostrar que estamos no caminho certo.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendizados da nova idade? Ser quem você é, custe o que custar! Não querer agradar a todos! Amar a si proprio, claro que não podemos ser um narcisita, apesar que um pouco é bom! Viver e viver bastante! Estar ao lado de pessoas que te colocam pra cima! Se aquela pessoa de decepcionou.. Fica assim não, da a volta por cima e a aparece linda e poderosa que ela vai morrer de inveja, e no fundo no fundo vai vê que te perdeu! Ahh.. Outra coisa que não podia faltar.. VALORIZAÇÃO! Eita palavrinha dificil, mas um dia a gente acorda e a encontra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não mais estou HIPER feliz!! Rindo da vida, rindo de mim mesmo.. E dormindo e acordando todos os dias sabendo que estou no caminho certo, e quando eu morrer Deus falará: "Cara.. tu fez muita coisa boa! Pena que algumas pessoas não observaram isso.. Mas você é uma pessoa muito bacana! E por isso vai reencarnar diversas vezes para mostrar para as pessoas que ainda existe pessoas como você! Fui bem Clô agora =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. E gostaria de agradecer a&amp;nbsp;ilustríssima Renata que mandou um post para mim MARAVILHOSO!! Saiba que tudo que você disse é recíproco, e que nossa amizade não é de 10 anos não.. E sim de muitas décadas e séculos atras.. E espero que na nossa proxima vida, a gente se encontre, viu? Obrigadooo amiga mãe! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijosssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss e vai aí uma música que caem bem para o momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f243e; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20 e Poucos Anos - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f243e; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fábio Jr.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f243e; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f243e; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;Você já sabe&lt;br /&gt;Me conhece muito bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou capaz de ir&lt;br /&gt;Vou muito mais além&lt;br /&gt;Do que você imagina...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f243e; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;Na vida tudo tem seu preço&lt;br /&gt;Seu valor&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu quero dessa vida&lt;br /&gt;É ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Eu não abro mão...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f243e; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;Nem por você&lt;br /&gt;Nem por ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Eu me desfaço&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus planos&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber bem mais&lt;br /&gt;Que os meus 20&lt;br /&gt;E poucos anos...(2x)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f243e; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;Tem gente ainda&lt;br /&gt;Me esperando prá contar&lt;br /&gt;As novidades que eu&lt;br /&gt;Já canso de saber&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei também&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente me enganando&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;Mas que bobagem&lt;br /&gt;Já é hora pra crescer&lt;br /&gt;Eu não abro mão...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0f243e; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-themecolor: text2; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;Nem por você&lt;br /&gt;Nem por ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Eu me desfaço&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus planos&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber bem mais&lt;br /&gt;Que os meus 20&lt;br /&gt;E poucos anos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/4583047277674344501-2322160066750030059?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/2322160066750030059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=2322160066750030059' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2322160066750030059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2322160066750030059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/05/20-e-poucos-anos-ja-vou-comecar-mentir.html' title='20 e poucos anos.. Ja vou começar a mentir a idade..'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S_xgUB4LFGI/AAAAAAAAAoE/GBL1AaZFPvg/s72-c/Desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-4417036028421530011</id><published>2010-05-12T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T06:25:31.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus sonhos de viver a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S-qrgIPvHbI/AAAAAAAAAn8/67HdEMYTOb4/s1600/DSC08377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S-qrgIPvHbI/AAAAAAAAAn8/67HdEMYTOb4/s320/DSC08377.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Escrever é esquecer. A literatura é a maneira mais agradável de ignorar a vida. A música embala, as artes visuais animam, as artes vivas (como a dança e a arte de representar) entretêm. A primeira, porém, afasta-se da vida por fazer dela um sono; as segundas, contudo, não se afastam da vida - umas porque usam de fórmulas visíveis e portanto vitais, outras porque vivem da mesma vida humana. Não é o caso da literatura. Essa simula a vida. Um romance é uma história do que nunca foi e um drama é um romance dado sem narrativa. Um poema é a expressão de ideias ou de sentimentos em linguagem que ninguém emprega, pois que ninguém fala em verso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-4417036028421530011?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/4417036028421530011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=4417036028421530011' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4417036028421530011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4417036028421530011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/05/meus-sonhos-de-viver-vida.html' title='Meus sonhos de viver a vida'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S-qrgIPvHbI/AAAAAAAAAn8/67HdEMYTOb4/s72-c/DSC08377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5869431402964191158</id><published>2010-04-27T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:22:43.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porta da felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S9c5SNvVSeI/AAAAAAAAAn0/hkBhv_XohRU/s1600/porta-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S9c5SNvVSeI/AAAAAAAAAn0/hkBhv_XohRU/s320/porta-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;Se você abre uma porta, você pode ou não entrar em uma nova sala. Você pode não entrar e ficar observando a vida. Mas se você vence a dúvida, o temor, e entra, dá um grande passo: nesta sala vive-se! Mas, também, tem um preço... São inúmeras outras portas que você descobre. Às vezes curte-se mil e uma. O grande segredo é saber quando e qual porta deve ser aberta. A vida não é rigorosa, ela propicia erros e acertos. Os erros podem ser transformados em acertos quando com eles se aprende. Não existe a segurança do acerto eterno. A vida é generosa, a cada sala que se vive, descobrem-se tantas outras portas. E a vida enriquece quem se arrisca a abrir novas portas. Ela privilegia quem descobre seus segredos e generosamente oferece afortunadas portas. Mas a vida também pode ser dura e severa. Se você não ultrapassar a porta, terá sempre a mesma porta pela frente. É a repetição perante a criação, é a monotonia monocromática perante a multiplicidade das cores, é a estagnação da vida... Para a vida, as portas não são obstáculos, mas diferentes passagens!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Içami Tiba&lt;/b&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/4583047277674344501-5869431402964191158?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5869431402964191158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S9c5SNvVSeI/AAAAAAAAAn0/hkBhv_XohRU/s72-c/porta-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-380630975181169745</id><published>2010-04-22T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T14:11:33.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto de Equilibrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S9C7BxYCQYI/AAAAAAAAAns/pVLEKFxr8VU/s1600/equilibrio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S9C7BxYCQYI/AAAAAAAAAns/pVLEKFxr8VU/s320/equilibrio.jpg" width="299" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não crie um tumor dentro de sua própria alma&lt;/div&gt;Levante a cabeça, olhe pra frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mantenha a calma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Não se julgue o mais sofredor dos sofredores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Aqui é a Babilônia e ninguém dorme sobre as flores, é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Se lembra daquele homem que não tinha os pés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Pedindo trocados, morrendo de fome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Todos deveriam parar de se lamentar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Para perceber como seria bom ter liberdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E começar a lutar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Lutar por seus direitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Parar de reparar os defeitos uns dos outros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Do que adianta olhar e não ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Falar e não dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dizer e não fazer&lt;br /&gt;Ter medo do sistema é como temer a si mesmo&lt;/div&gt;É como olhar pra trás e não ver o próprio erro"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-380630975181169745?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/380630975181169745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=380630975181169745' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-7805300068771348317</id><published>2010-04-02T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:25:22.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S7Z8eA6E1VI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Umkl97vReTk/s1600/image01414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S7Z8eA6E1VI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Umkl97vReTk/s320/image01414.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S7Z8eA6E1VI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Umkl97vReTk/s1600/image01414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Olhe o mundo com a coragem do cego, entenda as palavras com a atenção do surdo, fale com a mão e com os olhos, como fazem os mudos!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cazuza&lt;/b&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/4583047277674344501-7805300068771348317?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S7Z8eA6E1VI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Umkl97vReTk/s72-c/image01414.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-4697046600717597940</id><published>2010-04-01T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:29:21.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S7TznKjGdAI/AAAAAAAAAnc/6O-3oALonho/s1600/DSC05042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S7TznKjGdAI/AAAAAAAAAnc/6O-3oALonho/s320/DSC05042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Fundo Do Quintal Da Escola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Raul Seixas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde eu to indo &lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que eu to no meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você me critica, eu to meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o que sou, porque eu vivo a minha maneira&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que eu sinto que foi sempre assim minha vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei..&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde eu to indo &lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que eu to no meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você me critica, eu to meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Você esperando respostas, olhando pro espaço&lt;br /&gt;E eu tão ocupado vivendo, eu não me pergunto, eu faço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-4697046600717597940?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/4697046600717597940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S7TznKjGdAI/AAAAAAAAAnc/6O-3oALonho/s72-c/DSC05042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-2814073111897975027</id><published>2010-03-25T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:04:16.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S6vdr6TVkkI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6udDglB8MeA/s1600/liberdade21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S6vdr6TVkkI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6udDglB8MeA/s320/liberdade21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;História de uma gata - Chico Buarque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;O meu mundo era o apartamento&lt;br /&gt;Detefon, almofada e trato&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia filé-mignon&lt;br /&gt;Ou mesmo um bom filé...de gato&lt;br /&gt;Me diziam, todo momento&lt;br /&gt;Fique em casa, não tome vento&lt;br /&gt;Mas é duro ficar na sua&lt;br /&gt;Quando à luz da lua&lt;br /&gt;Tantos gatos pela rua&lt;br /&gt;Toda a noite vão cantando assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós, gatos, já nascemos pobres&lt;br /&gt;Porém, já nascemos livres&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, senhora ou senhorio&lt;br /&gt;Felino, não reconhecerás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De manhã eu voltei pra casa&lt;br /&gt;Fui barrada na portaria&lt;br /&gt;Sem filé e sem almofada&lt;br /&gt;Por causa da cantoria&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora o meu dia-a-dia&lt;br /&gt;É no meio da gataria&lt;br /&gt;Pela rua virando lata&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou mais eu, mais gata&lt;br /&gt;Numa louca serenata&lt;br /&gt;Que de noite sai cantando assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós, gatos, já nascemos pobres&lt;br /&gt;Porém, já nascemos livres&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, senhora ou senhorio&lt;br /&gt;Felino, não reconhecerás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-2814073111897975027?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/2814073111897975027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=2814073111897975027' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2814073111897975027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2814073111897975027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/03/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S6qhzLSu6XI/AAAAAAAAAnM/2pIK5h6YJCM/s1600/OgAAAFL2LSoqo1e3Z0PfKEMZdEiKlCWUTCFgWmcUCNyvCkDtTGdjsSPkBs2nCmS0fMw55c1xmV6dF4-QvNs9dDrK3tQAm1T1UMDxSv0AlD6GA5NElMMciK9U_MiW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S6qhzLSu6XI/AAAAAAAAAnM/2pIK5h6YJCM/s320/OgAAAFL2LSoqo1e3Z0PfKEMZdEiKlCWUTCFgWmcUCNyvCkDtTGdjsSPkBs2nCmS0fMw55c1xmV6dF4-QvNs9dDrK3tQAm1T1UMDxSv0AlD6GA5NElMMciK9U_MiW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acredito em mim, nas minhas capacidades, tenho grandes falhas, grandes defeitos, más caracteristicias que fazem as minhas capacidades não se mostrarem em todo o seu potencial mas o mais importante é que acredito em mim, vou conseguir expulsar os fantasmas do passado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-5356501059592433022?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5356501059592433022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5356501059592433022' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5356501059592433022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5356501059592433022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/03/tenha-fe.html' title='Tenha FÉ!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S6qhzLSu6XI/AAAAAAAAAnM/2pIK5h6YJCM/s72-c/OgAAAFL2LSoqo1e3Z0PfKEMZdEiKlCWUTCFgWmcUCNyvCkDtTGdjsSPkBs2nCmS0fMw55c1xmV6dF4-QvNs9dDrK3tQAm1T1UMDxSv0AlD6GA5NElMMciK9U_MiW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-6109508621865438860</id><published>2010-03-11T14:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:09:10.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S5lp3eEMy_I/AAAAAAAAAm8/bKP1XdudugQ/s1600-h/sorriso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S5lp3eEMy_I/AAAAAAAAAm8/bKP1XdudugQ/s320/sorriso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que se machucam.&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-6109508621865438860?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/6109508621865438860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5545727431856841809</id><published>2010-03-09T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T10:48:38.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S5aVtaLlUXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/NPp5E9dLAWU/s1600-h/recomecar+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S5aVtaLlUXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/NPp5E9dLAWU/s320/recomecar+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que assim talvez seja melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas não espero ver você voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E dizer que podemos recomeçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E as noites que em claro eu passei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Só pra entender ou enxergar onde eu errei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E de nada valeram depois do fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E hoje sei ,sei, sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não importa mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Porque não vai, vai, vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Voltar atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E o que restou em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E não vou mudar e nem tentar entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O que aconteceu ou vai acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E eu sei que assim talvez seja melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas não espero ver você voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E dizer que podemos recomeçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E hoje estava pensando em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Em tudo que eu queria te dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas não tive coragem de falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E hoje sei (Eu tentei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E hoje sei, sei, sei (Vou te amar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E hoje sei (Voltar mais)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E hoje sei, sei, sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E hoje sei , sei , sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não importa mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Por que não vai vai vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Voltar atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E o que restou em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E não vou mudar e nem tentar entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O que aconteceu ou vai acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A história teve um fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A história teve um fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-5545727431856841809?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5545727431856841809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5545727431856841809' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5545727431856841809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5545727431856841809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/03/restart.html' title='Restart'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S5aVtaLlUXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/NPp5E9dLAWU/s72-c/recomecar+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-2523652102453389298</id><published>2010-03-04T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:41:40.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu existo sem você?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S5BTG9OfHWI/AAAAAAAAAms/PrWJYOHqpq4/s1600-h/pergunta-que-nao-quer-calar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S5BTG9OfHWI/AAAAAAAAAms/PrWJYOHqpq4/s320/pergunta-que-nao-quer-calar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei e você sabe, já que a vida quis assim&lt;br /&gt;Que nada nesse mundo levará você de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei e você sabe que a distância não existe&lt;br /&gt;Que todo grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Só é bem grande se for triste&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Me encaminham pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-2523652102453389298?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/2523652102453389298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=2523652102453389298' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2523652102453389298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2523652102453389298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-existo-sem-voce.html' title='Eu existo sem você?'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S5BTG9OfHWI/AAAAAAAAAms/PrWJYOHqpq4/s72-c/pergunta-que-nao-quer-calar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-2693100908694330592</id><published>2010-03-03T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:18:20.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S47t_ZbdpsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/SDwRF6npqL8/s1600-h/DSC01980.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S47t_ZbdpsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/SDwRF6npqL8/s320/DSC01980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Às vezes me lembro dela. Sem rancor, sem saudade, sem tristeza. Sem nenhum sentimento especial a não ser a certeza de que, afinal, o tempo passou. Nunca mais a vi, depois que foi embora. Nunca nos escrevemos. Não havia mesmo o que dizer. Ou havia? Ah, como não sei responder as minhas próprias perguntas! É possível que, no fundo, sempre restem algumas coisas para serem ditas. É possível também que o afastamento total só aconteça quando não mais restam essas coisas e a gente continua a buscar, a investigar — e principalmente a fingir. Fingir que encontra. Acho que, se tornasse a vê-lo, custaria a reconhecê-lo."&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/4583047277674344501-2693100908694330592?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/2693100908694330592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=2693100908694330592' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2693100908694330592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2693100908694330592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/03/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S47t_ZbdpsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/SDwRF6npqL8/s72-c/DSC01980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-7733482553122241981</id><published>2010-03-02T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:41:22.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingenuidade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S42gXkFUcgI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2kevByd-H_E/s1600-h/felicidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S42gXkFUcgI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2kevByd-H_E/s320/felicidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos facilmente perdoar uma criança que tem medo do escuro; a real tragédia da vida é quando os homens têm medo da luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não voltaria no tempo para consertar meus erros, não voltaria para a inocência que eu tinha - e tenho ainda. Terei saudades da ingenuidade que nunca perdi? Não tenho saudades nem de um minuto atrás. Tudo o que eu fui prossegue em mim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-7733482553122241981?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/7733482553122241981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=7733482553122241981' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7733482553122241981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7733482553122241981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/03/ingenuidade.html' title='Ingenuidade?'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S42gXkFUcgI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2kevByd-H_E/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-2675423594681774836</id><published>2010-03-01T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:00:30.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem dias que eu fico pensando na vida..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S4w2np4CcBI/AAAAAAAAAmU/-o-HZPKEBVg/s1600-h/DSC04736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S4w2np4CcBI/AAAAAAAAAmU/-o-HZPKEBVg/s320/DSC04736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que tudo que penso sobre você é a pura verdade ou pura ilusão da minha cabeça imaginária??&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de revelar alguns segredos e com isso destruir algo que nem ainda esta consolidado.. Tem medo de que de alguma forma te assustar e você nunca mais querer me olhar.. Tenho medo de dizer, e com rispidez você falar um NÃO! Tenho medo do presente e mais medo ainda do futuro. E como será esse futuro? Vai mudar alguma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas.. Perguntas e mais perguntas... Que estão perto de serem respondidas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-2675423594681774836?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/2675423594681774836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=2675423594681774836' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2675423594681774836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2675423594681774836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/03/tem-dias-que-eu-fico-pensando-na-vida.html' title='Tem dias que eu fico pensando na vida..'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S4w2np4CcBI/AAAAAAAAAmU/-o-HZPKEBVg/s72-c/DSC04736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-4468855335405549582</id><published>2010-02-28T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:06:44.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta chegando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S4roiwwd4rI/AAAAAAAAAmM/GSiTQHTJddY/s1600-h/DSC04751-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S4roiwwd4rI/AAAAAAAAAmM/GSiTQHTJddY/s320/DSC04751-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho tanto&lt;br /&gt;Prá lhe falar&lt;br /&gt;Mas com palavras&lt;br /&gt;Não sei dizer&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Me desespero&lt;br /&gt;A procurar&lt;br /&gt;Alguma forma&lt;br /&gt;De lhe falar&lt;br /&gt;Como é grande&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Por você...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-4468855335405549582?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/4468855335405549582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=4468855335405549582' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4468855335405549582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4468855335405549582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/02/ta-chegando.html' title='Ta chegando...'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S4roiwwd4rI/AAAAAAAAAmM/GSiTQHTJddY/s72-c/DSC04751-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-1712302654925516349</id><published>2010-02-25T17:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:17:21.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui.. Mais volto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S4cghFJGd5I/AAAAAAAAAmE/BdY81duutac/s1600-h/fui.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S4cghFJGd5I/AAAAAAAAAmE/BdY81duutac/s320/fui.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante a nossa vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecemos pessoas que vem e que ficam,&lt;br /&gt;Outras que, vem e passam.&lt;br /&gt;Existem aquelas que,&lt;br /&gt;Vem, ficam e depois de algum tempo se vão.&lt;br /&gt;Mas existem aquelas que vem e se vão com uma enorme vontade de ficar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-1712302654925516349?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/1712302654925516349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=1712302654925516349' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1712302654925516349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1712302654925516349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/02/fui-mais-volto.html' title='Fui.. Mais volto!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S4cghFJGd5I/AAAAAAAAAmE/BdY81duutac/s72-c/fui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5349641506615777317</id><published>2010-02-24T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:56:52.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidade ou fantasia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S4Xms4AX3QI/AAAAAAAAAl8/PAPYi4R6jEc/s1600-h/3226039769_872c1aca56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S4Xms4AX3QI/AAAAAAAAAl8/PAPYi4R6jEc/s320/3226039769_872c1aca56.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;"Eu acredito nas casualidades, nos encontros, nas passagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Nas conversas que temos, nas músicas que cantamos. No que somos e nunca deixamos de ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Eu acredito que podemos ser muito fortes, muito mais. Podemos ser como todos, e o tudo pode ser capaz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Eu quero suas mãos, suas ideias e defeitos, que me ensine o seu jeito, enquanto aprende o meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quero que faça sentido, que seja proibido, mas que entre nós todos não exista lei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quero ser tudo que tem graça, que tem gosto e da pra sentir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quero o que mais me da vontade, e quero vontade pra prosseguir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quero voar, mergulhar, morrer e matar a vontade de querer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-5349641506615777317?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5349641506615777317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5349641506615777317' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5349641506615777317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5349641506615777317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/02/realidade-ou-fantasia.html' title='Realidade ou fantasia?'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S4Xms4AX3QI/AAAAAAAAAl8/PAPYi4R6jEc/s72-c/3226039769_872c1aca56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-1621437840882264136</id><published>2010-02-21T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:49:11.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crêeea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S4GN4_-7xwI/AAAAAAAAAl0/7NLMf5rAuHs/s1600-h/DSC04092-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S4GN4_-7xwI/AAAAAAAAAl0/7NLMf5rAuHs/s320/DSC04092-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A Raposa e a Cegonha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A raposa e a cegonha mantinham boas relações e pareciam ser amigas sinceras. Certo dia, a raposa convidou a cegonha para jantar e, por brincadeira, botou na mesa apenas um prato raso contendo um pouco de sopa. Para ela, foi tudo muito fácil, mas a cegonha pode apenas molhar a ponta do bico e saiu dali com muita fome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- Sinto muito, disse a raposa, parece que você não gostou da sopa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- Não pense nisso, respondeu a cegonha. Espero que, em retribuição a esta visita, você venha em breve jantar comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;No dia seguinte, a raposa foi pagar a visita. Quando sentaram à mesa, o que havia para o jantar estava contido num jarro alto, de pescoço comprido e boca estreita, no qual a raposa não podia introduzir o focinho. Tudo o que ela conseguiu foi lamber a parte externa do jarro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- Não pedirei desculpas pelo jantar, disse a cegonha, assim você sente no próprio estomago o que senti ontem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(Quem com ferro fere, com ferro será ferido)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-1621437840882264136?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/1621437840882264136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=1621437840882264136' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1621437840882264136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1621437840882264136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/02/creeea.html' title='Crêeea!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S4GN4_-7xwI/AAAAAAAAAl0/7NLMf5rAuHs/s72-c/DSC04092-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-4079997969659783875</id><published>2010-02-06T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:34:42.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S22LMSq9r3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/FRlFM-Ix6Lo/s1600-h/2084570654_59aedf1e53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S22LMSq9r3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/FRlFM-Ix6Lo/s320/2084570654_59aedf1e53.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vem pra misturar juizo e carnaval&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vem trair a solidão, não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vem pra separar o lado bom do mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E acalmar meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vem pra me tirar o escuro e a sensação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;de que o inferno é por aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vem pra se arrumar na minha confusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vem querendo ser feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dudu Falcão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S22L-R1SgDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/LdMlncfxsqM/s1600-h/frevo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S22L-R1SgDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/LdMlncfxsqM/s320/frevo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-4079997969659783875?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/4079997969659783875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=4079997969659783875' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4079997969659783875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4079997969659783875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/02/carnaval.html' title='Carnaval!!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S22LMSq9r3I/AAAAAAAAAlE/FRlFM-Ix6Lo/s72-c/2084570654_59aedf1e53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-49894348390774030</id><published>2010-01-30T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:33:15.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIBERA ME AB OMNIBUS MALIS, AMEM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S2TA6oadWYI/AAAAAAAAAk0/e8VkbW-mf-g/s1600-h/prayer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S2TA6oadWYI/AAAAAAAAAk0/e8VkbW-mf-g/s320/prayer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oração Nossa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Senhor ensina-nos a orar, sem esquecer o trabalho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A dar, sem olhar a quem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A servir, sem perguntar até quando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A sofrer, sem magoar, seja quem for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A progredir, sem perder a simplicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A semear o bem, sem pensar nos resultados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A desculpar, sem condições.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A marchar para frente, sem contar os obstáculos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A ver sem malícia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A escutar, sem corromper os assuntos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A falar, sem ferir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A compreender o próximo, sem exigir entendimento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A respeitar os semelhantes, sem reclamar consideração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A dar o melhor de nós, além da execução do próprio dever, sem cobrar taxas de reconhecimento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Senhor, fortalece em nós, a paciência para com as dificuldades dos outros, assim como precisamos da paciência dos outros, para com as nossas próprias dificuldades...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ajuda-nos para que a ninguém façamos aquilo que não desejamos para nós...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Auxilia-nos, sobretudo, a reconhecer que a nossa felicidade mais alta será, invariavelmente, aquela de cumprir seus desígnios onde e como queiras, hoje, agora e sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chico Xavier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-49894348390774030?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/49894348390774030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=49894348390774030' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/49894348390774030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/49894348390774030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/01/libera-me-ab-omnibus-malis-amem.html' title='LIBERA ME AB OMNIBUS MALIS, AMEM!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S2TA6oadWYI/AAAAAAAAAk0/e8VkbW-mf-g/s72-c/prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-3635281447598651618</id><published>2010-01-24T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:52:59.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>És linda, és Olinda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S1zOmhp9yUI/AAAAAAAAAks/U7MB6ddW13g/s1600-h/BXK3076_paisagem-olinda-1800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S1zOmhp9yUI/AAAAAAAAAks/U7MB6ddW13g/s320/BXK3076_paisagem-olinda-1800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;És linda Olinda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar verde feito esmeralda, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;território histórico dos Quatro Cantos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vento forte a soprar as ondas que se quebram na praia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal posso ver da Sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espumas no ar e o sabor da maresia nos lábios dão uma sensação de conforto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farol a iluminar as noites de verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És linda, és Olinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gleidson Melo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-3635281447598651618?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/3635281447598651618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=3635281447598651618' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3635281447598651618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3635281447598651618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/01/es-linda-es-olinda.html' title='És linda, és Olinda'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S1zOmhp9yUI/AAAAAAAAAks/U7MB6ddW13g/s72-c/BXK3076_paisagem-olinda-1800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-8284974636384186370</id><published>2010-01-22T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T06:49:14.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os pensamentos embalam nossa cabeça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S1m6l1YFe7I/AAAAAAAAAkk/ZCQdIpxi-C8/s1600-h/DSC03925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S1m6l1YFe7I/AAAAAAAAAkk/ZCQdIpxi-C8/s320/DSC03925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;A amizade consegue ser tão complexa...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa uns desanimados, outros bem felizes...&lt;br /&gt;É a alimentação dos fracos&lt;br /&gt;É o reino dos fortes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz-nos cometer erros&lt;br /&gt;Os fracos deixam se ir abaixo&lt;br /&gt;Os fortes erguem sempre a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;os assim assim assumem-os&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar conquistamos&lt;br /&gt;O mundo geral&lt;br /&gt;e construimos o nosso pequeno lugar&lt;br /&gt;deixando brilhar cada estrelinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrelinhas...&lt;br /&gt;Doces, sensiveis, frias, ternurentas...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre presentes em qualquer parte&lt;br /&gt;Os donos da Amizade..&lt;/span&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/4583047277674344501-8284974636384186370?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/8284974636384186370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=8284974636384186370' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/8284974636384186370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/8284974636384186370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/01/os-pensamentos-embalam-nossa-cabeca.html' title='Os pensamentos embalam nossa cabeça'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S1m6l1YFe7I/AAAAAAAAAkk/ZCQdIpxi-C8/s72-c/DSC03925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-6554719686065794460</id><published>2010-01-17T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T14:50:03.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1º post de 2010!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S1OTrrcvGJI/AAAAAAAAAkc/9m98LpgkF-g/s1600-h/natal_topblog-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S1OTrrcvGJI/AAAAAAAAAkc/9m98LpgkF-g/s400/natal_topblog-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;... uma das coisas que aprendi é que se deve viver apesar de. Apesar de, se deve comer. Apesar de, se deve amar. Apesar de, se deve morrer. Inclusive muitas vezes é o próprio apesar de que nos empurra para a frente. Foi o apesar de que me deu uma angústia que insatisfeita foi a criadora de minha própria vida. Foi apesar de que parei na rua e fiquei olhando para você enquanto você esperava um táxi. E desde logo desejando você, esse teu corpo que nem sequer é bonito, mas é o corpo que eu quero. Mas quero inteira, com a alma também. Por isso, não faz mal que você não venha, espararei quanto tempo for preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/b&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/4583047277674344501-6554719686065794460?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/6554719686065794460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=6554719686065794460' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6554719686065794460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6554719686065794460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-post-de-2010.html' title='1º post de 2010!!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/S1OTrrcvGJI/AAAAAAAAAkc/9m98LpgkF-g/s72-c/natal_topblog-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5518110420501675073</id><published>2009-12-07T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:29:40.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perguntas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sx2PrVcjiPI/AAAAAAAAAkM/iM273qIzcIY/s1600-h/pensativo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sx2PrVcjiPI/AAAAAAAAAkM/iM273qIzcIY/s320/pensativo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes você andava na rua e sentiu um perfume e lembrou de alguém que gosta muito?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes você olhou para uma paisagem em uma foto, e não se imaginou lá com alguém... &lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes você estava do lado de alguém, e sua cabeça não estava ali? &lt;br /&gt;Alguma vez você já se arrependeu de algo que falou dois segundos depois de ter falado? &lt;br /&gt;Você deve ter visto que aquele filme, que vocês dois viram juntos no cinema, vai passar na TV... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você gelou porque o bom daquele momento já passou... &lt;br /&gt;E aquela música que você não gosta de ouvir porque lembra algo ou alguém que você quer esquecer mas não consegue? &lt;br /&gt;Não teve aquele dia em que tudo deu errado, mas que no finzinho aconteceu algo maravilhoso? &lt;br /&gt;E aquele dia em que tudo deu certo, exceto pelo final que estragou tudo? &lt;br /&gt;Você já chorou por que lembrou de alguém que amava e não pôde dizer isso para essa pessoa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já reencontrou um grande amor do passado e viu que ele mudou? &lt;br /&gt;Para essas perguntas existem muitas respostas... &lt;br /&gt;Mas o importante sobre elas não é a resposta em si... &lt;br /&gt;Mas sim o sentimento... &lt;br /&gt;Todos nós amamos, erramos ou julgamos mal... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós já fizemos uma coisa quando o coração mandava fazer outra... &lt;br /&gt;Então, qual a moral disso tudo? &lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo sai como planejamos portanto, uma coisa é certa... &lt;br /&gt;Não continue pensando em suas fraquezas e erros, faça tudo que puder para ser feliz hoje! &lt;br /&gt;Não deite com mágoas no coração. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não durma sem ao menos fazer uma pessoa feliz! &lt;br /&gt;E comece com você mesmo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-5518110420501675073?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5518110420501675073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5518110420501675073' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5518110420501675073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5518110420501675073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/12/perguntas.html' title='Perguntas'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sx2PrVcjiPI/AAAAAAAAAkM/iM273qIzcIY/s72-c/pensativo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5501686116329766478</id><published>2009-12-05T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:39:08.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iluminaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sxr83wPqEjI/AAAAAAAAAkE/1LtA9WqLo0c/s1600-h/OgAAAMxL3SjYBSHd_V-296DHFpFDQSyDy9Sb1i_-RVZePSC3dNAxGzctMEUCttFopsdDbZ-cwgEfbTWua13NP8y86m0Am1T1UAu297ibdggRjFy5vm_sRI9kBFOg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sxr83wPqEjI/AAAAAAAAAkE/1LtA9WqLo0c/s320/OgAAAMxL3SjYBSHd_V-296DHFpFDQSyDy9Sb1i_-RVZePSC3dNAxGzctMEUCttFopsdDbZ-cwgEfbTWua13NP8y86m0Am1T1UAu297ibdggRjFy5vm_sRI9kBFOg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ilumina - Fabio Jr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre vivi procurando&lt;br /&gt;o equilíbrio ideal pra viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucei meus traumas de infância&lt;br /&gt;com uma certa arrogância&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra ter a necessária coragem pra assumir &lt;br /&gt;a paisagem do ser que eu vi que sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do ser que eu vi que sou&lt;br /&gt;De um lado eu sou meio estranho&lt;br /&gt;inseguro em cima do muro tão só &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado eu sei o tamanho pulo de peito aberto e cara pro sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ilumina, ilumina, ilumina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou mais tão ansioso &lt;br /&gt;Me sinto leve e gostoso, livre solto pra mergulhar,&lt;br /&gt;no gozo do movimento do que você tem pra me dar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-5501686116329766478?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5501686116329766478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5501686116329766478' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5501686116329766478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5501686116329766478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/12/iluminaa.html' title='Iluminaa'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sxr83wPqEjI/AAAAAAAAAkE/1LtA9WqLo0c/s72-c/OgAAAMxL3SjYBSHd_V-296DHFpFDQSyDy9Sb1i_-RVZePSC3dNAxGzctMEUCttFopsdDbZ-cwgEfbTWua13NP8y86m0Am1T1UAu297ibdggRjFy5vm_sRI9kBFOg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5607493218989593180</id><published>2009-12-03T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:42:03.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AVD - Atividade da Vida Diária</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxhYZ4F456I/AAAAAAAAAj8/nBvqW4AyoYU/s1600/Desktop1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxhYZ4F456I/AAAAAAAAAj8/nBvqW4AyoYU/s400/Desktop1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cliquem na foto para vê-la maior..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é o mais belo afluente do amor,&lt;br /&gt;ela ajuda a resolver,&lt;br /&gt;com paciência,&lt;br /&gt;as complicadas equações&lt;br /&gt;da convivência humana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade&lt;br /&gt;é tão forte quanto o amor,&lt;br /&gt;ela educa o amor,&lt;br /&gt;sinalizando o caminho da coerência,&lt;br /&gt;apontando as veredas da justiça,&lt;br /&gt;controlando os excessos da paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade&lt;br /&gt;é um forte elo que une pessoas&lt;br /&gt;na corrente do querer.&lt;br /&gt;Amizade&lt;br /&gt;é cola divina,&lt;br /&gt;cola demais,&lt;br /&gt;pode doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade&lt;br /&gt;tem muito mais juízo que o amor,&lt;br /&gt;quando ele se esgota&lt;br /&gt;e cisma de ir embora,&lt;br /&gt;ela se propõe a ficar,&lt;br /&gt;vigiando o sentimento que sobrou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-5607493218989593180?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5607493218989593180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5607493218989593180' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5607493218989593180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5607493218989593180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/12/avd-atividade-da-vida-diaria.html' title='AVD - Atividade da Vida Diária'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxhYZ4F456I/AAAAAAAAAj8/nBvqW4AyoYU/s72-c/Desktop1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5391655438042552097</id><published>2009-12-02T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:51:48.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bons Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxcLZLyJA0I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Cw9jfRhMM0Y/s1600-h/OgAAALjtpAynREwfpZWCCWNPo5gwW47SqDie_4Lf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxcLZLyJA0I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Cw9jfRhMM0Y/s320/OgAAALjtpAynREwfpZWCCWNPo5gwW47SqDie_4Lf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Abençoados os que possuem amigos, os que os têm sem pedir.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigo não se pede, não se compra, nem se vende.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo a gente sente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos os que sofrem por amigos, os que falam com o olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigo não se cala, não questiona, nem se rende.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo a gente entende!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos os que guardam amigos, os que entregam o ombro pra chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigo sofre e chora.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo não tem hora pra consolar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos sejam os amigos que acreditam na tua verdade ou te apontam a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigo é a direção.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é a base quando falta o chão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos sejam todos os amigos de raízes, verdadeiros.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigos são herdeiros da real sagacidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ter amigos é a melhor cumplicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que choram por saber que as rosas têm espinho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há outras que sorriem por saber que os espinhos têm rosas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Machado de Assis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-5391655438042552097?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5391655438042552097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5391655438042552097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5391655438042552097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5391655438042552097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/12/bons-amigos.html' title='Bons Amigos'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxcLZLyJA0I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Cw9jfRhMM0Y/s72-c/OgAAALjtpAynREwfpZWCCWNPo5gwW47SqDie_4Lf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-7687734067890248058</id><published>2009-12-01T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:06:12.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A arte da paciência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxXKjka1grI/AAAAAAAAAjs/2OCzBVd_q_c/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxXKjka1grI/AAAAAAAAAjs/2OCzBVd_q_c/s320/untitled.bmp" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Por um lado, ter um inimigo é muito ruim. Perturba nossa paz mental e destrói algumas de nossas coisas boas. Mas, se vemos de outro ângulo, somente um inimigo nos dá a oportunidade de exercer a paciência. Ninguém mais do que ele nos concede a oportunidade para a tolerância. Já que não conhecemos a maioria dos cinco bilhões de seres humanos nesta terra, a maioria das pessoas também não nos dá oportunidade de mostrar tolerância ou paciência. Somente essas pessoas que nós conhecemos e que nos criam problemas é que realmente nos dão uma boa chance de praticar a tolerância e a paciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-7687734067890248058?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/7687734067890248058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=7687734067890248058' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7687734067890248058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7687734067890248058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/12/arte-da-paciencia.html' title='A arte da paciência'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxXKjka1grI/AAAAAAAAAjs/2OCzBVd_q_c/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-7617477738781940524</id><published>2009-11-30T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:46:10.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E mais textos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxRWHqYiNuI/AAAAAAAAAjU/O1b6G0wYvSY/s1600/DSC01906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxRWHqYiNuI/AAAAAAAAAjU/O1b6G0wYvSY/s320/DSC01906.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aprendendo a ser Forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algum tempo,&amp;nbsp; você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença&amp;nbsp; entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos e presentes não são promessas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e os olhos adiante com a graça de um adulto, e não com a tristeza de uma criança. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aprende a construir todas as suas estradas hoje, porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vôo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempo, você aprende que até o sol queima se você ficar exposto por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, plante seu jardim e decore sua alma,&amp;nbsp; em vez de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores.&amp;nbsp; E você aprende que realmente pode suportar... Que realmente é forte e que realmente tem valor..."&lt;br /&gt;(William Shakespeare)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-7617477738781940524?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/7617477738781940524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=7617477738781940524' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7617477738781940524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7617477738781940524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-mais-textos.html' title='E mais textos..'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxRWHqYiNuI/AAAAAAAAAjU/O1b6G0wYvSY/s72-c/DSC01906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-180042530391529884</id><published>2009-11-29T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:13:43.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra pensar 2..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxK5aFVktvI/AAAAAAAAAjM/I-4dIsZ__6E/s1600/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxK5aFVktvI/AAAAAAAAAjM/I-4dIsZ__6E/s320/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1..jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4583047277674344501-180042530391529884?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/180042530391529884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=180042530391529884' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/180042530391529884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/180042530391529884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/11/pra-pensar-2.html' title='Pra pensar 2..'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxK5aFVktvI/AAAAAAAAAjM/I-4dIsZ__6E/s72-c/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-158753319602904634</id><published>2009-11-28T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:34:08.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra pensar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxGyg3Si6wI/AAAAAAAAAik/ReYLrXPM4NU/s1600/Slide2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxGyg3Si6wI/AAAAAAAAAik/ReYLrXPM4NU/s320/Slide2.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vinicius Pires&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-158753319602904634?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/158753319602904634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=158753319602904634' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/158753319602904634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/158753319602904634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/11/pra-pensar.html' title='Pra pensar..'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SxGyg3Si6wI/AAAAAAAAAik/ReYLrXPM4NU/s72-c/Slide2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-1791714378690095683</id><published>2009-11-21T12:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:58:58.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normalidade" é uma ilusão imbecil e estéril</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SwhURXSH-MI/AAAAAAAAAic/prp8mSGsd1Q/s1600/OgAAAMrK01GS4XkmoNGPDXauX55Z1h61xtt4xGXpjqhRk8D1a3b4_tUOm5pnUDNYG0ENep-QommXQug0WMBBnRk5xb4Am1T1UOyCBTNOu9ys8iKNadQdzd0BMf14-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SwhURXSH-MI/AAAAAAAAAic/prp8mSGsd1Q/s320/OgAAAMrK01GS4XkmoNGPDXauX55Z1h61xtt4xGXpjqhRk8D1a3b4_tUOm5pnUDNYG0ENep-QommXQug0WMBBnRk5xb4Am1T1UOyCBTNOu9ys8iKNadQdzd0BMf14-1.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;“Escolho meus amigos não pela pele ou outro arquétipo qualquer, mas pela pupila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ter brilho questionador e tonalidade inquietante.&lt;br /&gt;(...) Fico com aqueles que fazem de mim louco e santo.&lt;br /&gt;Deles não quero resposta, quero o meu avesso.(...) Escolho meus amigos pela alma lavada e pela cara exposta.(...) &lt;br /&gt;Quero amigos sérios, daqueles que fazem da realidade sua fonte de aprendizagem,mas lutam para que a fantasia não&amp;nbsp;desapareça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero amigos adultos nem chatos. Quero-os metade infância e outra metade velhice.&lt;br /&gt;Crianças, para que não esqueçam o valor do vento no rosto: e velhos, para que nunca tenham pressa.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho amigos para saber quem eu sou.&lt;br /&gt;Pois os vendo, loucos e santos, bobos e sérios, crianças e velhos, nunca me esquecerei de que “normalidade" é uma&amp;nbsp; ilusão imbecil e estéril."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-1791714378690095683?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/1791714378690095683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=1791714378690095683' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1791714378690095683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1791714378690095683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/11/normalidade-e-uma-ilusao-imbecil-e.html' title='Normalidade&quot; é uma ilusão imbecil e estéril'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SwhURXSH-MI/AAAAAAAAAic/prp8mSGsd1Q/s72-c/OgAAAMrK01GS4XkmoNGPDXauX55Z1h61xtt4xGXpjqhRk8D1a3b4_tUOm5pnUDNYG0ENep-QommXQug0WMBBnRk5xb4Am1T1UOyCBTNOu9ys8iKNadQdzd0BMf14-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-1351541935458854164</id><published>2009-11-04T06:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:44:57.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom DEMAIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SvGTWnEtXTI/AAAAAAAAAiU/V-XCQ3Z-C04/s1600-h/OgAAAHkj_WFU_-gY4ik-CTPiEGDxPSObGLIX2jRuczSYCI8II7Xyzzb0j0mz0jatarPzbzseqNCOUJdJjJNY-DCuj1IAm1T1UOuQLj44x4-LNGQJuehZbVo1ioDu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SvGTWnEtXTI/AAAAAAAAAiU/V-XCQ3Z-C04/s320/OgAAAHkj_WFU_-gY4ik-CTPiEGDxPSObGLIX2jRuczSYCI8II7Xyzzb0j0mz0jatarPzbzseqNCOUJdJjJNY-DCuj1IAm1T1UOuQLj44x4-LNGQJuehZbVo1ioDu.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Soneto do amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, depois de tanto erro passado &lt;br /&gt;Tantas retaliações, tanto perigo &lt;br /&gt;Eis que ressurge noutro o velho amigo &lt;br /&gt;Nunca perdido, sempre reencontrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom sentá-lo novamente ao lado &lt;br /&gt;Com olhos que contêm o olhar antigo &lt;br /&gt;Sempre comigo um pouco atribulado &lt;br /&gt;E como sempre singular comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bicho igual a mim, simples e humano &lt;br /&gt;Sabendo se mover e comover &lt;br /&gt;E a disfarçar com o meu próprio engano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amigo: um ser que a vida não explica&lt;br /&gt;Que só se vai ao ver outro nascer&lt;br /&gt;E o espelho de minha alma multiplica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-1351541935458854164?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/1351541935458854164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=1351541935458854164' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1351541935458854164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1351541935458854164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/11/bom-demais.html' title='Bom DEMAIS!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SvGTWnEtXTI/AAAAAAAAAiU/V-XCQ3Z-C04/s72-c/OgAAAHkj_WFU_-gY4ik-CTPiEGDxPSObGLIX2jRuczSYCI8II7Xyzzb0j0mz0jatarPzbzseqNCOUJdJjJNY-DCuj1IAm1T1UOuQLj44x4-LNGQJuehZbVo1ioDu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-8465400277449966857</id><published>2009-10-11T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:09:22.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas de um passado ou futuro?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/StJJVUnVAAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/iszbwkk1ffg/s1600-h/15-sensacoes_ocultas_F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/StJJVUnVAAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/iszbwkk1ffg/s320/15-sensacoes_ocultas_F.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O sol forte lá fora e minha alegria resolveu brilhar, letra e melodia, encantamentos que afloram junto ao cheiro de terra molhada em um jardim feito de sonhos. Seus olhos procurariam os meus se soubessem onde eu os escondi, por medo, por raiva, por vergonha. E o sol continua firme apesar das nuvens, meu lugar seria junto a ti, no descampado solitário, mas essa vida passou e agora descampada, só me encontro, sem poder viver e ter teu amor, ainda assim sou feliz por tê-lo ao alcance de meu sonho, onde tudo é permitido. Nosso tempo ficou lá atrás quando brincávamos e nossas mães tomavam seu café com bolo e falavam de suas vidas. Ah! A infância e sua inocência e depois o começo da adolescência e suas malicias, o primeiro amor que parece ser sempre o ultimo, o primeiro beijo que às vezes não é lá essas coisas, o castigo e as repreensões tudo intenso e passageiro, mas no diário de minha vida um capitulo ficou sem fim e nele esta você, lembrança viva e dolorida. Que por vezes aparece no meu sono, me inebria me fazendo rir ou chorar ao acordar, em um dia de sol forte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Renata Vasconcellos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-8465400277449966857?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/8465400277449966857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=8465400277449966857' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/8465400277449966857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/8465400277449966857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/10/cartas-de-um-passado-ou-futuro.html' title='Cartas de um passado ou futuro?'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/StJJVUnVAAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/iszbwkk1ffg/s72-c/15-sensacoes_ocultas_F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-9025985169935301012</id><published>2009-10-10T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T07:10:12.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beleza, Bem, Verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/StCVX8oot1I/AAAAAAAAAiE/siBe_hdtDh8/s1600-h/copos-vinho-coracao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/StCVX8oot1I/AAAAAAAAAiE/siBe_hdtDh8/s320/copos-vinho-coracao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não chame o meu amor de Idolatria &lt;br /&gt;Nem de Ídolo realce a quem eu amo, &lt;br /&gt;Pois todo o meu cantar a um só se alia,&lt;br /&gt;E de uma só maneira eu o proclamo. &lt;br /&gt;É hoje e sempre o meu amor galante, &lt;br /&gt;Inalterável, em grande excelência; &lt;br /&gt;Por isso a minha rima é tão constante&lt;br /&gt;A uma só coisa e exclui a diferença. &lt;br /&gt;'Beleza, Bem, Verdade', eis o que exprimo; &lt;br /&gt;'Beleza, Bem, Verdade', todo o acento; &lt;br /&gt;E em tal mudança está tudo o que primo, &lt;br /&gt;Em um, três temas, de amplo movimento. &lt;br /&gt;'Beleza, Bem, Verdade' sós, outrora; &lt;br /&gt;Num mesmo ser vivem juntos agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-9025985169935301012?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/9025985169935301012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=9025985169935301012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/9025985169935301012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/9025985169935301012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/10/beleza-bem-verdade.html' title='Beleza, Bem, Verdade'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/StCVX8oot1I/AAAAAAAAAiE/siBe_hdtDh8/s72-c/copos-vinho-coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-2959284939567517018</id><published>2009-10-03T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:01:32.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que será, que será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SsfleNae-ZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DA9q_IVxaxg/s1600-h/olhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SsfleNae-ZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DA9q_IVxaxg/s320/olhos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O que será, que será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os avisos não vão evitar&lt;br /&gt;Por que todos os risos vão desafiar&lt;br /&gt;Por que todos os sinos irão repicar&lt;br /&gt;Por que todos os hinos irão consagrar&lt;br /&gt;E todos os meninos vão desembestar&lt;br /&gt;E todos os destinos irão se encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo o Padre Eterno que nunca foi lá&lt;br /&gt;Olhando aquele inferno vai abençoar&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem governo nem nunca terá&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem vergonha nem nunca terá&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem juízo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Que Será - Chico Buarque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-2959284939567517018?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/2959284939567517018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=2959284939567517018' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2959284939567517018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2959284939567517018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-que-sera-que-sera.html' title='O que será, que será?'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SsfleNae-ZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DA9q_IVxaxg/s72-c/olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-7762755889701709174</id><published>2009-10-01T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:39:24.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difícil..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SsVnnT-o9fI/AAAAAAAAAh0/coWwdKoQacs/s1600-h/chicoxavier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SsVnnT-o9fI/AAAAAAAAAh0/coWwdKoQacs/s400/chicoxavier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4583047277674344501-7762755889701709174?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/7762755889701709174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=7762755889701709174' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7762755889701709174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7762755889701709174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/10/dificil.html' title='Difícil..'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SsVnnT-o9fI/AAAAAAAAAh0/coWwdKoQacs/s72-c/chicoxavier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5087619058392456457</id><published>2009-09-30T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:37:46.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é perfeito?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SsPrcpDoWpI/AAAAAAAAAhs/vdUicp6Gww4/s1600-h/b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SsPrcpDoWpI/AAAAAAAAAhs/vdUicp6Gww4/s320/b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coisa mais injusta sobre a vida é a maneira como ela termina. Eu acho que o verdadeiro ciclo da vida está todo de trás pra frente. Nós deveríamos morrer primeiro, nos livrar logo disso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí viver num asilo, até ser chutado pra fora de lá por estar muito novo. Ganhar um relógio de ouro e ir trabalhar. Então você trabalha 40 anos até ficar novo o bastante pra poder aproveitar sua aposentadoria. Aí você curte tudo, bebe bastante álcool, faz festas e se prepara para a faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vai para colégio, tem várias namoradas, vira criança, não tem nenhuma responsabilidade, se torna um bebezinho de colo, volta pro útero da mãe, passa seus últimos nove meses de vida flutuando. E termina tudo com um ótimo orgasmo! Não seria perfeito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-5087619058392456457?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5087619058392456457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5087619058392456457' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5087619058392456457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5087619058392456457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-que-e-perfeito.html' title='O que é perfeito?'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SsPrcpDoWpI/AAAAAAAAAhs/vdUicp6Gww4/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-7038774576827016882</id><published>2009-09-27T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:48:04.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Certas coisas não existem manual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sr-x_kPlGWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/BFklyIHjDpw/s1600-h/ABCD0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sr-x_kPlGWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/BFklyIHjDpw/s320/ABCD0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu não juro nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por coisa alguma,&lt;br /&gt;pois que todo caminho é incerteza.&lt;br /&gt;A ordem se desarruma,&lt;br /&gt;a história se desajeita,&lt;br /&gt;o arranjo troca de lado e vira a mesa.&lt;br /&gt;Tampouco prometo.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse jogo de regras e tratos,&lt;br /&gt;rolam os dados,&lt;br /&gt;mudam os fatos,&lt;br /&gt;num ciclone célere, inclemente.&lt;br /&gt;Só o que posso é me entregar completamente&lt;br /&gt;a toda causa que me dedicar,&lt;br /&gt;a cada tempo que eu puder viver,&lt;br /&gt;a cada amor que me fizer amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flora Figueiredo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Texto cedido gentilmente por Renata Vasconcellos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-7038774576827016882?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/7038774576827016882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=7038774576827016882' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7038774576827016882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7038774576827016882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/certas-coisas-nao-existem-manual.html' title='Certas coisas não existem manual'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sr-x_kPlGWI/AAAAAAAAAhk/BFklyIHjDpw/s72-c/ABCD0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-1212762598785466049</id><published>2009-09-25T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:40:54.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sr1_JhBw3TI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QvnbYdwX628/s1600-h/mensagens040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sr1_JhBw3TI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QvnbYdwX628/s400/mensagens040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4583047277674344501-1212762598785466049?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/1212762598785466049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=1212762598785466049' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1212762598785466049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1212762598785466049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/caminhos.html' title='Caminhos'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sr1_JhBw3TI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QvnbYdwX628/s72-c/mensagens040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-2295644435103590501</id><published>2009-09-23T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:40:58.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As pessoas supreendem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrrbcthbrpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bBrHPYNow4s/s1600-h/b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrrbcthbrpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bBrHPYNow4s/s400/b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para aqueles que se machucam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4583047277674344501-2295644435103590501?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/2295644435103590501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=2295644435103590501' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2295644435103590501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2295644435103590501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-pessoas-supreendem.html' title='As pessoas supreendem'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrrbcthbrpI/AAAAAAAAAhM/bBrHPYNow4s/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-1732550501995688252</id><published>2009-09-22T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:40:50.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrluY-IUy-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/QRG2H6LNC7I/s1600-h/3371056a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrluY-IUy-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/QRG2H6LNC7I/s320/3371056a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu Sonho (Cecília Meireles)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parei as águas do meu sonho para teu rosto se mirar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas só a sombra dos meus olhos ficou por cima, a procurar…&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros da madrugada não têm coragem de cantar, vendo o meu sonho interminável e a esperança do meu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Procurei-te em vão pela terra, perto do céu, por sobre o mar.&lt;br /&gt;Se não chegas nem pelo sonho, por que insisto em te imaginar ?&lt;br /&gt;Quando vierem fechar meus olhos, talvez não se deixem fechar.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez pensem que o tempo volta, e que vens, se o tempo voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra descontrair...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-1732550501995688252?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/1732550501995688252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=1732550501995688252' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1732550501995688252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1732550501995688252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/meu-sonho.html' title='Meu sonho'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrluY-IUy-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/QRG2H6LNC7I/s72-c/3371056a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-4526646057375528192</id><published>2009-09-21T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:51:42.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ficar com certeza.. Maluco beleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrgQdmmXwGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/d2GOEPnsULI/s1600-h/DSC00096+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrgQdmmXwGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/d2GOEPnsULI/s320/DSC00096+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maluco Beleza - Raul Seixas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você&lt;br /&gt;Se esforça pra ser&lt;br /&gt;Um sujeito normal&lt;br /&gt;E fazer tudo igual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo a ser louco&lt;br /&gt;Maluco total&lt;br /&gt;Na loucura real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controlando&lt;br /&gt;A minha maluquez&lt;br /&gt;Misturada&lt;br /&gt;Com minha lucidez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;Ficar com certeza&lt;br /&gt;Maluco beleza&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;Ficar com certeza&lt;br /&gt;Maluco beleza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse caminho&lt;br /&gt;Que eu mesmo escolhi&lt;br /&gt;É tão fácil seguir&lt;br /&gt;Por não ter onde ir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controlando&lt;br /&gt;A minha maluquez&lt;br /&gt;Misturada&lt;br /&gt;Com minha lucidez&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeuu!...&lt;br /&gt;Controlando&lt;br /&gt;A minha maluquez&lt;br /&gt;Misturada&lt;br /&gt;Com minha lucidez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;Ficar com certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Maluco beleza&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;Ficar com certeza&lt;br /&gt;Maluco beleza&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;Ficar com toda certeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maluco, maluco beleza...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-4526646057375528192?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/4526646057375528192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=4526646057375528192' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4526646057375528192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4526646057375528192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-o-que-e-vida.html' title='Ficar com certeza.. Maluco beleza'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrgQdmmXwGI/AAAAAAAAAg8/d2GOEPnsULI/s72-c/DSC00096+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5195309288723051621</id><published>2009-09-20T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:38:20.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrZL-Z-Y4OI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bpxtiMs7wLQ/s1600-h/DSC00035-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrZL-Z-Y4OI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bpxtiMs7wLQ/s320/DSC00035-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por Enquanto - Cássia Eller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudaram as estações, nada mudou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que alguma coisa aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo assim tão diferente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se lembra quando a gente chegou um dia a acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo era pra sempre, sem saber, que o pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Sempre acaba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada vai conseguir mudar o que ficou&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em alguém só penso em você&lt;br /&gt;E aí, então, estamos bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com tantos motivos pra deixar tudo como está&lt;br /&gt;Nem desistir, nem tentar agora tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;Estamos indo de volta pra casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com tantos motivos pra deixar tudo como está&lt;br /&gt;Nem desistir, nem tentar agora tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;Estamos indo de volta pra casa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-5195309288723051621?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5195309288723051621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5195309288723051621' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5195309288723051621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5195309288723051621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/por-enquanto-cassia-eller-mudaram-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrZL-Z-Y4OI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bpxtiMs7wLQ/s72-c/DSC00035-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-6718309316519909401</id><published>2009-09-19T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:31:49.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não deixe passar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrV3unJIZLI/AAAAAAAAAgk/zGsSDDq1evU/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrV3unJIZLI/AAAAAAAAAgk/zGsSDDq1evU/s400/DSC00405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NÃO DEIXE O AMOR PASSAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração parar de funcionar por alguns segundos, preste atenção: pode ser a pessoa mais importante da sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento,houver o mesmo brilho intenso entre eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está esperando desde o dia em que nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for apaixonante, e os olhos se encherem d’água neste momento, perceba: existe algo mágico entre vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o primeiro e o último pensamento do seu dia for essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça: Deus te mandou um presente: O Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, preste atenção nos sinais - não deixe que as loucuras do dia-a-dia o deixem cego para a melhor coisa da vida: O AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-6718309316519909401?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/6718309316519909401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=6718309316519909401' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6718309316519909401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6718309316519909401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-deixe-passar.html' title='Não deixe passar'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrV3unJIZLI/AAAAAAAAAgk/zGsSDDq1evU/s72-c/DSC00405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5533946189596048078</id><published>2009-09-17T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:08:28.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas se quer saber se eu quero outra vida? Não! Não!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrLoepGIr5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/rABX-eNNUgU/s1600-h/mensagens02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrLoepGIr5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/rABX-eNNUgU/s400/mensagens02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu Te Devoro - Djavan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus sinais&lt;br /&gt;Me confundem&lt;br /&gt;Da cabeça aos pés&lt;br /&gt;Mas por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Eu te devoro,&lt;br /&gt;Teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Não me diz exato&lt;br /&gt;Quem tu és&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu te devoro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te devoraria&lt;br /&gt;A qualquer preço,&lt;br /&gt;Porque te ignoro,&lt;br /&gt;Te conheço,&lt;br /&gt;Quando chove ou&lt;br /&gt;Quando faz frio,&lt;br /&gt;Noutro plano&lt;br /&gt;Te devoraria&lt;br /&gt;Tal Caetano&lt;br /&gt;A Leonardo DiCaprio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um milagre,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que Deus criou&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em você,&lt;br /&gt;Fez a via-láctea&lt;br /&gt;Fez os Dinossauros,&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar em nada&lt;br /&gt;Fez a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;E te deu,&lt;br /&gt;Sem contar os dias&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber de ti&lt;br /&gt;Jogado à Solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Mas se quer saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu quero outra vida&lt;br /&gt;Não! Não!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-5533946189596048078?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5533946189596048078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5533946189596048078' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5533946189596048078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5533946189596048078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/mas-se-quer-saber-se-eu-quero-outra.html' title='Mas se quer saber se eu quero outra vida? Não! Não!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrLoepGIr5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/rABX-eNNUgU/s72-c/mensagens02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-1450655345798817964</id><published>2009-09-16T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:06:46.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou levar pra vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrGLj0oNr1I/AAAAAAAAAgU/NtTtFuCLN6M/s1600-h/Wal+Disney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrGLj0oNr1I/AAAAAAAAAgU/NtTtFuCLN6M/s400/Wal+Disney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-1450655345798817964?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/1450655345798817964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=1450655345798817964' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1450655345798817964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1450655345798817964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/vou-levar-pra-vida.html' title='Vou levar pra vida'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrGLj0oNr1I/AAAAAAAAAgU/NtTtFuCLN6M/s72-c/Wal+Disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-3165315617663256378</id><published>2009-09-15T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:11:06.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrAs7WwZ07I/AAAAAAAAAgM/2s3Ar2ESHUE/s1600-h/bomdia0138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrAs7WwZ07I/AAAAAAAAAgM/2s3Ar2ESHUE/s400/bomdia0138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-3165315617663256378?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/3165315617663256378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=3165315617663256378' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3165315617663256378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3165315617663256378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/simples-assim.html' title='Simples assim'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SrAs7WwZ07I/AAAAAAAAAgM/2s3Ar2ESHUE/s72-c/bomdia0138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-7112279148088460820</id><published>2009-09-14T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:37:35.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma festa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sq7d7d5LZAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/bxlZipKE7VY/s1600-h/DSC01635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sq7d7d5LZAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/bxlZipKE7VY/s400/DSC01635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sq7fd86_ITI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6qrAfrUUTwc/s1600-h/DSC01725-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sq7fd86_ITI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6qrAfrUUTwc/s400/DSC01725-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma festa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma alegria contagiante no ar&lt;br /&gt;As luzes coloridas, a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Uma música da moda a tocar&lt;br /&gt;Todos animados, a dançar&lt;br /&gt;Pelo jeito ninguém quer parar&lt;br /&gt;Esse momento mágico, querem aproveitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruim é saber que isso uma hora vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;A magia vai cessar&lt;br /&gt;A música vai se calar&lt;br /&gt;A luz vai desligar&lt;br /&gt;O sol vai raiar&lt;br /&gt;Um dia normal vai começar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarice Pacheco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-7112279148088460820?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/7112279148088460820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=7112279148088460820' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7112279148088460820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7112279148088460820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/uma-festa.html' title='Uma festa'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sq7d7d5LZAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/bxlZipKE7VY/s72-c/DSC01635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-7174156224352858193</id><published>2009-09-12T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:53:37.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom sobre Tom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqvTC-CUQ8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/zL1e3PumnsI/s1600-h/DSC01468-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqvTC-CUQ8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/zL1e3PumnsI/s400/DSC01468-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns Anabel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poema do amigo aprendiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quero ser o teu amigo. Nem demais e nem de menos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nem tão longe e nem tão perto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Na medida mais precisa que eu puder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mas amar-te sem medida e ficar na tua vida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Da maneira mais discreta que eu souber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sem tirar-te a liberdade, sem jamais te sufocar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sem forçar tua vontade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sem falar, quando for hora de calar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E sem calar, quando for hora de falar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nem ausente, nem presente por demais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Simplesmente, calmamente, ser-te paz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;É bonito ser amigo, mas confesso é tão difícil aprender! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E por isso eu te suplico paciência. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vou encher este teu rosto de lembranças, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dá-me tempo, de acertar nossas distâncias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-7174156224352858193?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/7174156224352858193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=7174156224352858193' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7174156224352858193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7174156224352858193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/tom-sobre-tom.html' title='Tom sobre Tom'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqvTC-CUQ8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/zL1e3PumnsI/s72-c/DSC01468-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-4368706233569112404</id><published>2009-09-11T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:03:12.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Convívio diário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqrU2d9KlNI/AAAAAAAAAfs/45CtW64A64w/s1600-h/ABCD0001+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqrU2d9KlNI/AAAAAAAAAfs/45CtW64A64w/s320/ABCD0001+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqrUn4JQv9I/AAAAAAAAAfk/emsdodj4wn0/s1600-h/ABCD0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqrUn4JQv9I/AAAAAAAAAfk/emsdodj4wn0/s320/ABCD0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade consegue ser tão complexa... &lt;br /&gt;Deixa uns desanimados, outros bem felizes... &lt;br /&gt;É a alimentação dos fracos &lt;br /&gt;É o reino dos fortes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz-nos cometer erros &lt;br /&gt;Os fracos deixam se ir abaixo &lt;br /&gt;Os fortes erguem sempre a cabeça &lt;br /&gt;os assim assim assumem-os &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar conquistamos &lt;br /&gt;O mundo geral &lt;br /&gt;e construimos o nosso pequeno lugar &lt;br /&gt;deixando brilhar cada estrelinha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrelinhas... &lt;br /&gt;Doces, sensiveis, frias, ternurentas... &lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre presentes em qualquer parte &lt;br /&gt;Os donos da Amizade...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-4368706233569112404?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/4368706233569112404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=4368706233569112404' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4368706233569112404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4368706233569112404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/convivio-diario.html' title='Convívio diário'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqrU2d9KlNI/AAAAAAAAAfs/45CtW64A64w/s72-c/ABCD0001+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5604818615204644773</id><published>2009-09-09T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:55:34.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A letra A do seu nome..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqhADq3zBUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/cMo4rPtir_0/s1600-h/ABCD0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqhADq3zBUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/cMo4rPtir_0/s320/ABCD0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra que serve um amigo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para rachar a gasolina, emprestar a prancha, recomendar um disco, dar carona pra festa, passar cola, caminhar no shopping, segurar a barra... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as alternativas estão corretas, porém isso não basta para guardar um amigo do lado esquerdo do peito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não racha apenas a gasolina: racha lembranças, crises de choro, experiências. Racha a culpa, racha segredos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não recomenda apenas um disco. Recomenda cautela, recomenda um emprego, recomenda um país. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não dá carona apenas pra festa. Te leva para mundo dele, e topa conhecer o teu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo não segura a barra, apenas. Segura a mão, a ausência, segura uma confissão, segura o tranco, o palavrão, segura o elevador. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dúzias de amigos assim ninguém tem. Se tiver um (e às vezes ele pode ter até 4 patas), amém. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-5604818615204644773?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5604818615204644773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5604818615204644773' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5604818615204644773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5604818615204644773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/letra-do-seu-nome.html' title='A letra A do seu nome..'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqhADq3zBUI/AAAAAAAAAfc/cMo4rPtir_0/s72-c/ABCD0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-54213806598634150</id><published>2009-09-08T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:54:32.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A procura da batida perfeita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sqbt-te5jpI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VVnr8eN5fE0/s1600-h/DSC01476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sqbt-te5jpI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VVnr8eN5fE0/s400/DSC01476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É melhor tentar e falhar, que preocupar-se e ver a vida passar.&lt;br /&gt;É melhor tentar, ainda que em vão que sentar-se, fazendo nada até o final.&lt;br /&gt;Eu prefiro na chuva caminhar, que em dias frios em casa me esconder.&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro ser feliz embora louco, que em conformidade viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martin Luther King&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-54213806598634150?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/54213806598634150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=54213806598634150' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/54213806598634150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/54213806598634150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/procura-da-batida-perfeita.html' title='A procura da batida perfeita'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sqbt-te5jpI/AAAAAAAAAfU/VVnr8eN5fE0/s72-c/DSC01476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-3604629608500227389</id><published>2009-09-07T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:06:09.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Começando a semana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqWe755thsI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Qx-VEDHDHH8/s1600-h/DSC01570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqWe755thsI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Qx-VEDHDHH8/s320/DSC01570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Velha Infância - Tribalistas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você é assim&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho pra mim&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu não te vejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso em você&lt;br /&gt;Desde o amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Até quando me deito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de você&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de ficar com você&lt;br /&gt;Meu riso é tão feliz contigo&lt;br /&gt;O meu melhor amigo&lt;br /&gt;É o meu amor"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-3604629608500227389?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/3604629608500227389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=3604629608500227389' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3604629608500227389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3604629608500227389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/comecando-semana.html' title='Começando a semana...'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqWe755thsI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Qx-VEDHDHH8/s72-c/DSC01570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-3870674134920572854</id><published>2009-09-06T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:56:21.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai ficando no caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqQ9WNlmsrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/9SN1s4rQ9DE/s1600-h/Olinda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqQ9WNlmsrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/9SN1s4rQ9DE/s400/Olinda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poema - Ney Matogrosso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu hoje tive um pesadelo e levantei atento, a tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acordei com medo e procurei no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Alguém com seu carinho e lembrei de um tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o passado me traz uma lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Do tempo que eu era criança&lt;br /&gt;E&amp;nbsp;o medo era motivo de choro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa pra um abraço ou um consolo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu acordei com medo mas não chorei&lt;br /&gt;Nem reclamei abrigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do escuro eu via um infinito sem presente&lt;br /&gt;Passado ou futuro&lt;br /&gt;Senti um abraço forte, já não era medo&lt;br /&gt;Era uma coisa sua que ficou em mim, que não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente a gente vê que perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Ou está perdendo alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morna e ingênua&lt;br /&gt;Que vai ficando no caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é escuro e frio mas também bonito&lt;br /&gt;Porque é iluminado&lt;br /&gt;Pela beleza do que aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Há minutos atrás&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-3870674134920572854?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/3870674134920572854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=3870674134920572854' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3870674134920572854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3870674134920572854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/vai-ficando-no-caminho.html' title='Vai ficando no caminho'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqQ9WNlmsrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/9SN1s4rQ9DE/s72-c/Olinda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5924552807447911538</id><published>2009-09-03T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:01:24.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De bem com a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqBzkuF7SJI/AAAAAAAAAek/yzlIXxm8Jzc/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqB0su4AD5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/EP80meX42jc/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqB0su4AD5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/EP80meX42jc/s400/DSC00694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se acostume com o que não o faz feliz, revolte-se quando julgar necessário. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alague seu coração de esperanças, mas não deixe que ele se afogue nelas. &lt;br /&gt;Se achar que precisa voltar, volte! &lt;br /&gt;Se perceber que precisa seguir, siga!&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver tudo errado, comece novamente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver tudo certo, continue.&lt;br /&gt;Se sentir saudades, mate-a. &lt;br /&gt;Se perder um amor, não se perca! &lt;br /&gt;Se o achar, segure-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-5924552807447911538?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5924552807447911538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5924552807447911538' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5924552807447911538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5924552807447911538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-bem-com-vida.html' title='De bem com a vida'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SqB0su4AD5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/EP80meX42jc/s72-c/DSC00694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-3290561078060249115</id><published>2009-08-31T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:49:50.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura-se um amigo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SpxTUmpjC0I/AAAAAAAAAec/fuCEDIYEXQ8/s1600-h/Eu+e+Rapha_+MF.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SpxTUmpjC0I/AAAAAAAAAec/fuCEDIYEXQ8/s400/Eu+e+Rapha_+MF.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Procura-se um amigo para gostar dos mesmos gostos, que se comova quando chamado de amigo. Que saiba conversar de coisas simples, de orvalhos, de grandes chuvas e das recordações da infância.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um amigo para não enlouquecer, para contar o que vi de belo e triste durante o dia, dos anseios e das realizações, dos sonhos e da realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Deve gostar de ruas desertas, de poças d´água e de caminhos molhados, de beira de estrada, de mato depois da chuva, de se deitar no capim. Preciso de um amigo que diga que vale a pena viver, não porque a vida é bela, mas porque já tenho um amigo. &lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um amigo para parar de chorar. Para não viver debruçado no passado em busca de memórias perdidas.&lt;br /&gt;Que bata nos ombros sorrindo e chorando, mas que me chame de amigo, para que eu tenha a consciência de que ainda vivo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-3290561078060249115?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/3290561078060249115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=3290561078060249115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3290561078060249115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3290561078060249115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/08/procura-se-um-amigo.html' title='Procura-se um amigo..'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SpxTUmpjC0I/AAAAAAAAAec/fuCEDIYEXQ8/s72-c/Eu+e+Rapha_+MF.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-3526859027503525738</id><published>2009-08-30T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:04:25.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 postagens!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Obrigado por todas as pessoas que compartilham comigo&amp;nbsp;momentos felizes e tristes.. Agradeço a todos de coração!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Spq8kT0OpiI/AAAAAAAAAeM/brYGhFzbZSM/s1600-h/DSC01465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Spq8kT0OpiI/AAAAAAAAAeM/brYGhFzbZSM/s400/DSC01465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não esqueço de que minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo. E que posso evitar que ela vá à falência. &lt;/div&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história. &lt;/div&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma. &lt;br /&gt;É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida. &lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;É ter coragem para ouvir um não. É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Augusto Cury&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-3526859027503525738?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/3526859027503525738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=3526859027503525738' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3526859027503525738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3526859027503525738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-postagens.html' title='100 postagens!!!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Spq8kT0OpiI/AAAAAAAAAeM/brYGhFzbZSM/s72-c/DSC01465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-7188437289591382541</id><published>2009-08-27T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:21:49.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leva pra vida!! Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SpcG8S8CwLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/nUkPnl3HKFI/s1600-h/O+valor+das+coisas+n%C3%A3o+est%C3%A1+no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374772313235570866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SpcG8S8CwLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/nUkPnl3HKFI/s400/O+valor+das+coisas+n%C3%A3o+est%C3%A1+no.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4583047277674344501-7188437289591382541?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/7188437289591382541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=7188437289591382541' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7188437289591382541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7188437289591382541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/08/leva-pra-vida-part-3.html' title='Leva pra vida!! Part 3'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SpcG8S8CwLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/nUkPnl3HKFI/s72-c/O+valor+das+coisas+n%C3%A3o+est%C3%A1+no.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-64760244224351873</id><published>2009-08-26T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:45:57.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SpWr0VQJnBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wlgK1ySjQTM/s1600-h/Niver_de_Dani_2009_012-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374390645882985490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SpWr0VQJnBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wlgK1ySjQTM/s320/Niver_de_Dani_2009_012-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada como o tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com o tempo, você vai percebendo que para ser feliz com uma outra pessoa, você precisa, em primeiro lugar, não precisar dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Percebe também que aquele alguém que você ama (ou acha que ama) e que não quer nada com você, definitivamente não é o "alguém" da sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você aprende a gostar de você, a cuidar de você e, principalmente, a gostar de quem também gosta de você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O segredo é não correr atrás das borboletas... é cuidar do jardim para que elas venham até você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No final das contas, você vai achar não quem você estava procurando, mas quem estava procurando por você!&lt;/div&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/4583047277674344501-64760244224351873?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/64760244224351873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=64760244224351873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/64760244224351873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/64760244224351873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/08/vivendo.html' title='Vivendo'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SpWr0VQJnBI/AAAAAAAAAdg/wlgK1ySjQTM/s72-c/Niver_de_Dani_2009_012-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-8750504729191224542</id><published>2009-08-22T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:27:52.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SpCMyymHLnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dDQCZu9dHdw/s1600-h/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372949159655976562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SpCMyymHLnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dDQCZu9dHdw/s400/DSC00659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A felicidade é uma gama de emoções ou sentimentos que vai desde o contentamento ou satisfação até à alegria intensa ou júbilo. A felicidade tem ainda o significado de bem-estar ou paz interna.  Em linguagem comum, quando se diz "estou feliz", está-se a utilizar o primeiro significado — o de emoção. Enquanto que se se diz "sou feliz", se está a utilizar o significado de bem-estar." Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mais felizes&lt;br /&gt;não têm as melhores coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Elas sabem fazer o melhor&lt;br /&gt;das oportunidades que aparecem&lt;br /&gt;em seus caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que se machucam.&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;br /&gt;E para aqueles que reconhecema importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-8750504729191224542?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/8750504729191224542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=8750504729191224542' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/8750504729191224542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/8750504729191224542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/08/feliz.html' title='Feliz!!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SpCMyymHLnI/AAAAAAAAAdA/dDQCZu9dHdw/s72-c/DSC00659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-131299574507429003</id><published>2009-08-16T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:23:11.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370639440767624130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SohYHdOoI8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/zQLpYsxlzJY/s400/DSC01366-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma tarde MARAVILHOSA!!! Com muita diversão, alto astral, muita arriação!! Com pessoas de muita EXPRESSÃO! O que no começo gerou um pouco de dúvidas.. Só foi chegar lá pra sentir a energia do povo, e se contagiar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas em companhia de pessoas tão agradáveis, qualquer programa torna-se bom, num acham?&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez gosto mais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SohYIe4G6AI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Q_INAUM8vfs/s1600-h/DSC01367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370639458389911554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SohYIe4G6AI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Q_INAUM8vfs/s400/DSC01367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Encontros agradabilíssimos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SohYHx-AUdI/AAAAAAAAAcw/sc5MZvdkdAs/s1600-h/DSC01399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370639446335050194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SohYHx-AUdI/AAAAAAAAAcw/sc5MZvdkdAs/s400/DSC01399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Encontros engraçadíssimosss!! Eita que povo engraçado!! Valter Mercado, Caça talentos e Senhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SohYHrp4N0I/AAAAAAAAAco/ewAQW2P3sHY/s1600-h/DSC01370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370639444640020290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SohYHrp4N0I/AAAAAAAAAco/ewAQW2P3sHY/s400/DSC01370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Juntou é FESTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;"Faça o que for necessário para ser feliz. Mas não se esqueça que a felicidade é um sentimento simples, você pode encontrá-la e deixá-la ir embora por não perceber sua simplicidade.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mário Quintana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E pra você, o que é simplicidade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplicidade pode ser definida por várias coisas. Riqueza e pobreza não têm nada haver com simplicidade.. Ser simples é ter essência, é ser espontâneo. Quem vê certas pessoas vestidas de Tommy, Lacoste, Rolex, Armani.. Você diria que essa pessoa é simples?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitos diriam que não, mas a verdadeira simplicidade esta dentro de cada um! Independente do que você usa. Essas pessoas às vezes são mais simples do que alguns pobres mortais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chic para mim é gente que se adapta a muitos lugares, mas sem perder sua essência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chic é ter diversidade!&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/4583047277674344501-131299574507429003?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/131299574507429003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=131299574507429003' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/131299574507429003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/131299574507429003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/08/simplicidade.html' title='Simplicidade'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SohYHdOoI8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/zQLpYsxlzJY/s72-c/DSC01366-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5005811879361869101</id><published>2009-08-13T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:00:17.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e Rapha passados!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SoSodZ5Wk_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/ETr8Lk6hoFg/s1600-h/snapshot-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369601878853587954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SoSodZ5Wk_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/ETr8Lk6hoFg/s400/snapshot-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo cair as gotas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desta chuva tão fria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tudo sempre igual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas vai mudar um dia&lt;br /&gt;O sol irá brilhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lua será mais branca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O rio será tão claro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando eu te vejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minhaVoz se cala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque tudo é distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sem voce, não há mais nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-5005811879361869101?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5005811879361869101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5005811879361869101' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5005811879361869101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5005811879361869101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-e-rapha-passados.html' title='Eu e Rapha passados!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SoSodZ5Wk_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/ETr8Lk6hoFg/s72-c/snapshot-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5348032900782471004</id><published>2009-08-10T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:58:49.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade não se explica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SoB7TLgyHOI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/x1UTSEQAZXc/s1600-h/Praia+08.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368426325263654114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SoB7TLgyHOI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/x1UTSEQAZXc/s400/Praia+08.07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AMIZADE NÃO SE EXPLICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos sabem quando serão amigos&lt;br /&gt;Pois compartilham momentos......&lt;br /&gt;dão força...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão sempre lado a lado...&lt;br /&gt;Nas conquistas, nas derrotas...&lt;br /&gt;Nas horas boas e nas difíceis...&lt;br /&gt;Amizade nem sempre é pensar do mesmo jeito&lt;br /&gt;Mas abrir mão, de vez em quando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizade é ter um irmão&lt;br /&gt;Que não mora na mesma casa...&lt;br /&gt;É compartilhar segredos, emoções...&lt;br /&gt;É compreensão, é diversão...&lt;br /&gt;É contar com alguém, sempre que precisar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter algo em comum&lt;br /&gt;É não ter nada em comum...&lt;br /&gt;É saber que se tem mais em comum do quese imagina...&lt;br /&gt;É sentir saudade, é querer dar tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dar preferência, é bater um ciúme&lt;br /&gt;Amizade que é amizade nunca acaba...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a gente cresça,&lt;br /&gt;E apareçam outras pessoas no nosso caminho...&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE AMIZADE NÃO SE EXPLICA...ELA, SIMPLESMENTE EXISTE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-5348032900782471004?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5348032900782471004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5348032900782471004' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5348032900782471004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5348032900782471004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/08/amizade-nao-se-explica.html' title='Amizade não se explica'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SoB7TLgyHOI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/x1UTSEQAZXc/s72-c/Praia+08.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-4043345522724434604</id><published>2009-08-09T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T07:43:18.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By Rê Vasconcellos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sn7fbiSs4-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/NZlUEJFMbKU/s1600-h/DSC01028-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367973470026916834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sn7fbiSs4-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/NZlUEJFMbKU/s320/DSC01028-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Existem amores que não podem ser vividos, só sonhados&lt;br /&gt;Existem medos que são sonhados e nunca vividos,&lt;br /&gt;Fatos contados, vivenciados e nunca mais serão sonhados.&lt;br /&gt;Alegrias intensas, vividas, realizadas e sonhadas.&lt;br /&gt;Tristezas gigantescas, sofrível, amargada e vivida.&lt;br /&gt;Divina a vida e seus segredos, seus sonhos, idílios&lt;br /&gt;Vividos ou sonhados tê-los e senti-los.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir o som do coração o compassado batimento, vida,&lt;br /&gt;Olhar dentro de si e ver-se livre de amarras, enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;De prazer, sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade, voar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rê Vasconcellos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-4043345522724434604?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/4043345522724434604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=4043345522724434604' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4043345522724434604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4043345522724434604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/08/by-re-vasconcellos.html' title='By Rê Vasconcellos'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sn7fbiSs4-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/NZlUEJFMbKU/s72-c/DSC01028-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-1950207473716575841</id><published>2009-08-03T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:08:07.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Rê!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SneJuXQd6UI/AAAAAAAAAbo/xiFBPPbxC3w/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365908910645307714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SneJuXQd6UI/AAAAAAAAAbo/xiFBPPbxC3w/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O universo de coisas boas pra você!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A noite foi MARA! Comida boa, conversa boa, e gente maravilhosa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoreiiii! Tava precisando de uma noite agradável!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz aniversário!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-1950207473716575841?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/1950207473716575841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=1950207473716575841' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1950207473716575841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1950207473716575841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/08/parabens-re.html' title='Parabéns Rê!!!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SneJuXQd6UI/AAAAAAAAAbo/xiFBPPbxC3w/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-1095120788268514249</id><published>2009-07-28T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T07:44:18.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A FESTA TRASH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sm-KxRPmDiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/t_8NyHaKvNs/s1600-h/Festa+de+Vinicius+25.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363658260268584482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sm-KxRPmDiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/t_8NyHaKvNs/s400/Festa+de+Vinicius+25.07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nossa senhora.. não sei nem o que escrever aqui. A festa foi MARAVILHOSA! Quem participou pode ter a ideia de como o astral tava bom. Desde o começo, com a arrumação da decoração, com meus gritos pq ja tava em cima da hora. Por não saber como seria a decor, decidimos tudo em cima da hora.Mas quem viu o efeito pronto, achou que ficamos meses planejando. Apesar que eu fiquei meses planejando mesmo.. Heheheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas no final saiu melhor do que todos nós imaginavamos. AGRADEÇO A TODOS DE CORAÇÃO por terem me ajudado a fazer com que a festa saísse. SEM VOCÊS EU NÃO SERIA NINGUEM!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu to numa confusão de sentimentos. Eu to muito feliz pq a festa foi ESPETACULAR!!! E to muito triste pq a festa ja acabou. Sabe você viver a festa uns 3 meses, e numa noite ela acabar? Mas ficam as lembranças na cabeça, nas fotos e nos videos. Posso ate ser modésto, mas essa festa vai entrar na história. Vai ficar na cabeça de todos como uma festa inesquecível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero agradecer as presenças VIPS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anabel/ Daniella/ Jorginho/ Prisley/ Carla/ Flávia/ Nathalia Braz/ Renata/Sandra/ Marcos/ Maria/ Carla/ Xinho/ Raphaela/ Renata/ Zeca/ Luciano/ Paquito/ Thiago/ Graça/ Evandro/ Luciana/ Diva/ Dino/ Jane/ Isabela/ Lindinalva/ Anna Flora/ Igor/ Renata/ Ingrid/ Mundinha/ Peixoto/ Theo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como diria Fabio Jr, Brigaduuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMO TODOS VOCÊS!!! (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4583047277674344501-1095120788268514249?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/1095120788268514249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=1095120788268514249' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1095120788268514249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1095120788268514249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/festa-trash.html' title='A FESTA TRASH!!!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sm-KxRPmDiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/t_8NyHaKvNs/s72-c/Festa+de+Vinicius+25.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-1855674504974106409</id><published>2009-07-25T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T04:51:04.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegou o grande dia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SmrxfI1t2SI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/lbbUDVA6XVg/s1600-h/Convite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362363823589021986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SmrxfI1t2SI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/lbbUDVA6XVg/s400/Convite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enfim chegou!!&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/4583047277674344501-1855674504974106409?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/1855674504974106409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=1855674504974106409' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1855674504974106409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1855674504974106409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/chegou-o-grande-dia.html' title='Chegou o grande dia!!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SmrxfI1t2SI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/lbbUDVA6XVg/s72-c/Convite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-4298651060876494943</id><published>2009-07-22T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:48:53.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yasmin no Pais das Maravilhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SmelKqCMhcI/AAAAAAAAAao/7JdGmOpVdes/s1600-h/Casa+Catarina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361435483908638146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SmelKqCMhcI/AAAAAAAAAao/7JdGmOpVdes/s400/Casa+Catarina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ela sim é deslumbrante!! Ela sim é fuxicante!! É muita expressão!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4583047277674344501-4298651060876494943?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/4298651060876494943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=4298651060876494943' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4298651060876494943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4298651060876494943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/yasmin-no-pais-das-maravilhas.html' title='Yasmin no Pais das Maravilhas'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SmelKqCMhcI/AAAAAAAAAao/7JdGmOpVdes/s72-c/Casa+Catarina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-2297210093419179073</id><published>2009-07-18T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:35:11.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinito particular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SmKvulDsBAI/AAAAAAAAAag/fj4Jr_ZtV5w/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360039721280734210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SmKvulDsBAI/AAAAAAAAAag/fj4Jr_ZtV5w/s400/DSC00488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorando com a Chuva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho para o céu,&lt;br /&gt;E vejo nuvens brancas como espumas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto o vento,&lt;br /&gt;O sol forte me aquece.&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho para um azul sem fim,então eu lhe procuro...&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;Grito ao vento, ao sol, ao céu&lt;br /&gt;Quero você!&lt;br /&gt;O universo se transforma&lt;br /&gt;E eu sinto a chuva fina tocar meu rosto,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto como chorasse,&lt;br /&gt;Um sol forte com chuva fina&lt;br /&gt;Me fazendo chorar.&lt;br /&gt;O vento quer me derrubar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas você me disse que o vento&lt;br /&gt;Era um bom sinal.&lt;br /&gt;Então venha para perto de mim,&lt;br /&gt;O céu é grande demais para uma só pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Divida comigo este universo,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que podemos voar juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não me responde,&lt;br /&gt;Tem medo da tempestade.&lt;br /&gt;Então mais uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho para o céu&lt;br /&gt;E choro sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;Com as gotas de uma chuva fina,&lt;br /&gt;Namorando um sol forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Silva Muzi) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-2297210093419179073?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/2297210093419179073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=2297210093419179073' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2297210093419179073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2297210093419179073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/infinito-particular.html' title='Infinito particular'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SmKvulDsBAI/AAAAAAAAAag/fj4Jr_ZtV5w/s72-c/DSC00488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-9011801297350984747</id><published>2009-07-18T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:35:27.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SmIxx3TerpI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7O6mkn17pcs/s1600-h/ATgAAABgYZeY5T88gEyxOlCSPHeonU9VBBeUdj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359901239253315218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SmIxx3TerpI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7O6mkn17pcs/s320/ATgAAABgYZeY5T88gEyxOlCSPHeonU9VBBeUdj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Qualquer hora dessas, o sol vai deixar de brilhar... Mas isso não importa, a lua brilhará dia e noite... Qualquer dia desses, as estrelas vão cair... Mas ninguém precisa ter medo, o oceano as receberá em suas águas... Algumas coisas costumam acontecer na hora errada, outras coisas acontecem na hora exata. A sublimidade do ser humano, é capaz de tornar as coisas perfeitas... A paz interior de cada um e o desejo de busca, influenciam o encontro... Mesmo que o encontro seja virtual, ou imaginário. (Seria a mesma coisa?) Sei que pode se tornar real, por causa da sublimidade e da paz interior, e da busca de felicidade que cada ser tem dentro de si. Busco sem medo... Encontro com medo... Sinto, com desejo... Às vezes correr o risco de não encontrar, é melhor do que nem tentar procurar. Busquei e te encontrei! Ou foi você que me encontrou??? Bom, o que importa é que o destino é amigo dos homens, e os homens são amigos entre si... Mesmo que o destino se torne nosso inimigo, nós jamais poderemos fazer o mesmo, devemos continuar nos amando... Os amigos se amam. Os verdadeiros... As estrelas nem vão mais cair, nem o céu deixará de ter o brilho do sol, nem as coisas erradas irão acontecer. Por que o amor e a amizade são maiores, e dominam o coração e o espaço. A busca foi verdadeira e o verdadeiro sentido dessa busca..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-9011801297350984747?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/9011801297350984747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=9011801297350984747' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/9011801297350984747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/9011801297350984747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/amizade.html' title='Amizade...'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SmIxx3TerpI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7O6mkn17pcs/s72-c/ATgAAABgYZeY5T88gEyxOlCSPHeonU9VBBeUdj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-4528368109844369635</id><published>2009-07-17T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:26:02.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A queda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SmDzLt_shjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/dMA1vkj9ijU/s1600-h/Imagem+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359550939221755442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SmDzLt_shjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/dMA1vkj9ijU/s400/Imagem+080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuidado!! Andam colocando coisas nas nossas bebida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu Sonho (Cecília Meireles)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parei as águas do meu sonho para teu rosto se mirar.Mas só a sombra dos meus olhos ficou por cima, a procurar…Os pássaros da madrugada não têm coragem de cantar, vendo o meu sonho interminável e a esperança do meu olhar.Procurei-te em vão pela terra, perto do céu, por sobre o mar.Se não chegas nem pelo sonho, por que insisto em te imaginar ?Quando vierem fechar meus olhos, talvez não se deixem fechar.Talvez pensem que o tempo volta, e que vens, se o tempo voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Pra descontrair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-4528368109844369635?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/4528368109844369635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=4528368109844369635' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4528368109844369635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4528368109844369635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/queda.html' title='A queda'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SmDzLt_shjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/dMA1vkj9ijU/s72-c/Imagem+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-6809044073297462970</id><published>2009-07-16T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:46:09.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sl-ROLkP3FI/AAAAAAAAAaI/8zr3ITQAsgc/s1600-h/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359161754403200082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sl-ROLkP3FI/AAAAAAAAAaI/8zr3ITQAsgc/s400/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um dia a maioria de nós irá se separar. Sentiremos saudades de todas as conversas jogadas fora, as descobertas que fizemos, dos sonhos que tivemos, dos tantos risos e momentos que compartilhamos. Saudades até dos momentos de lágrima, da angústia, das vésperas de finais de semana, de finais de ano, enfim... do companheirismo vivido. Sempre pensei que as amizades continuassem para sempre. Hoje não tenho mais tanta certeza disso. Em breve cada um vai pra seu lado, seja pelo destino, ou por algum desentendimento, segue a sua vida, talvez continuemos a nos encontrar quem sabe... Podemos nos telefonar, conversar algumas bobagens... Aí os dias vão passar, meses... anos... até este contato tornar-se cada vez mais raro. Vamos nos perder no tempo... Um dia nossos filhos verão aquelas fotografias e perguntarão: Quem são aquelas pessoas? Diremos... Que eram nossos amigos. E... isso vai doer tanto! Foram meus amigos, foi com eles que vivi os melhores anos de minha vida! A saudade vai apertar bem dentro do peito. Vai dar uma vontade de ligar, ouvir aquelas vozes novamente... Quando o nosso grupo estiver incompleto... nos reuniremos para um último adeus de um amigo. E entre lágrima nos abraçaremos. Faremos promessas de nos encontrar mais vezes daquele dia em diante. Por fim, cada um vai para o seu lado para continuar a viver a sua vidinha isolada do passado. E nos perderemos no tempo... Por isso, fica aqui um pedido deste humilde amigo: não deixes que a vida passe em branco, e que pequenas adversidades seja a causa de grandes tempestades... Eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-6809044073297462970?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/6809044073297462970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=6809044073297462970' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6809044073297462970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6809044073297462970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-poderia-suportar-embora-nao-sem-dor.html' title='Eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sl-ROLkP3FI/AAAAAAAAAaI/8zr3ITQAsgc/s72-c/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-266004433894425114</id><published>2009-07-15T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:55:50.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou Praieiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S7XoNIqZ7SQ/Sl5K6g9F18I/AAAAAAAAAME/hcrRDekMb34/s1600-h/DSC00503-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358802975756507074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S7XoNIqZ7SQ/Sl5K6g9F18I/AAAAAAAAAME/hcrRDekMb34/s400/DSC00503-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Praia da Boa Viagem ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S7XoNIqZ7SQ/Sl5K6MThfBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Im5kBtf0pRs/s1600-h/DSC00495-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358802970213448722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S7XoNIqZ7SQ/Sl5K6MThfBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Im5kBtf0pRs/s400/DSC00495-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou Praieiro -  Jammil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou praieiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou guerreiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tô solteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero mais o quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero mais verão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero mais tesão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero mais fevereiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero mais amor dentro do coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero mais dinheiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero praia e sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero namorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero mais alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero Rio de Janeiro nos tempos de paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero as meninas de Minas Gerais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero a Bahia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou da Bahia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu sou brasileiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou do litoral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou do mundo inteiro, inteiro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou do carnaval!&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/4583047277674344501-266004433894425114?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/266004433894425114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=266004433894425114' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/266004433894425114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/266004433894425114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/sou-praieiro.html' title='Sou Praieiro'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S7XoNIqZ7SQ/Sl5K6g9F18I/AAAAAAAAAME/hcrRDekMb34/s72-c/DSC00503-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5415883622274947270</id><published>2009-07-14T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:35:56.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegria contagiante!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sl0wu3Y7C6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/KQX8MKZCr9g/s1600-h/14072009000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358492713341356962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sl0wu3Y7C6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/KQX8MKZCr9g/s400/14072009000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sl0wut_RnXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/j1_hZI8f354/s1600-h/14072009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358492710817865074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sl0wut_RnXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/j1_hZI8f354/s400/14072009(003).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O problema de escolher times na vida real é que não tem nada a ver com a escolha da aula de ginástica. Ser a primeira escolha pode ser aterrorizante. E ser escolhido por último... não é a pior coisa do mundo. Então assistimos da lateral do campo. Apegados ao nosso isolamento. Pois sabemos que assim que saímos do banco... Alguém chega e muda o jogo completamente." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cedido gentilamento por Nathy Braz -- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nathbraz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://nathbraz.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&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/4583047277674344501-5415883622274947270?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5415883622274947270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5415883622274947270' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5415883622274947270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5415883622274947270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/alegria-contagiante.html' title='Alegria contagiante!!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sl0wu3Y7C6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/KQX8MKZCr9g/s72-c/14072009000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-1062513871231404410</id><published>2009-07-13T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:48:26.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caçador de pipas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358048584364363090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SluczKBSjVI/AAAAAAAAAZo/mmgY6oPmFLQ/s400/DSC00395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SluczhjOp9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Ir8xFptzWKQ/s1600-h/Imagem+033-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358048590680729554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SluczhjOp9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Ir8xFptzWKQ/s400/Imagem+033-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aparências&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não acuse o irmão que parece mais abastado. Talvez seja simples escravo de compromissos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não condene o companheiro guindado à autoridade. É provável seja ele mero devedor da multidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não inveje aquele que administra, enquanto você obedece. Muitas vezes, é um torturado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não menospreze o colega conduzido a maior destaque. A responsabilidade que lhe pesa nos ombros pode ser um tormento incessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não censure a mulher que se apresenta suntuosamente. O luxo, provavelmente, lhe constitui amarga provação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não critique as pessoas gentis que parecem insinceras, à primeira vista. Possivelmente, estarão evitando enormes crimes ou grandes desânimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se agaste com o amigo mal-humorado. Você não lhe conhece todas as dificuldades íntimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se aborreça com a pessoa de conversação ainda fútil. Você também era assim quando lhe faltava experiência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não murmure contra os jovens menos responsáveis. Ajude-os, quanto estiver ao seu alcance, recordando que você já foi leviano para muita gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não seja intolerante em situação alguma. O relógio bate, incessante, e você será surpreendido por inúmeros problemas difíceis em seu caminho e no caminho daqueles que você ama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chico Xavier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-1062513871231404410?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/1062513871231404410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=1062513871231404410' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1062513871231404410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1062513871231404410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/cacador-de-pipas.html' title='Caçador de pipas'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SluczKBSjVI/AAAAAAAAAZo/mmgY6oPmFLQ/s72-c/DSC00395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-6439678571929871019</id><published>2009-07-11T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:04:03.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357355453861176674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlkmZprlpWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/e2348gix8RQ/s400/DSC00440-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almoço no Chez Georges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357355458574181154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlkmZ7PQYyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/R7-IMzKCcCg/s400/DSC00484-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teatro: Cinderela, a gata borralheira. Todos os Sábados e Domingos, às 16:30; Teatro Valdemar de Oliveira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dia foi MARA hoje!! Cheio dos eventos.. Hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motivo (Cecília Meireles)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto porque o instante existe e a minha vida está completa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sou alegre nem triste: sou poeta.I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rmão das coisas fugidias, não sinto gozo nem tormento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atravesso noites e dias no vento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se desmorono ou edifico, se permaneço ou me desfaço, - não sei, não sei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei se ficoou passo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que canto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a canção é tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem sangue eterno e asa ritmada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sei que um dia estarei mudo: - mais nada&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/4583047277674344501-6439678571929871019?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/6439678571929871019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=6439678571929871019' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6439678571929871019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/6439678571929871019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/movimento.html' title='Movimento'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlkmZprlpWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/e2348gix8RQ/s72-c/DSC00440-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-1468610358238272998</id><published>2009-07-10T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:04:20.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por trás dos panos de "A chegada da prostituta no céu"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlfGjtv8LsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/fD-hfNKQ5sU/s1600-h/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356968598658887362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlfGjtv8LsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/fD-hfNKQ5sU/s400/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alfabeto do amigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;migo é aquele que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;eija você com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;arinho e que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;eseja com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ntusiasmo sua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;elicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;arante fidelidade para com você e é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;umilde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;ndependente do que você é,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;oga tudo para o alto e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;arga mão da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;atéria e dos sentimentos ruins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;aturalmente, para cumprir com sua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;brigação e para&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;roteger a quem lhe protege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;uer bem a quem lhe quer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;espeita seuSilêncio, calado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ransforma sua vida em uma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ú&lt;/strong&gt;nica motivação para&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;iver.er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;eretando, se preciso, e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;angando quando necessário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-1468610358238272998?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/1468610358238272998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=1468610358238272998' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1468610358238272998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1468610358238272998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/chegada-da-prostituta-no-ceu.html' title='Por trás dos panos de &quot;A chegada da prostituta no céu&quot;'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlfGjtv8LsI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/fD-hfNKQ5sU/s72-c/Apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5001978740219357727</id><published>2009-07-09T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:50:17.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fácil é ditar regras e, Difícil é segui-las...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356546170305069650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlZGXJgDQlI/AAAAAAAAAZA/WIc08sczvoA/s400/DSC00406-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlZJZWhhGjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/MY5HHdB9oEU/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356549506695502386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlZJZWhhGjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/MY5HHdB9oEU/s400/DSC00329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fácil e difícil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Falar é completamente fácil, quando se tem palavras em mente que se expresse sua opinião...Difícil é expressar por gestos e atitudes, o que realmente queremos dizer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é julgar pessoas que estão sendo expostas pelas circunstâncias...Difícil é encontrar e refletir sobre os seus próprios erros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é fazer companhia a alguém, dizer o que ela deseja ouvir...Difícil é ser amigo para todas as horas e dizer a verdade quando for preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fácil é analisar a situação alheia e poder aconselhar sobre a mesma... Difícil é vivenciar esta situação e saber o que fazer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é demonstrar raiva e impaciência quando algo o deixa irritado...Difícil é expressar o seu amor a alguém que realmente te conhece.Fácil é viver sem ter que se preocupar com o amanhã...Difícil é questionar e tentar melhorar suas atitudes impulsivas e as vezes impetuosas, a cada dia que passa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é mentir aos quatro ventos o que tentamos camuflar...Difícil é mentir para o nosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;Fácil é ver o que queremos enxergar...Difícil é saber que nos iludimos com o que achávamos ter visto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fácil é ditar regras e, Difícil é segui-las...&lt;br /&gt;(*) Título original: Reverência ao destino (Carlos Drummond de Andrade) &lt;/strong&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/4583047277674344501-5001978740219357727?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5001978740219357727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5001978740219357727' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5001978740219357727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5001978740219357727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/facil-e-ditar-regras-e-dificil-e-segui.html' title='Fácil é ditar regras e, Difícil é segui-las...'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlZGXJgDQlI/AAAAAAAAAZA/WIc08sczvoA/s72-c/DSC00406-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-2544484411232791846</id><published>2009-07-08T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:33:20.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuimos a la playa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlU6beCt5BI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8iNpnEznWOw/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356251575422411794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlU6beCt5BI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8iNpnEznWOw/s400/DSC00399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só depende de nós...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hoje levantei cedo pensando no que tenho a fazer antes que o relógio marque meia noite. É minha função escolher que tipo de dia vou ter hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso reclamar porque está chovendo ou agradecer às águas por lavarem apoluição. Posso ficar triste por não ter dinheiro ou me sentir encorajado para administrar minhas finanças, evitando o desperdício. Posso reclamar sobre minha saúde ou dar graças por estar vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posso me queixar dos meus pais por não terem me dado tudo o que eu queria ou posso ser grato por ter nascido. Posso reclamar por ter que ir trabalhar ou agradecer por ter trabalho.  Posso sentir tédio com o trabalho doméstico ou agradecer a Deus por ter um teto para morar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posso lamentar decepções com amigos ou me entusiasmar com a possibilidade de fazer novas amizades. Se as coisas não saíram como planejei posso ficar feliz por ter hoje para recomeçar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia está na minha frente esperando para ser o que eu quiser. E aqui estou eu, o escultor que pode dar forma.&lt;br /&gt;           Tudo depende só de mim."&lt;br /&gt;          (Charles Chaplin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-2544484411232791846?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/2544484411232791846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=2544484411232791846' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2544484411232791846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/2544484411232791846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuimos-la-playa.html' title='Fuimos a la playa'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlU6beCt5BI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8iNpnEznWOw/s72-c/DSC00399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-3941876428556751047</id><published>2009-07-07T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:01:11.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlNG0Ha8qZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/X2vhy9ridqA/s1600-h/N%C3%A3o+%C3%A9+um+adeus,+mas+sim+um+at%C3%A9+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355702243032869266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlNG0Ha8qZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/X2vhy9ridqA/s400/N%C3%A3o+%C3%A9+um+adeus,+mas+sim+um+at%C3%A9+logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4583047277674344501-3941876428556751047?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/3941876428556751047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=3941876428556751047' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3941876428556751047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/3941876428556751047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlNG0Ha8qZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/X2vhy9ridqA/s72-c/N%C3%A3o+%C3%A9+um+adeus,+mas+sim+um+at%C3%A9+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-4864191381700264455</id><published>2009-07-05T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:48:45.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlEFsvy_IFI/AAAAAAAAAYg/AiAJusTs4l4/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355067698222932050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlEFsvy_IFI/AAAAAAAAAYg/AiAJusTs4l4/s400/DSC00077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlEFsffcIxI/AAAAAAAAAYY/R-ZQLthQHNg/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355067693845979922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlEFsffcIxI/AAAAAAAAAYY/R-ZQLthQHNg/s400/DSC00116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música que embalou a animação da galera.. Ninguem gosta de brega, mas quando toca, ninguem resiste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Novo Namorado - Mistura do Calypso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou negar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofri demais quando você me deu o fora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o tempo passa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mundo gira, o mundo é uma bola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pintei o meu cabelo, me valorizei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entrei na academia, eu malhei, malhei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dei a volta por cima e hoje te mostrei meu novo namorado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensou que eu ia chorar por você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu ia morrer de amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu ia pedir pra voltar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu ia chorar por você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu ia morrer de amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu ia pedir pra voltar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou negar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofri demais quando você me deu o fora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o tempo passa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mundo gira, o mundo é uma bola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pintei o meu cabelo, me valorizei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entrei na academia, eu malhei, malhei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dei a volta por cima e hoje te mostrei meu novo namorado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensou que eu ia chorar por você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu ia morrer de amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu ia pedir pra voltar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah, ah,ah, ah, ah, ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu ia chorar por você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu ia morrer de amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu ia pedir pra voltar.&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/4583047277674344501-4864191381700264455?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/4864191381700264455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=4864191381700264455' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4864191381700264455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4864191381700264455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahaha.html' title='Hahaha'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SlEFsvy_IFI/AAAAAAAAAYg/AiAJusTs4l4/s72-c/DSC00077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-7726129836147430859</id><published>2009-07-04T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:07:52.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fenneart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354651266588123794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sk-K9PEUopI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8Orq422JXG4/s400/DSC00368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354651254849381714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sk-K8jVlpVI/AAAAAAAAAYA/H_lcm8U0Cls/s400/DSC00365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354651266889511378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sk-K9QMLcdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/u3WqfFHZkcs/s400/DSC00374-1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Alegria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Podemos optar por nos regozijar na vida,&lt;br /&gt;ou podemos optar por sermos mal humorados.&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza é uma emoção válida.&lt;br /&gt;Há um lado sinistro em cada um de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Ao optar pela alegria,&lt;br /&gt;não estamos negando a existência ou o valor do sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos apenas optando por não habitarmos nele emocionalmente.&lt;br /&gt;A alegria é mais do que a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é dependente de circunstâncias externas.&lt;br /&gt;A alegria se enraíza não no exterior, mas no interior.&lt;br /&gt;A alegria está enraizada na convicção de que a vida é boa,&lt;br /&gt;que você é bom e que ambos possuem capacidade de melhorar.&lt;br /&gt;Opte pela alegria hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Opte por se perceber como uma pessoa alegre.&lt;br /&gt;Você tem poder para ser assim...&lt;br /&gt;Independente das outras dificuldades&lt;br /&gt;que possa encontrar em seu crescimento&lt;br /&gt;para a autoconfiança e auto-estima."&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/4583047277674344501-7726129836147430859?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/7726129836147430859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=7726129836147430859' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7726129836147430859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7726129836147430859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/fenneart.html' title='Fenneart'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sk-K9PEUopI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8Orq422JXG4/s72-c/DSC00368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-25767438161246301</id><published>2009-07-02T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:46:41.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maceió</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353981631716172386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sk0p7WxoomI/AAAAAAAAAXo/PmVzgEivygI/s400/DSC00173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353981639256466546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sk0p7y3YZHI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3R20YNOjuhU/s400/DSC00257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sk0p7kuq_5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/KaKpu22Zvac/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353981635461840786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sk0p7kuq_5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/KaKpu22Zvac/s400/DSC00196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ai, Se Eles Me Pegam Agora&lt;br /&gt;As Frenéticas -- Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, se mamãe me pega agora&lt;br /&gt;De anágua e combinação&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela me leva embora&lt;br /&gt;Ou não&lt;br /&gt;Será que vai ficar sentida&lt;br /&gt;Será que vai me dar razão&lt;br /&gt;Chorar sua vida vivida&lt;br /&gt;Em vão&lt;br /&gt;Será que faz mil caras feias&lt;br /&gt;Será que vai passar carão&lt;br /&gt;Será que calças as minhas meias&lt;br /&gt;E sai deslizando pelo salão&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero que mamãe me veja&lt;br /&gt;Pintando a boca em coração&lt;br /&gt;Será que vai morrer de inveja ou não&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-25767438161246301?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/25767438161246301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=25767438161246301' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/25767438161246301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/25767438161246301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/maceio.html' title='Maceió'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Sk0p7WxoomI/AAAAAAAAAXo/PmVzgEivygI/s72-c/DSC00173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-1416524987812868726</id><published>2009-07-01T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:24:08.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O fantástico mundo de Thiago X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Skv2kGpjsZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ud8KsB6D1Zc/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353643682180608402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Skv2kGpjsZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ud8KsB6D1Zc/s400/DSC00334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Skv2jnOEKCI/AAAAAAAAAXY/TOyV-HSKyjY/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353643673743796258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Skv2jnOEKCI/AAAAAAAAAXY/TOyV-HSKyjY/s400/DSC00329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Skv2jOG3d4I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/9WUo1UUvjsI/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353643667002718082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Skv2jOG3d4I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/9WUo1UUvjsI/s400/DSC00325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma tarde super legal, com um acervo MARA!! Os olhos ficaram brilhando.. Não sabiam para onde olhar, dava um 360º. Tanta coisa legal.. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando pensei que vi tudo, la vinha ele com uma caixa de som imensa, e começou a mixar umas músicas.. Nem gostei né?? Aproveitei para pedir que ele copiasse tudo pra mim.. Mas ja sei o que vou fazer, vou roubar os pen drives dele.. hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei quantas almas tenho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada momento mudei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuamente me estranho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca me vi nem acabei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De tanto ser, só tenho alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem tem alma não tem calma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem vê é só o que vê,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sente não é quem é,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atento ao que sou e vejo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Torno-me eles e não eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada meu sonho ou desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É do que nasce e não meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou minha própria paisagem;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assisto à minha passagem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diverso, móbil e só,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei sentir-me onde estou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso, alheio, vou lendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como páginas, meu ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que segue não prevendo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que passou a esquecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noto à margem do que li&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que julguei que senti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Releio e digo : "Fui eu ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus sabe, porque o escreveu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4583047277674344501-1416524987812868726?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/1416524987812868726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=1416524987812868726' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1416524987812868726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/1416524987812868726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-fantastico-mundo-e-thiago.html' title='O fantástico mundo de Thiago X'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/Skv2kGpjsZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ud8KsB6D1Zc/s72-c/DSC00334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-8862611048083362596</id><published>2009-06-29T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:44:12.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver e não ter a vergonha de ser feliz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SkmJT4JybwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NcS5jkYoTBo/s1600-h/DSC00093-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352960606690504450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SkmJT4JybwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NcS5jkYoTBo/s400/DSC00093-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MARAVILHOSO!! Todos com uma energia super bacana.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fluiu super bem!!! Com direito a interpretações e tudo mais  ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando é a proxima?? hehehe&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/4583047277674344501-8862611048083362596?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/8862611048083362596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=8862611048083362596' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/8862611048083362596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/8862611048083362596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/06/viver-e-nao-ter-vergonha-de-ser-feliz.html' title='Viver e não ter a vergonha de ser feliz!'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SkmJT4JybwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/NcS5jkYoTBo/s72-c/DSC00093-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-4443748208258232046</id><published>2009-06-25T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:23:01.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Certeza da dúvida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SkPcPvynbTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UVHJWmBUfgA/s1600-h/DSC00035-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351362945331195186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SkPcPvynbTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UVHJWmBUfgA/s320/DSC00035-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não Se Esqueça de Mim -- Nana Caymmi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde você estiver,&lt;br /&gt;Não se esqueça de mim&lt;br /&gt;Com quem você estiver não se esqueça de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero apenas estar no seu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento pensar que você pensa em mim&lt;br /&gt;Onde você estiver, não se esqueça de mim&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que exista outro amor que te faça feliz&lt;br /&gt;Se resta, em sua lembrança, um pouco do muito que eu te quis&lt;br /&gt;Onde você estiver, não se esqueça de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero apenas estar no seu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento pensar que você pensa em mim&lt;br /&gt;Onde você estiver, não se esqueça de mim&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se lembrar não se esqueça que eu&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não consigo apagar você da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Onde você estiver não se esqueça de mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-4443748208258232046?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/4443748208258232046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=4443748208258232046' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4443748208258232046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/4443748208258232046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/06/certeza-da-duvida.html' title='Certeza da dúvida'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SkPcPvynbTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UVHJWmBUfgA/s72-c/DSC00035-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-5191145916890693964</id><published>2009-06-24T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:43:18.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que foi escondido. É o que se escondeu. E o que foi prometido. Ninguém prometeu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SkKoFiNXVWI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gyBb8e4t2IU/s1600-h/DSC00035-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351024120305243490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SkKoFiNXVWI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gyBb8e4t2IU/s400/DSC00035-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As coisa estão andando!! Com fé tudo vai longeee &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eu temia ser rejeitado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até que percebi ter fé em mim mesmo, que sou meu maior companheiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tinha medo da dor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até que percebi que o sofrimento só me ajuda a crescer e afasta de mim a arrogância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu temia a verdade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até descobrir que a verdade é um espelho quebrado em mil pedacinhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém é dono da verdade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois não tem mais do que um caco dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu temia as perdas e a morte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até que aprendi que as perdas não representam o fim, mas o início de um novo ciclo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temia o ódio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até que aprendi que o ódio é um veneno que a pessoa toma pensando atingir o outro."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-5191145916890693964?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/5191145916890693964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=5191145916890693964' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5191145916890693964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/5191145916890693964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-que-foi-escondido-e-o-que-se-escondeu.html' title='O que foi escondido. É o que se escondeu. E o que foi prometido. Ninguém prometeu.'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SkKoFiNXVWI/AAAAAAAAAWw/gyBb8e4t2IU/s72-c/DSC00035-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4583047277674344501.post-7783870190774218656</id><published>2009-06-23T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:20:18.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por aí..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SkD_wZZI5YI/AAAAAAAAAWo/SlHnF5MXrqA/s1600-h/SDC10032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350557564231280002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SkD_wZZI5YI/AAAAAAAAAWo/SlHnF5MXrqA/s400/SDC10032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andanças de Tia Diva e Dany... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Eu temia o ridículo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Até que aprendi a rir de mim mesma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Temia ficar velha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Até que compreendi que posso ganhar sabedoria a cada dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Temia ser ferida nos meus sentimentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Até que aprendi que ninguém consegue me ferir sem minha permissão."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4583047277674344501-7783870190774218656?l=vinnnicius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/feeds/7783870190774218656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4583047277674344501&amp;postID=7783870190774218656' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7783870190774218656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4583047277674344501/posts/default/7783870190774218656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinnnicius.blogspot.com/2009/06/por-ai.html' title='Por aí..'/><author><name>Vinicius Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18127801894502726153</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/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/TSUPWLBTR0I/AAAAAAAAApg/BCdyo0i9glI/S220/DSC02567-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vz1FjDlkrmQ/SkD_wZZI5YI/AAAAAAAAAWo/SlHnF5MXrqA/s72-c/SDC10032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
