<?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-4404748995897397915</id><updated>2011-08-13T09:42:14.932-07:00</updated><category term='twitter follow me gilbertofilho'/><title type='text'>uma vida</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-4005092706793753536</id><published>2009-08-20T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:39:28.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/So4W4Lawr_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/YR82VFOIblQ/s1600-h/brinkshot.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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"&gt;as vezes surto, de hora em hora, assim, sei lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SjgMWTqxx-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/NQHW7kgTNgo/s1600-h/olho.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SjgMWTqxx-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/NQHW7kgTNgo/s400/olho.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348038134878816226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu estava ouvindo: Vanguart - Semáforo &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-57255922114943986?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/57255922114943986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=57255922114943986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/57255922114943986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/57255922114943986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2009/06/oiq.html' title='oiq'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SjgMWTqxx-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/NQHW7kgTNgo/s72-c/olho.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-1587705956313825935</id><published>2009-05-13T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:58:47.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter follow me gilbertofilho'/><title type='text'>follow me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SgrdJHqD6rI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1NAq8_FkU-A/s1600-h/DSC_1028+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SgrdJHqD6rI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1NAq8_FkU-A/s400/DSC_1028+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335319857317800626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, eu não sei escrever coisas incríveis, mal sei a gráfia correta das palavras. Eis então que encontro o meu lugar, a "twitosfera" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;TWITTER&lt;/span&gt;, passo o dia todo twitando e me atualizado de tudo que está bombando pelo youtube, tv, música, mundo pop e etc, A-D-O-R-O... pera, vou twittar que estou escrevendo no meu blog e já volto.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/gilbertofilho"&gt;Follow me&lt;/a&gt; :D&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/4404748995897397915-1587705956313825935?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/1587705956313825935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=1587705956313825935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/1587705956313825935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/1587705956313825935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2009/05/follow-me.html' title='follow me'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SgrdJHqD6rI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1NAq8_FkU-A/s72-c/DSC_1028+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-3375459738715013481</id><published>2008-11-02T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:21:02.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>até a eternidade .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SQ5Wr39tvfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4KCv3zOEOoc/s1600-h/paiemae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SQ5Wr39tvfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4KCv3zOEOoc/s400/paiemae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264240326199852530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É mais difícil do que eu imaginei que seria, eu não sei pra onde ir, eu nem mesmo sei o que pensar, me sinto só, muito só, ninguém conseguirá ocupar o vazio que estou sentindo agora.&lt;br /&gt;Minha vontade era de está fora do jogo, assim não ia ter que enfrentar tudo isso aqui sozinho. Sim, é um pensamento covarde e não me criaram para ser um tal qual. Eu sei que tenho que seguir meu caminho com minhas próprias pernas agora, eu sempre soube que em determinado momento eu teria que seguir sem ninguém, mas não esperava que fosse tão cedo, é mesmo muito complicado esse jogo da vida, eu não tinha noção das regras antes de entrar aqui, agora só me resta tentar tocar a vida da melhor maneira possível do jeito que fui ensinado.  Pai você foi um pouco mais cedo e agora a Mamãe foi ficar com você, as criações que fizeram os tornaram imortais, vamos está aqui dando continuidade a esse ciclo que iniciaram com tanto amor... (sem condições de continuar escrevendo aqui)&lt;br /&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/4404748995897397915-3375459738715013481?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/3375459738715013481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=3375459738715013481' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/3375459738715013481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/3375459738715013481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-eternidade.html' title='até a eternidade .'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SQ5Wr39tvfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4KCv3zOEOoc/s72-c/paiemae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-6442913610799975359</id><published>2008-09-04T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:32:42.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SMDQMDQdm5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/f61ePFA-rCU/s1600-h/HPIM6891+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SMDQMDQdm5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/f61ePFA-rCU/s400/HPIM6891+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242418871710620562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Palavras são insuficientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sem você, perco meu prumo, rumo, norte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&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/4404748995897397915-6442913610799975359?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/6442913610799975359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=6442913610799975359' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/6442913610799975359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/6442913610799975359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/09/me.html' title='Mãe'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SMDQMDQdm5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/f61ePFA-rCU/s72-c/HPIM6891+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-7381618520116092664</id><published>2008-09-02T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:02:34.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>essa vida é meio doida mesmo, cheio de caminhos tortos, precipícios, labirintos, passarelas, encruzilhadas... enfim, é apontar pra fé e remar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-7381618520116092664?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/7381618520116092664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=7381618520116092664' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/7381618520116092664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/7381618520116092664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/09/essa-vida-meio-doida-mesmo-cheio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-5567631934605843763</id><published>2008-08-24T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:02:21.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sais e minerais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SLG9qzVZkrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rTGTO5oe1Ak/s1600-h/053008120343+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SLG9qzVZkrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rTGTO5oe1Ak/s400/053008120343+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238176384640717490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tempo a gente tem&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a gente dá&lt;br /&gt;Corre o que correr&lt;br /&gt;Custa o que custar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo a gente dá&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a gente tem&lt;br /&gt;Custa o que correr&lt;br /&gt;Corre o que custar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que eu perdi&lt;br /&gt;Só agora eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a dar&lt;br /&gt;Foi o que ganhei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ando ainda atrás&lt;br /&gt;Desse tempo ter&lt;br /&gt;Pude não correr&lt;br /&gt;Dele me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh não se mexeu&lt;br /&gt;Beija-flor no ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O rio fica lá&lt;br /&gt;A água é que correu&lt;br /&gt;Chega na maré&lt;br /&gt;Ele vira mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se morrer&lt;br /&gt;Fosse desaguar&lt;br /&gt;Derramar no céu&lt;br /&gt;Se purificar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh deixa pra trás.&lt;br /&gt;Sais e minerais, evaporar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Rodrigo Maranhão - Evaporar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-5567631934605843763?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/5567631934605843763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=5567631934605843763' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/5567631934605843763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/5567631934605843763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/08/sais-e-minerais.html' title='sais e minerais'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SLG9qzVZkrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rTGTO5oe1Ak/s72-c/053008120343+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-4046321091263401407</id><published>2008-08-21T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:59:37.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evaporar</title><content type='html'>Na fase mais conturbada da minha vida eu só penso em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evaporar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-4046321091263401407?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/4046321091263401407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=4046321091263401407' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/4046321091263401407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/4046321091263401407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/08/evaporar.html' title='evaporar'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-4330647375362420027</id><published>2008-08-18T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:00:20.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uma nova dança</title><content type='html'>Se existir vida depois da morte, eu não vou querer voltar a esse mundinho novamente, já vim e vi, pelo "pouco" que vivi, como é difícil viver aqui, no resumo, não gostei, as coisas boas são minúsculas e passam num piscar de olho, deixando você apenas na esperança de uma nova dança.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-4330647375362420027?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/4330647375362420027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=4330647375362420027' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/4330647375362420027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/4330647375362420027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/08/uma-nova-dana.html' title='uma nova dança'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-7011894526878359415</id><published>2008-08-10T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:19:09.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Querido MSN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;sim, hoje foi um dia divertido até as 6 da tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;nós hoje arrancamos goiaba do pé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;na casa de xoooorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;testa comeu uma que tinha até animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;umas lesminhas branca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;láysa fez greve de beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;por uns 3 minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;depois fomos tomar tubaina num barzinho no açudinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;com salgadinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;até dinha e lipao foram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Dinha tomou o primeiro copo de tubaina da vida dela, rolou até aplausos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;lipao no carrão novo do pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;eu, makal e rayza não queríamos sair de lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;tinha dêvêdê no teto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;eu e bô fizemos o carro sacudir dançando please don't stop the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;e makal achou lindo quando tocou espatodea de nando reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;depois fomos para o por do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;não tinha nem rastro de sol mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;abrimos o som do carro e começamos a dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;makal ficou violento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;batendo em todo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;eu descontei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;depois eu fiz o atropelamento em laysa e testa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;testa pisou na bosta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;depois Lipão me deixou em casa, eu entrei na internet, mas estava com sono, coloquei o cd de norah jones pra tocar e fui deitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Daí segundos depois que deitei, Rayza e companhia chegou aqui me chamando pra sair, mas eu não quis sair mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gilberto Filho diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;O segundo domingo do mês de agosto não me faz bem como antes, dormi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu estava ouvindo: Caetano Veloso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Música: Sampa&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/4404748995897397915-7011894526878359415?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/7011894526878359415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-4953842566195178319</id><published>2008-08-09T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T10:15:55.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08/08/08</title><content type='html'>um dia propicio a acontecer coisas inacreditáveis, e sim aconteceram, os chineses deixaram o mundo boquiaberto com a mais fantástica abertura de jogos olímpicos já realizada, oh! rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-4953842566195178319?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/4953842566195178319/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-4404748995897397915.post-3935235422299800484</id><published>2008-07-31T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:45:37.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu 'ser' detalhado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eles são sensíveis, sensatos, solícitos e vivem em busca do tempo perdido. É fácil notá-los, e encantar-se à primeira vista: abrirão portas e puxarão cadeiras se forem caranguejos-macho, ou se oferecerão para consertar aquele abajur quebrado, se forem caranguejos-fêmeas, enquanto lhe contam o quanto, mas quanto mesmo, foram felizes na infância. O canceriano é um idealizador do passado, e para ele nunca houve época mais feliz que a época do ginásio, ou aqueles meses em que ele passava as férias com todos os primos, no sítio do avô, ou aquele dia muito particular em que ganhou a primeira bicicleta. Pode até não ser verdade - mas o conceito de verdade, para um canceriano, é totalmente sentimental. Esta é a marca registrada deste signo de água, regido pela Lua: eles são movidos a sentimentos. Realidade, para eles, é o que eles sentem, e nenhuma análise fria, objetiva, e matemática dos fatos vai convencê-los do contrário. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta, por exemplo, insistir que é melhor pegar um ponte aérea para passar o fim de semana no Rio, em vez de perder oito horas na Dutra e desmaiar de cansaço no sábado e domingo se eles "sentem" que o avião pode cair. Eles são tão amáveis e corteses que às vezes se demora para perceber o quanto são refratários a sugestões. Não ouse perguntar porque eles não vão ao teatro, se a última peça que eles assistiram foi em 1969 e as coisas evoluíram um pouquinho desde então. "Não vou porque não vou", ele lhe responderá provavelmente porque sente algo absolutamente incomunicável. "Porque sim" e "porque não" são as expressões mais freqüentes do repertório do caranguejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É que ele, apesar de conservador, é também um cara de lua. Suas opiniões variam barbaramente, indo num mesmo dia do grau zero ao grau máximo da escala Richter de emotividade. A instabilidade do caranguejo, porém, não tem nada a ver com a volubilidade do geminiano: enquanto aquele borboleteia entre duas idéias, este oscila entre vários humores. Mas seus ataques de melancolia passam tão rápido quanto vieram: basta que você ofereça um pouco de colo e ele terá de volta tudo que mais necessita, isto é, segurança, segurança e segurança. (&lt;a href="http://www.terra.com.br/esoterico/astrologia/seusigno/cancer.htm"&gt;Fonte&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SJKfMMZ-_8I/AAAAAAAAAII/XKUAZZjT6EA/s1600-h/bw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SJKfMMZ-_8I/AAAAAAAAAII/XKUAZZjT6EA/s400/bw1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229417149168025538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-3935235422299800484?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/3935235422299800484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=3935235422299800484' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/3935235422299800484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/3935235422299800484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/meu-ser-detalhado.html' title='Meu &apos;ser&apos; detalhado'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SJKfMMZ-_8I/AAAAAAAAAII/XKUAZZjT6EA/s72-c/bw1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-4879392259604140926</id><published>2008-07-31T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:33:04.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy day?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoje eu acordei ligeiramente disposto e feliz,&lt;br /&gt;sabe aqueles dias que vc se sente feliz sem motivos? Então.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;é tentar esquecer e não consegui fujir, fingir, dormir, só rir. haha&lt;/span&gt;&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/4404748995897397915-4879392259604140926?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/4879392259604140926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=4879392259604140926' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/4879392259604140926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/4879392259604140926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-day.html' title='happy day?!'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-4225819429831751217</id><published>2008-07-30T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:51:12.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente do amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estava no apartamento do meu tio, e a esposa dele coloca um CD para tocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Olha só lançou o novo CD e DVD da Vanessa da Mata, comprei o CD, é ótimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;SÉÉÉRIO? Eu nem ouvi falar que ia lançar... Nossa! Deixa eu ver.&lt;/span&gt; (Peguei eufórico)&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;. Onde você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; comprou? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(a capa do cd era muito legal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lá no Shop, tem o dvd tbm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;respondeu a tia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Aah! eu vou lá agora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei no shop, super lotado, várias lojas, nunca tinha indo lá antes. A eufória no pensamento, tinha que dar de presente pra makal, nossa ele vai amar demais. Corre, sobe escada, desce escada, pega elevador. Achei uma loja, enorme, tinha de tudo, muitos cds, livros, dvds... procura, procura, procura, pede informação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Moça, você pode me informar onde que fica cds de mpb? (na dúvida optei por mpb, nunca sei o estilo musical das bandas em geral)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- A bem aqui... (ela me leva até o local)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Obrigado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando de fileira em fileira, nada nada nada, VERMELHO, aah o novo deve está por aqui... NADA. Pego o celular e ligo pra meu tio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Oh tio, pergunta a Fernanda onde exatamente ela comprou o cd novo? qual loja do shop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Ela disse que comprou na ... (sem nome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Ah  ok!  Eu vou procurar por aqui, valew tio, abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Esta bem, abraço, tchau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desce escada, outra loja do mesmo estilo... aah deve ser aqui, procuro, procuro, NADA --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Moça vocês tem o novo cd de Vanessa da Mata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Espera vou dar uma olhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;O último o garoto que está saindo ali de camisa de quadro acabou de comprar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- Ah, não acredito. ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virei o rosto pra olhar, meus olhos não acreditavam no que estavam vendo, ele? como assim? NÃO, não pode ser ele, claro que sim, era ele (PUTZ).  Uma mistura de sentimentos, raiva, angustia, frustração, vontade de correr e arrancar das mãos dele tomou conta do meu corpo, mas me contive. Era o presente do meu amigo, que eu tanto queria comprar pra dar de presente. Voltei a atenção para a atendende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;O cd e o DVD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sim, chegaram vários, mas a procura foi enorme, se vc quiser, acho que daqui uns 3 dias chega uma nova remessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;hum, ok... obrigado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai da loja com uma sensação horrível, vontade de sentar e chorar, chorar, chorar... Fiquei imaginando a cena: Eu entregando o presente pra ele (abri abri abri), o brilho nos olhos a felicidade que meu amigo vegetariano iria sentir ao ver o CD e o DVD da Vanessa da Mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, acordei, com a sensação de que não foi só um sonho, foi muito real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/4404748995897397915-4225819429831751217?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/4225819429831751217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=4225819429831751217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/4225819429831751217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/4225819429831751217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/presente-do-amigo.html' title='Presente do amigo'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-6481588836199620623</id><published>2008-07-28T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:00:15.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEDE-SE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SI3qhvSD75I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Cv4pWvPvb-k/s1600-h/eueallan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SI3qhvSD75I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Cv4pWvPvb-k/s320/eueallan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228092607795818386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Pedinte. Do teu amor. De tua alma. Do teu mais intrínseco e puro ser. Do teu eu, que na verdade seria nosso. Essencialmente terreno. Essencialmente celeste. Sim, peço somente tua alma. Não que seja pequeno pedido, nem que seja de pequeno tamanho satisfazê-lo, mas, gostaria mesmo que pensasses. Prometo simples e verdadeiro amor. Diria recíproco, se eu tivesse a certeza por sua parte. Quero-te há tempo. Quero-te para mim. Sei que há varias vidas nos procuramos. Falo de vidas de experiências. De buscas. Busca incansável. Sugigante desejo e ânsia por unir-nos. Um só. Ou dois só. Ou dois sós. Não me importa. Peço que não rejeites ao menos o pensar a meu pedido. Quero que coloques em questão tudo o que fomos. Somos. E temos potencial para ser. Pareço um tanto quanto apelativo. Frenético. Demasiadamente insistente. Tenho certeza de que agirias assim se visses o brilho que enxergo daqui. Virias comigo no mesmo instante. Olho e vejo. Vejo-nos. Vejo tudo que foi. E consigo ver tudo o que será. Não são falsas promessas. Não há falsidade. É tudo da mais brutal pureza. Da pureza que jamais experimentaras. De pureza que anseias. Sim, pura. Aguarda-nos. Eu, tu. Sim, basta somente tua palavra. Deve estar sentindo uma pressão enorme ao ler estas linhas. Imagina-me ao escrevê-las! Consegues se colocar ao meu lugar? Espero não soar prepotente, pretensioso e muito menos vago. Ah, o vazio. Tento ao máximo deixar tudo escancarado. Confesso que realmente agi por vezes numa inexatidão imensurável, até descabida. Mas, agora mudei. Eu acredito que sim. E consigo enxergar que sim. E eu te quero. Muito. Quero-te pra todo o sempre, mesmo ele não existindo. Mesmo o pra sempre, sempre acabando. Eu, sendo teu. Teu. E, além do mundo, de mais ninguém. Pertencente somente a vocês. Nós nos doando ao mundo e o mundo nos devolvendo de volta a expectante e impactante vida. Simples assim. Aceite. Espero-te, o tempo que for. O tempo passará, mas eu estarei aqui, remediadamente te querendo, sendo teu. Independente de resposta. Apenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    (texto feito  pra mim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-6481588836199620623?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/6481588836199620623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=6481588836199620623' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/6481588836199620623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/6481588836199620623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/pede-se.html' title='PEDE-SE'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SI3qhvSD75I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Cv4pWvPvb-k/s72-c/eueallan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-350727507176215888</id><published>2008-07-26T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:59:40.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sonhos, dores, desenganos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SIv_WizMcYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LYXoY_sdokE/s1600-h/DSC03488+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SIv_WizMcYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LYXoY_sdokE/s320/DSC03488+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227552555257328002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outra vez, as coisas ficam fora do lugar quando então, começo a me sentir em casa... Outras cores, novos planos, sonhos, dores, desenganos... Os dias lembram alguém que nunca sai da mente, me deprime, me derruba e depois reza por mim. Eu tinha que renunciar, agradar, obedecer, vencer como todos desejavam... Mas sempre soube exatamente como perder. E se a gente perder que seja derrota suada, sofrida, roubada...De mão beijada nem a pau! Me esforço, me lanço, me queimo no fogo, insisto, resisto, invisto no jogo, sem cartas na mesa certeza nenhuma... Eu me joguei num labirinto, deixei de lado o que eu sinto, tão cego que ficava impossível ir além do raso. E se pudesse levava até a saudade, mas deixou... Impregnada em cada fração de mim... Explode em silêncio a frase pronta que você lançou: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;"O tempo sempre cura toda e qualquer dor... de amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fechando e abrindo a geladeira a noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(letras de Jay Vaquer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-350727507176215888?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/350727507176215888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=350727507176215888' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/350727507176215888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/350727507176215888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/sonhos-dores-desenganos.html' title='sonhos, dores, desenganos...'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SIv_WizMcYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LYXoY_sdokE/s72-c/DSC03488+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-4762979786891251353</id><published>2008-07-25T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:29:29.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meacabandoderir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sp5.fotologs.net/photo/37/48/0/gilbertofilho/1216843181451_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://sp5.fotologs.net/photo/37/48/0/gilbertofilho/1216843181451_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se eu fingir e sair por ai na noitada, me acabando de rir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-4762979786891251353?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/4762979786891251353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=4762979786891251353' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/4762979786891251353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/4762979786891251353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/meacabandoderir.html' title='meacabandoderir'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-1834315409674544828</id><published>2008-07-23T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:38:30.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>antes que termine o dia</title><content type='html'>Todo mundo deveria assistir esse filme na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecho do filme &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooQoXbMTGPQ"&gt;"Antes que termine o dia"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-1834315409674544828?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/1834315409674544828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=1834315409674544828' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/1834315409674544828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/1834315409674544828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/antes-que-termine-o-dia.html' title='antes que termine o dia'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-7196340278406652223</id><published>2008-07-21T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:49:42.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>é só isso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SIU5Mydoy8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/eEdItuOnq2s/s1600-h/boa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SIU5Mydoy8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/eEdItuOnq2s/s320/boa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225645834500623298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu quero tomar uma dose de esquecimento, uma dose que fizesse meus pensamentos evaporarem, meus sentimentos congelarem. Imagino como seria fácil viver sem conseqüências, não sentir nada por ninguém, acordar todos os dias sem lembrar do ontem, ser menos orgânico, um botão de reset, voltar no tempo era tudo que eu queria agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu estava ouvindo: Danni Carlos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música: Ton Ton&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/4404748995897397915-7196340278406652223?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/7196340278406652223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=7196340278406652223' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/7196340278406652223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/7196340278406652223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/s-isso.html' title='é só isso'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SIU5Mydoy8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/eEdItuOnq2s/s72-c/boa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-4662179941698258727</id><published>2008-07-17T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:34:31.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Velho e o Moço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acordei com a porta abrindo. Era minha mãe vindo me acordar para viajar, no mesmo instante o celular desperta ao som de Mallu Magalhães. Que saco, eu estava no melhor do sono. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Levanto escovo os dentes, visto a roupa, como duas fatias de bolo, escuto a buzina do cara. Lá vou eu de novo, essa estrada já decorada, passageiros desconhecidos, fone no ouvido. Um moço quase velho, dono de uma oficina de carros, antiga, com portas já enferrujadas, num lugarzinho bem simples. Começou um papo, ele falava de uma forma tão engraçada, era inocente demais pro meu mundo, não sei como explicar, era uma vida tão diferente, pensamentos tão simples comparado ao do meio que convivo, como se o mundo lá fora não lhe despertasse muito interesse, o seu mundo era aquela, a sua oficina. Fiquei pensando em como ele vê o mundo, ele era feliz, falava de uma forma engraçada, meio formal interiorizado. Ouvindo ele contar as histórias meu pensamentos voavam, me fez lembrar o meu pai, que estava sempre pela estrada conhecendo pessoas de todos os lugares, e que devia ter milhões de histórias pra contar, e eu nunca me interessei em saber. Aproveite cada segundo das pessoas que ama, daqui a 1 hora elas podem não está mais ao seu alcance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SH-oWqXVRTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HOWnubtPptY/s1600-h/mao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SH-oWqXVRTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HOWnubtPptY/s320/mao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224079200055805234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu estava ouvindo:&lt;/span&gt; Roberta Sá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Música:&lt;/span&gt; Belo Estranho Dia de Amanhã&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/4404748995897397915-4662179941698258727?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/4662179941698258727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=4662179941698258727' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/4662179941698258727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/4662179941698258727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-velho-e-o-moo.html' title='O Velho e o Moço'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SH-oWqXVRTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HOWnubtPptY/s72-c/mao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-5277151210941434672</id><published>2008-07-14T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:58:13.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nível de satisfação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SHuDh1ChieI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JATBie4x6is/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SHuDh1ChieI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JATBie4x6is/s320/P1010113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222912810062809570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje é um daqueles dias em que me falta o ar. E não digo isso por estar cansado ou algo parecido. Aquela mesma sensação de estar sumindo lentamente. Existem “estados” que são realmente difíceis de descrever em palavras. Outro dia eu estava pensando como tudo seria mais simples se nosso nível de satisfação das coisas pudesse ser representado por barras, como em The Sims. Pontuando de 0 a 10, assim estaria minha vida nesse momento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Profissão: 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finanças: 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diversão: 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saúde: 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Social: 5   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amor: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Eu estava ouvindo: Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Música: Tears Dry On Their Own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4404748995897397915-5277151210941434672?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/5277151210941434672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=5277151210941434672' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/5277151210941434672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/5277151210941434672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/hoje-um-daqueles-dias-em-que-me-falta-o.html' title='nível de satisfação'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SHuDh1ChieI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JATBie4x6is/s72-c/P1010113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-5976413621904110549</id><published>2008-07-12T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:33:24.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha vida só tem graça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SHkw4LitNnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FOVh8pXxEIk/s1600-h/P1010021+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SHkw4LitNnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FOVh8pXxEIk/s400/P1010021+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222258984641967730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Porque vocês fazem parte dela :)&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/4404748995897397915-5976413621904110549?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/5976413621904110549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=5976413621904110549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/5976413621904110549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/5976413621904110549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/minha-vida-s-tem-graa.html' title='A minha vida só tem graça'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SHkw4LitNnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FOVh8pXxEIk/s72-c/P1010021+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-4414012914337894849</id><published>2008-07-10T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:36:53.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>duas decádas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SHZkeQguJWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7Fun_KS-2dw/s1600-h/b-day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SHZkeQguJWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7Fun_KS-2dw/s400/b-day1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221471288973731170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-4414012914337894849?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/4414012914337894849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=4414012914337894849' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/4414012914337894849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/4414012914337894849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='duas decádas'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SHZkeQguJWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7Fun_KS-2dw/s72-c/b-day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-5599649380954580913</id><published>2008-07-09T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:33:28.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s1/gilbertofilho/bebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s1/gilbertofilho/bebe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre quando está chegando perto do dia 10 de julho tenho a sensação que vai mudar completamente o meu modo de ver o mundo, que vou mudar de corpo, de pensamento, de desejos... imagino que vou subir um degrau na vida, e que agora eu sou melhor, ou tenho que ser melhor, afinal estou mais próximo da fase adulta, e isso exige uma maturidade que eu sinceramente não sei se quero ter, ser sempre correto, ser simpático com quem não tenho nenhum pingo de afinidade, resolver problemas, está numa faculdade, ganhar dinheiro, aaah me deixa aqui no meu cantinho, brincando de ser um mutante, desligando contadores, jogando bomba na casa do vizinho, fazendo guerra de bixiga d'agua e não precisar ouvir comentários do tipo: "você é muito infantil" "Pela sua mentalidade te daria 13 anos" aaaah vai a merda com sua postura de "Senhor Maturidade". E esse ano está uma loucura minha cabeça, pois fazer 18 anos já era um coisa tão distante, eu sempre ficava imaginando... quando fizer 18 anos vou fujir de casa, morar sozinho, ser independente... que DENTE?! haha eu estou aqui prestes a completar 20 anos de idade e ainda tomo o nescau na cama, feito pela mamãe, pela titia, pela irmã mais velha (haha), e não, não pago minhas contas e não lavo minhas cuecas, e vc acha que isso me satisfaz? não, pelo contrário, tenho vontade de me jogar pelo mundo, ter a MINHA vida, andando com minhas próprias pernas, resolvendo sozinho meus problemas, ligar menos pra Tia Lau pedindo pra ela fazer isso e aquilo pra mim, não dar mais satisfação de como irei gastar meu dinheiro... Enfim, tudo tem seu tempo, se ainda não criei asas suficientes para decolar vôo é por que ainda não estou preparado pra isso. Mas agora estou prestes a ter duas décadas de vida na terra, isso não é suficiente?! São 20 anos de sobrevivente nesse mundo de cão, não são 2 anos de idade, geeeeeeente! Isso pesa demais na cabeça de um garoto que ainda não sabe nem o que vai fazer da vida, calma, calma, eu estou pedindo calma. Nem sei pra que contamos os anos de vida, só pra deixar a nossa cabeça assim, maluca, pensando em como agir agora com tal idade --', &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas já que contamos... Vou comemorar, vou soprar minhas 20 velinhas em um só sopro o mais forte e fazer o aquele pedido meu pedido! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;UHUUUU!!! CHEGUEI AOS 20!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu estava ouvindo: Lenine&lt;br /&gt;Música: Paciência&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/4404748995897397915-5599649380954580913?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/5599649380954580913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=5599649380954580913' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/5599649380954580913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/5599649380954580913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/sempre-quando-est-chegando-perto-do-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-7178524548966680506</id><published>2008-07-05T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:32:28.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meio desprezível</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"O                        que ontem era pasmo, hoje é desprezo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Baltasar                        Gracián y Morales)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4404748995897397915-7178524548966680506?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/7178524548966680506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=7178524548966680506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/7178524548966680506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/7178524548966680506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/meio-desprezvel.html' title='meio desprezível'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-6338768474132311942</id><published>2008-07-02T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:58:39.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SGxJ86cz88I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ULUvpDasdpM/s1600-h/maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SGxJ86cz88I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ULUvpDasdpM/s320/maos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218627379046642626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Acho que estou começando a pegar a lógica do jogo,&lt;br /&gt;mas se eu contar perde a graça,&lt;br /&gt;o jogo chega ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu estava ouvindo: Gonzaguinha e Elba Ramalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Música: Gostoso Demais&lt;/span&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/4404748995897397915-6338768474132311942?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/6338768474132311942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=6338768474132311942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/6338768474132311942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/6338768474132311942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/play.html' title='play'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SGxJ86cz88I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ULUvpDasdpM/s72-c/maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-5223713648974250081</id><published>2008-07-01T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:28:02.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho bom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SGsSpPxGA3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/FiVDDfBJf8Y/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SGsSpPxGA3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/FiVDDfBJf8Y/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218285093055234930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Você já acordou de um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;Não estou falando de um sonho qualquer, e sim daquele SONHO, aquele que você sempre quis que fosse real, o mais bonito de todos que você já teve até então, já?! Foi a noite mais especial, o melhor beijo, o melhor toque, o sorriso mais sincero, o abraço mais apertado, a sensação de êxtase, o desejo de parar o mundo, de ficar ali pra sempre, sempre, sempre... Não era sonho, não pode ter sido sonho, eu vivi intensamente, foi real pelo menos enquanto acreditei que fosse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Só quem já passou por isso vai me entender. Há só mais um pergunta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, sonhos bons podem se repetir? hum, prefiro acreditar que sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu estava ouvindo: Tom Jobim&lt;br /&gt;Música: Só tinha de ser com você&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/4404748995897397915-5223713648974250081?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/5223713648974250081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=5223713648974250081' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/5223713648974250081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/5223713648974250081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/07/sonho-bom.html' title='Sonho bom'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SGsSpPxGA3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/FiVDDfBJf8Y/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-7021257595071177226</id><published>2008-06-20T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:18:16.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SFyPBsWnMRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/urXqdOaIMLk/s1600-h/P60300311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SFyPBsWnMRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/urXqdOaIMLk/s320/P60300311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214199727836836114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amendoim, canjica, milho assado, milho cozido, bolo de milho, pipoca, tapioca, quentão, licor, fogos, fogueira, balão, banderolas, chapéu, xadrez, forró.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai começar o arrasta pé no salão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-7021257595071177226?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/7021257595071177226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=7021257595071177226' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/7021257595071177226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/7021257595071177226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/06/amendoim-canjica-milho-assado-milho.html' title=''/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SFyPBsWnMRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/urXqdOaIMLk/s72-c/P60300311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-6294989161551029706</id><published>2008-06-13T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:54:14.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarão do luar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SFIkU7ShzxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9j0WaxiUr0w/s1600-h/DSCN3979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SFIkU7ShzxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9j0WaxiUr0w/s320/DSCN3979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211267660752473874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É sempre bom gostar de alguém, deixa a minha vida com mais sentindo, tenho mais animo, faço milhões de planos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não desanimo com desilusões amorosas, os planos foram frustrados, mas e daí?! Isso me dá mais vontade de tentar, tentar e tentar. Eu realmente não nasci pra ser sozinho, gosto mesmo de ter alguém pra MIM. Nasci para amar, e ser amado, não acho bobagem se apaixonar, pelo contrário aquele que nunca se apaixonou não sentiu o melhor da vida. Tem uma frase de uma música que eu adoro que diz: "É impossível ser feliz sozinho"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu estava ouvindo: Maria Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Música: O Que é o Amor&lt;br /&gt;♪&lt;br /&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/4404748995897397915-6294989161551029706?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/6294989161551029706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=6294989161551029706' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/6294989161551029706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/6294989161551029706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/06/gostar.html' title='Clarão do luar'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SFIkU7ShzxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9j0WaxiUr0w/s72-c/DSCN3979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-3134581375922322845</id><published>2008-06-09T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:25:58.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SE3JS93iLZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NpuCLyvwekU/s1600-h/DSCN6290+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SE3JS93iLZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NpuCLyvwekU/s320/DSCN6290+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210041671619849618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu não esperava ter medo de perder alguém novamente, tão cedo...&lt;br /&gt;é algo que não dá pra explicar, só de imaginar me dá calafrios, a minha mente começa vim cenas horríveis, perco o chão, é mesmo indescritível. Fico procurando resposta pra isso tudo, porque isso acontecendo? eu preciso fazer algo? é alguma prova? (vou logo avisando, nunca me dei bem em provas) Dá uma angústia, pensar que tudo pode mudar de uma hora pra outra, que posso reviver o pesadelo de dois anos e meio atrás... ai não quero pensar nisso, não quero pensar nisso, isso não vai acontecer, eu não quero está vivo pra ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu estava ouvindo: Los Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Música: Quem sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4404748995897397915-3134581375922322845?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/3134581375922322845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=3134581375922322845' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/3134581375922322845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/3134581375922322845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/06/medo.html' title='MEDO'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SE3JS93iLZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NpuCLyvwekU/s72-c/DSCN6290+c%C3%B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-3013247120294289363</id><published>2008-05-24T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:52:21.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns a uma amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SDib1tQRNoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NCcGFuZGR3I/s1600-h/bam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SDib1tQRNoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NCcGFuZGR3I/s320/bam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204080716409812610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bam, dava pra passar horas escrevendo tudo que vc representa na minha vida e tal, mas eu não estou afim de ficar escrevendo uma coisa que vc já sabe, ou não.&lt;br /&gt;enfim, que nossa amizade sempre viva, viva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;FELIZ MAIOR IDADE !!!  &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/4404748995897397915-3013247120294289363?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/3013247120294289363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=3013247120294289363' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/3013247120294289363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/3013247120294289363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/05/parabns-uma-amigo.html' title='Parabéns a uma amigo'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SDib1tQRNoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NCcGFuZGR3I/s72-c/bam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-2225644054998479834</id><published>2008-05-19T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:31:12.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor pra mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cansado de ouvir pessoas falarem o que é o melhor pra mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dizerem que eu não faço nada que seja produtivo na minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; se incomodam em me ver na minha casa, na internet, comendo, dormindo, assistindo, ouvindo música, pulando, dançando, fudendo... que PORRA! Não estou interferindo nos planos de ninguém, não estou te pedindo conselhos, então por favor me deixa levar minha "vidinha" do jeito que EU QUERO. É absurdo, ridículo, patético me dizerem o que é melhor pra mim, o que fazer com a minha vida. Falam como se soubessem o que é CERTO ou ERRADO pra mim, hahaha, desculpa mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; não nasci pra viver dentro dos padrões de vida, e sim no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;MEU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; padrão. Difícil de entender isso? Tem até uma frase que eu adoro que é bem assim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Não paga minha contas, nem lava minhas cuecas, eu não lhe devo satisfação&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; então é aquilo que digo sempre, cada um cuidando da sua vida, obrigado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;volte sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gilbertofilho/2092220014/" title="Sem título por GilbertoFilho ., no Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2181/2092220014_9f7596f701_m.jpg" alt="" height="184" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu estava ouvindo: Ana Carolina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Música: Tolerância&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/4404748995897397915-2225644054998479834?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/2225644054998479834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=2225644054998479834' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/2225644054998479834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/2225644054998479834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-melhor-pra-mim.html' title='O melhor pra mim.'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2181/2092220014_9f7596f701_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-9041882913210917729</id><published>2008-05-09T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T00:18:06.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Fabuloso Destino de Amelie Poulain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SCP6l03XIzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/A_P91qRWniE/s1600-h/amelie-poulain04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SCP6l03XIzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/A_P91qRWniE/s320/amelie-poulain04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198273922668634930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazia muito tempo que eu nao via um filme tão criativo, moderno, com uma fotografia tão linda e de tantos detalhes. Esquecemos de tudo por 2 horas e entramos no mundo de Amélie. A vida é bela. Foi o que eu senti ao assistir Amélie Poulain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-9041882913210917729?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/9041882913210917729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=9041882913210917729' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/9041882913210917729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/9041882913210917729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-fabuloso-destino-de-amelie-poulain.html' title='O Fabuloso Destino de Amelie Poulain'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SCP6l03XIzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/A_P91qRWniE/s72-c/amelie-poulain04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-3705855137435666548</id><published>2008-05-05T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:38:37.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galeon.com/anarquista/testehermanos.html" target="blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.galeon.com/anarquista/flor.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;font face="verdana" size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galeon.com/anarquista/testehermanos.html" target="blank"&gt;Que música do los hermanos é você?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;bR&gt;HAHAHAHA será? &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-3705855137435666548?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/3705855137435666548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=3705855137435666548' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/3705855137435666548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/3705855137435666548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/05/flor.html' title='A flor'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-6188548235478848513</id><published>2008-04-27T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:52:58.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tchubaruba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sp5.fotologs.net/photo/37/48/0/gilbertofilho/1209334243_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://sp5.fotologs.net/photo/37/48/0/gilbertofilho/1209334243_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o Brasil gira em torno do caso ISABELLA NARDONI, &lt;br /&gt;eu e a Mallu Magalhães canta "tchubaruba, tchubaruba..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-6188548235478848513?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/6188548235478848513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=6188548235478848513' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/6188548235478848513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/6188548235478848513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/04/tchubaruba.html' title='tchubaruba'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-2250503860845274022</id><published>2008-04-17T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:29:45.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YUxbDEPFiM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YUxbDEPFiM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-2250503860845274022?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/2250503860845274022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=2250503860845274022' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/2250503860845274022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/2250503860845274022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-soul.html' title='New Soul'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-9121313440556467516</id><published>2008-04-12T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T14:13:16.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terapia Ocupacional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2203/2138985398_cd29e6ed30_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2203/2138985398_cd29e6ed30_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem vive em interior sabe como é a terapia ocupacional de 90% da população. FALAR DA VIDA ALHEIA... que beleeeeza. E não importa se você é feio ou bonito, pobre ou rico, você está sempre na boca do povo (nem precisa está num bbb). Julgam o tempo todo, condenam as atitudes alheia, falam até do que não tem o que falar, e as "resenhas" saem numa velocidade fora do comum (rs). Esquecem que o LIVRE ARBÍTRIO já existe faz tempo, mas é tão bom falar mal da vida das pessoas né?! a gente se sente melhor, superior, engrandece, da um super EGO e tal (rs), agora eu pergunto, quem é que pode julgar alguém, falar de alguém? esquecem que são um bando de falsos moralistas. E isso é fato, condenam atos que os propios praticam, então é aquela velha boa frase: "macaco não olha pro rabo".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-9121313440556467516?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/9121313440556467516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=9121313440556467516' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/9121313440556467516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/9121313440556467516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/04/terapia-ocupacional.html' title='Terapia Ocupacional'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2203/2138985398_cd29e6ed30_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-795320464047612919</id><published>2008-04-05T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:44:58.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo tem seu tempo, tudo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1287/999664798_f2c3f07bd9_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 250px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1287/999664798_f2c3f07bd9_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já ouvi falarem isso milhões de vezes, e por costume falo em algumas ocasiões de "consolo", mas a verdade é que esse tempo quem determina é você, sempre. O seu tempo de trabalhar, de passar num vestibular, de amadurecer, de ver aquele filme, de beber, de fumar, de escrever uma carta,  de amar, de namorar, de casar, de ter filhos...  Sera que temos tanto tempo? todo o tempo do mundo? não, o tempo é um compositor de destinos, e ele é bem apressado. Dependendo das suas atitudes e dos seus desejos esse "tempo" pode ser looooongo ou &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;curto. &lt;/span&gt;Mas enfim, pode parecer confuso mas o meu tempo de ter alguém que queira dividir um sonho comigo, ainda não chegou, e nesse caso, o "tempo" não pode ser determinado por mim, ou pode? Ah, que saber? isso é muito complexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu estava ouvindo: Caetano Veloso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Música: Oração Ao Tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4404748995897397915-795320464047612919?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/795320464047612919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=795320464047612919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/795320464047612919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/795320464047612919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/04/tudo-tem-seu-tempo-tudo.html' title='Tudo tem seu tempo, tudo.'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1287/999664798_f2c3f07bd9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-5520800148975980016</id><published>2008-03-30T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:51:00.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2225/2372416505_287ae98607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 150px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2225/2372416505_287ae98607.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu sempre imaginava que quando chegasse aos 20 anos já teria uma vida super bem resolvida, que já seria independente, teria meu dinheirinho todo mês, enfim, teria uma vida minha, andando com minhas próprias pernas. Hoje eu estou a quase 3 meses dessa idade, e a ainda sou aquele mesmo moleque que vive sonhando, sonhando, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incapaz&lt;/span&gt; de se mover &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daqui&lt;/span&gt; até &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ali,&lt;/span&gt; esperando talvez que tudo venha até mim, como o café da manhã, o almoço, o lanchinho da tarde, a janta... Só que a independência depende de mim exclusivamente, e ela não vai bater na porta do meu quarto, tenho plena consciência disso, mas algo me impede de correr atrás dela, acho que desejei tanto ter ela, que acabou virando algo abstrato. Bem, eu me sinto preso a pensamentos negativos, as coisas sempre foram dando errado, que acabei criando um bloqueio, penso que tudo que eu vá tentar, vai dar errado, não vai sair como espero, e assim a desistência é inevitável, pra que tentar algo que você pensa que vai dar errado? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perda&lt;/span&gt; de tempo. Mas eu nunca deixei de sonhar, os meus sonhos me fazem querer viver, viver, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu estava ouvindo:&lt;/span&gt; Pato Fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Música:&lt;/span&gt; Vida Diet&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/4404748995897397915-5520800148975980016?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/5520800148975980016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=5520800148975980016' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/5520800148975980016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/5520800148975980016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/03/eu-sempre-imaginava-que-quando-chegasse.html' title=''/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2225/2372416505_287ae98607_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-3494624284368190090</id><published>2008-03-23T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:34:21.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feriado de Páscoa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/R-cuG2YtO5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VY4wy-QUdZE/s1600-h/2355966758_ac85d47825_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/R-cuG2YtO5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VY4wy-QUdZE/s320/2355966758_ac85d47825_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181160591526280082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Um feriadão com direito a micos, risos, dicas, lógicas, pizza, fotos, filme, chocolate, e muita música eletrônica.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso só foi possível graças aos meus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;queridos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Amanhã volta toda rotina, ficar em casa o dia todo na internet, ir a academia e voltar pra casa (é uma vida rotineira não é?! acho que sim), esse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;ócio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; me faz sentir um retardalho na corrida da vida. Então, alguém quer um pedaço de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;ovo de páscoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4404748995897397915-3494624284368190090?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/3494624284368190090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=3494624284368190090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/3494624284368190090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/3494624284368190090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/03/feriado-de-pscoa.html' title='Feriado de Páscoa.'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/R-cuG2YtO5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VY4wy-QUdZE/s72-c/2355966758_ac85d47825_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-271190223544852006</id><published>2008-03-17T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T01:46:08.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="balanço por GilbertoFilho ., no Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gilbertofilho/2232236376/"&gt;&lt;img height="139" alt="balanço" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2120/2232236376_a28915c52c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passam dias, horas, minutos, segundos.&lt;br /&gt;Passa tudo aos meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais poderei ver passar?&lt;br /&gt;E até quando eu vou apenas ver passar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou estava ouvindo: Los Hermanos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Música: Samba a dois&lt;/em&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/4404748995897397915-271190223544852006?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/271190223544852006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=271190223544852006' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/271190223544852006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/271190223544852006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/03/passam-dias-horas-minutos-segundos.html' title=''/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2120/2232236376_a28915c52c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404748995897397915.post-330162984423451102</id><published>2008-03-13T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T05:53:36.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mundo de ilusões;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/R9kX_DocCVI/AAAAAAAAADg/huHzqr1mm3w/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177195618713209170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/R9kX_DocCVI/AAAAAAAAADg/huHzqr1mm3w/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/R9kW6zocCUI/AAAAAAAAADY/Z2BDTyNfZM4/s1600-h/ilusao.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ultimamente tenho pensado muito na minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;são tantas coisas que passam na minha cabeça, numa velocidade de 354 km/h . Perguntas sem respostas, planos e sonhos medrosos, pensamentos de uma vida frustrante. Acreditei demais nas pessoas, subestimei demais, errei, errei denovo, acredite, eu continuou errando. Não sei se essas coisas acontecem só comigo, as vezes penso que sim. Numa vida de quase 2 décadas sem nada concreto, sem nenhum sucesso, isso me faz sentir um fracassado, sim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As coisas que mais deveria ser priorizado na minha vida eu dexei em segundo plano, o que mais dependia de mim eu não consegui cumpri-las. Tá! Você pode até dizer que ainda estou novo, e que tenho uma vida inteira pela frente, mas com que garantia que você afirma que tenho essa vida toda? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Boa parte da minha vida, fiquei buscando a minha felicidade em outras pessoas, acreditei que existia o amor, acreditei no bom velhinho, no coelhinho da pascoa, acreditei que um dia fosse ser protagonista de novela ou de conto de fadas, acreditei que a vida era fácil (e não é?), bom pra quem viveu esse tempo todo num mundo de ilusões, não é!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não quero pagar de coitadinho, costumo dizer que minha vida é um drama, há quem goste de um bom drama! Digo também que já vi de tudo, que já ouvi de tudo, e que nada mais me surpreende (mentira), me apaixono todos os dias, e me supreendo cada dia mais. E as fadas, existem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu estava ouvindo: Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Música: Tarde em Itapoã&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4404748995897397915-330162984423451102?l=gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/feeds/330162984423451102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4404748995897397915&amp;postID=330162984423451102' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/330162984423451102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4404748995897397915/posts/default/330162984423451102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gilbertofilho0.blogspot.com/2008/03/mundo-de-iluses.html' title='mundo de ilusões;'/><author><name>uma vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116498723561484856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/SG4ljSTZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7vf5pz3ZEYw/S220/mao.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V8uRGNVc5iE/R9kX_DocCVI/AAAAAAAAADg/huHzqr1mm3w/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
