<?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-406012225672587977</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:35:04.047-03:00</updated><title type='text'>窓際の夢　madogiwa no yume</title><subtitle type='html'>"a prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages." (tennessee williams)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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injusta sobre a vida &lt;br /&gt;é a maneira como ela termina. &lt;br /&gt;eu acho que o verdadeiro ciclo da vida &lt;br /&gt;está todo de trás pra frente. &lt;br /&gt;nós deveríamos morrer primeiro, &lt;br /&gt;nos livrar logo disso.&lt;br /&gt;daí viver num asilo, até ser chutado &lt;br /&gt;pra fora de lá por estar muito novo. &lt;br /&gt;ganhar um relógio de ouro e ir trabalhar. &lt;br /&gt;então você trabalha 40 anos até ficar novo &lt;br /&gt;o bastante pra poder aproveitar sua aposentadoria.&lt;br /&gt;aí você curte tudo, bebe bastante álcool, &lt;br /&gt;faz festas e se prepara para a faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;você vai para colégio, tem várias namoradas, &lt;br /&gt;vira criança, não tem nenhuma responsabilidade, &lt;br /&gt;vira um bebezinho de colo, volta pro útero da mãe, &lt;br /&gt;passa seus últimos nove meses de vida flutuando. &lt;br /&gt;e termina tudo com um ótimo orgasmo! &lt;br /&gt;Não seria perfeito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(charles chaplin)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-3984740487488889710?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3984740487488889710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=3984740487488889710' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/3984740487488889710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/3984740487488889710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/02/coisa-mais-injusta-sobre-vida.html' title='a coisa mais injusta sobre a vida'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SYWo3LQ54XI/AAAAAAAABMY/-YYtm7Cm4a0/s72-c/25_MVG_cult_chaplin3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-573670394383814189</id><published>2009-01-31T10:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:27:16.619-02:00</updated><title type='text'>para aliviar meu fardo (charles bukowski)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SYRDjWcqdNI/AAAAAAAABMQ/mlRxLDjvV5s/s1600-h/8591~Charles-Bukowski-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SYRDjWcqdNI/AAAAAAAABMQ/mlRxLDjvV5s/s200/8591~Charles-Bukowski-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297433336294831314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"você pode não acreditar nisto,&lt;br /&gt;mas há pessoas que passam pela vida&lt;br /&gt;com muito pouca fricção de angústia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elas se vestem bem, dormem bem.&lt;br /&gt;elas estão contentes com sua família.&lt;br /&gt;com a vida.&lt;br /&gt;elas são imperturbáveis e &lt;br /&gt;frequentemente se sentem muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e quando elas morrem&lt;br /&gt;é uma morte fácil,&lt;br /&gt;normalmente durante o sono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você pode não acreditar nisto,&lt;br /&gt;mas tais pessoas existem.&lt;br /&gt;mas eu não sou nenhuma delas.&lt;br /&gt;oh não, eu não sou nenhuma delas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não estou nem mesmo &lt;br /&gt;próximo de ser uma delas.&lt;br /&gt;mas elas estão lá..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-573670394383814189?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/573670394383814189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=573670394383814189' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/573670394383814189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-1063151391941531158</id><published>2009-01-19T18:16:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:42:56.059-02:00</updated><title type='text'>libertação.</title><content type='html'>livre de influências externas que me roubaram&lt;br /&gt;a paz de espírito e me colocaram os nervos à&lt;br /&gt;flor da pele, agora me sinto finalmente relaxar,&lt;br /&gt;as camadas de ressentimentos que eu carregava &lt;br /&gt;há muito tempo estão dissolvendo na aceitação&lt;br /&gt;do novo, contemplação do inevitável, fim de um&lt;br /&gt;ciclo, sinto um tipo de recomeço reformulado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paz nas relações mais profundas, sinceridade,&lt;br /&gt;apoio, temperança, pois as últimas descargas de &lt;br /&gt;energias revelaram os ponto nevrálgicos de um&lt;br /&gt;contato íntimo e tão fértil quanto mútuo, em &lt;br /&gt;que se assegura um elo que se faz presente, que&lt;br /&gt;não se quer perder, se acredita em conciliação, &lt;br /&gt;eu também. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que pode acontecer, sem dúvida acontece,&lt;br /&gt;com ou sem a participação ativa de quem está&lt;br /&gt;envolvido, e para manter o vínculo basta apenas&lt;br /&gt;acalmar as emoções, abrandar o coração e aceitar&lt;br /&gt;que a união se estabeleça da maneira mais natural &lt;br /&gt;possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ego é o elemento dissociante, o ego nos alheia &lt;br /&gt;e perturba, sobretudo se existem pontas soltas, &lt;br /&gt;coisa não-ditas, desejos não-expressos. o tempo&lt;br /&gt;está sempre a favor do progresso, aponta para&lt;br /&gt;aproximação, a naturalidade é a chave para &lt;br /&gt;manter-se unido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isso me mantém aquecida, na defesa do elo, tão&lt;br /&gt;fundamental e sincero, que me conecta com minhas&lt;br /&gt;profundas fontes de emoção e de amizade eternas,&lt;br /&gt;transformando o padrão de meus vínculos, &lt;br /&gt;ampliando o poder de compreensão e de entrega &lt;br /&gt;desinteressada apenas pelos atributos de uma &lt;br /&gt;relação confortável e livre de pressões externas &lt;br /&gt;ou da espera de resultados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a torrente de lágrimas que chorei, alívio, dúvida,&lt;br /&gt;revelação, expectativa da mudança.&lt;br /&gt;depois da tempestade veio o sol da manhã, ar puro,&lt;br /&gt;canto dos pássaros a serenidade do verão. e com a &lt;br /&gt;pureza do cristal me resta esta jóia para lapidar,&lt;br /&gt;achar os ângulos de convergência, os limites e as&lt;br /&gt;nuances de cada manifestação de algo tão raro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by dani weber)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-1063151391941531158?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-4168499999595957534</id><published>2009-01-16T04:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:48:49.226-02:00</updated><title type='text'>gota d'água - chico buarque</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SXAtvdKfzfI/AAAAAAAABMI/yxRdu9HS6BM/s1600-h/gota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SXAtvdKfzfI/AAAAAAAABMI/yxRdu9HS6BM/s200/gota.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291779855466089970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já lhe dei meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;já estanquei meu sangue&lt;br /&gt;quando fervia&lt;br /&gt;olha a voz que me resta&lt;br /&gt;olha a veia que salta&lt;br /&gt;olha a gota que falta&lt;br /&gt;pro desfecho da festa&lt;br /&gt;por favor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixe em paz meu coração&lt;br /&gt;que ele é um pote até aqui de mágoa&lt;br /&gt;e qualquer desatenção, faça não&lt;br /&gt;pode ser a gota d'água...&lt;br /&gt;pode ser a gota d'água...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chico buarque de hollanda)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-4168499999595957534?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4168499999595957534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=4168499999595957534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-8763206311021517922</id><published>2009-01-15T02:18:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:50:07.323-02:00</updated><title type='text'>gracias a la vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SW69pTTvxqI/AAAAAAAABMA/4JCRNZk5yqk/s1600-h/Mercedes_Sosa_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SW69pTTvxqI/AAAAAAAABMA/4JCRNZk5yqk/s200/Mercedes_Sosa_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291375129462294178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto&lt;br /&gt;me dio dos luceros que cuando los abro&lt;br /&gt;perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco&lt;br /&gt;y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado&lt;br /&gt;y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto&lt;br /&gt;me ha dado el oído que en todo su ancho&lt;br /&gt;graba noche y día grillos y canarios&lt;br /&gt;martirios, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos&lt;br /&gt;y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto&lt;br /&gt;me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario&lt;br /&gt;con él, las palabras que pienso y declaro&lt;br /&gt;madre, amigo, hermano y luz alumbrando &lt;br /&gt;la ruta del alma del que estoy amando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto&lt;br /&gt;me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados&lt;br /&gt;con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos&lt;br /&gt;playas y desiertos, montañas y llanos&lt;br /&gt;y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto&lt;br /&gt;me dio el corazón que agita su marco&lt;br /&gt;cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano&lt;br /&gt;cuando miro el bueno tan lejos del malo&lt;br /&gt;cuando miro el fondo de tus ojos claros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto&lt;br /&gt;me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto&lt;br /&gt;así yo distingo dicha de quebranto&lt;br /&gt;los dos materiales que forman mi canto&lt;br /&gt;y el canto de ustedes que es el mismo canto&lt;br /&gt;y el canto de todos que es mi propio canto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracias a la vida, gracias a la vida &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mercedes sosa, la negra)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-8763206311021517922?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8763206311021517922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SW69pTTvxqI/AAAAAAAABMA/4JCRNZk5yqk/s72-c/Mercedes_Sosa_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-700421353610068429</id><published>2009-01-15T00:18:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:45:04.433-02:00</updated><title type='text'>asas presas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SW6iOkc2hUI/AAAAAAAABL4/xdgCBZGAM0w/s1600-h/borboleta+e+livro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SW6iOkc2hUI/AAAAAAAABL4/xdgCBZGAM0w/s200/borboleta+e+livro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291344983393469762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensando em dizer adeus&lt;br /&gt;mas impreganda até a alma&lt;br /&gt;dessa tão sutil presença&lt;br /&gt;olho as árvores, as mesmas&lt;br /&gt;que emolduravam o rosto&lt;br /&gt;nas já distantes manhãs&lt;br /&gt;- café, choro, riso e poesia -&lt;br /&gt;agora recortam o céu azul.&lt;br /&gt;e me invade a brisa do novo&lt;br /&gt;vem morna como o sorriso&lt;br /&gt;e a voz me volta, profunda&lt;br /&gt;e já não sei para onde vou&lt;br /&gt;ou se ainda posso me mover&lt;br /&gt;inútil meu bater de asas&lt;br /&gt;sou borboleta em cativeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-700421353610068429?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/700421353610068429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-6342261005979655983</id><published>2009-01-14T11:27:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:41:00.268-02:00</updated><title type='text'>morning has broken (joy...!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SW3qsoHY2zI/AAAAAAAABLo/FaGwifSFYrA/s1600-h/180full-cat-stevens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SW3qsoHY2zI/AAAAAAAABLo/FaGwifSFYrA/s320/180full-cat-stevens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291143189633751858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"morning has broken, &lt;br /&gt;like the first morning&lt;br /&gt;blackbird has spoken, &lt;br /&gt;like the first bird&lt;br /&gt;praise for the singing &lt;br /&gt;praise for the morning&lt;br /&gt;praise for the springing &lt;br /&gt;fresh from the world...&lt;br /&gt;sweet the rain's new fall, &lt;br /&gt;sunlit from heaven&lt;br /&gt;like the first dewfall, &lt;br /&gt;on the first grass&lt;br /&gt;praise for the sweetness &lt;br /&gt;of the wet garden&lt;br /&gt;sprung in completeness &lt;br /&gt;where his feet pass...&lt;br /&gt;mine is the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;mine is the morning&lt;br /&gt;born of the one light &lt;br /&gt;Eden saw play&lt;br /&gt;praise with elation&lt;br /&gt;praise every morning&lt;br /&gt;god's recreation &lt;br /&gt;of the new day..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by cat stevens)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-6342261005979655983?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SW3qsoHY2zI/AAAAAAAABLo/FaGwifSFYrA/s72-c/180full-cat-stevens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-8608944289337439498</id><published>2009-01-14T02:11:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:28:33.763-02:00</updated><title type='text'>50. irremediável.</title><content type='html'>querer te preservar&lt;br /&gt;proteger tua lembrança&lt;br /&gt;manter viva tua presença&lt;br /&gt;como uma frágil vela acesa&lt;br /&gt;tremulando sob o vento forte&lt;br /&gt;que logo trará a tormenta&lt;br /&gt;sabendo que nada que se faça&lt;br /&gt;jamais será outra vez como antes&lt;br /&gt;sentimento que perdeu o foco&lt;br /&gt;um navio vagando à deriva &lt;br /&gt;nuvens que turvam os céus&lt;br /&gt;pois nada que se tente poderá&lt;br /&gt;salvar o que nunca existiu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-8608944289337439498?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8608944289337439498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=8608944289337439498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/8608944289337439498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/8608944289337439498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/irremedivel.html' title='50. irremediável.'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-2033268282723116893</id><published>2009-01-14T01:56:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:10:42.036-02:00</updated><title type='text'>49. horizontes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SW1lOtw9oCI/AAAAAAAABLg/cfv13pPjzik/s1600-h/horizonte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SW1lOtw9oCI/AAAAAAAABLg/cfv13pPjzik/s320/horizonte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290996440707735586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temporadas que terminam&lt;br /&gt;recursos que se esgotam&lt;br /&gt;estações que se sucedem&lt;br /&gt;machucam mas ensinam&lt;br /&gt;transtornam mas refletem&lt;br /&gt;nossos passos já dados&lt;br /&gt;no longo e sinuoso caminho&lt;br /&gt;que ainda resta a percorrer&lt;br /&gt;mantendo os olhos sempre à frente&lt;br /&gt;ombros erguidos, cabelos ao vento&lt;br /&gt;obedecendo o ritmo da alma&lt;br /&gt;tendo como compasso apenas&lt;br /&gt;as loucas batidas do coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛 dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-2033268282723116893?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SW1lOtw9oCI/AAAAAAAABLg/cfv13pPjzik/s72-c/horizonte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-5656477641145939745</id><published>2009-01-13T02:13:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:09:51.198-02:00</updated><title type='text'>48. marcas do que se foi  -  canção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWwgY06inlI/AAAAAAAABLY/QbdN3STud_M/s1600-h/tunel+verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWwgY06inlI/AAAAAAAABLY/QbdN3STud_M/s320/tunel+verde.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290639273146621522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este ano &lt;br /&gt;eu quero paz no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;quem quiser ter um amigo &lt;br /&gt;que me dê a mão&lt;br /&gt;o tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;e com ele caminhamos &lt;br /&gt;todos juntos sem parar&lt;br /&gt;nossos passos &lt;br /&gt;no chão vão ficar&lt;br /&gt;marcas do que se foi&lt;br /&gt;sonhos que vamos ter&lt;br /&gt;como todo dia nasce&lt;br /&gt;novo em cada amanhecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ouvia na infância meus pais e tios &lt;br /&gt;cantarem na Praia do Pinhal-RS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-5656477641145939745?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5656477641145939745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=5656477641145939745' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-5923786105921973860</id><published>2009-01-13T00:15:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:09:11.409-02:00</updated><title type='text'>47. no escuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWv7mc6DdvI/AAAAAAAABLQ/lQ0A5DcjJbk/s1600-h/venda+nos+olhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWv7mc6DdvI/AAAAAAAABLQ/lQ0A5DcjJbk/s320/venda+nos+olhos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290598825290069746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no escuro em que vago sem saber&lt;br /&gt;o que me aguarda a cada passo&lt;br /&gt;sinto todas essas mudanças lentas&lt;br /&gt;e apenas tento me adaptar&lt;br /&gt;tateando às cegas ao redor&lt;br /&gt;sem perceber por onde ando&lt;br /&gt;mas sentindo o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;a inconstância do chão&lt;br /&gt;sob os meus pés descalços&lt;br /&gt;que até pensam em correr&lt;br /&gt;em direção ao desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;mas à beira do mesmo abismo&lt;br /&gt;jamais cogitam voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-5923786105921973860?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5923786105921973860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=5923786105921973860' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-4130707516295172318</id><published>2009-01-12T01:18:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:51:48.909-02:00</updated><title type='text'>46. anäis nin - quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWq9BGmJOjI/AAAAAAAABLI/71qfBGA48Nw/s1600-h/anais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWq9BGmJOjI/AAAAAAAABLI/71qfBGA48Nw/s400/anais.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290248538948188722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* love never dies a natural death. it dies because &lt;br /&gt;we don't know how to replenish it's source. &lt;br /&gt;it dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. &lt;br /&gt;it dies of illness and wounds; it dies of&lt;br /&gt;weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* if you do not breathe through writing, &lt;br /&gt;if you do not cry out in writing, &lt;br /&gt;or sing in writing, then don't write, &lt;br /&gt;because our culture has no use for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* age does not protect you from love. &lt;br /&gt;but love, to some extent, protects you from age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* and the day came when the risk to remain tight &lt;br /&gt;in a bud was more painful than the risk it took &lt;br /&gt;to blossom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* do not seek the because - &lt;br /&gt;in love there is no because, no reason, &lt;br /&gt;no explanation, no solutions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* each contact with a human being is so rare, &lt;br /&gt;so precious, one should preserve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* each friend represents a world in us, a world &lt;br /&gt;not born until they arrive, and it is only by &lt;br /&gt;this meeting that a new world is born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I postpone death by living, by suffering, &lt;br /&gt;by error, by risking, by giving, by losing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* life is a process of becoming, a combination &lt;br /&gt;of states we have to go through. where people &lt;br /&gt;fail is that they wish to elect a state and &lt;br /&gt;remain in it. this is a kind of death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* life is truly known only to those who suffer, &lt;br /&gt;lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat &lt;br /&gt;to defeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* there is not one big cosmic meaning for all, &lt;br /&gt;there is only the meaning we each give to our &lt;br /&gt;life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, &lt;br /&gt;like an individual novel, a book for each person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* truth is something which can't be told in a few &lt;br /&gt;words. those who simplify the universe only reduce &lt;br /&gt;the expansion of its meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by anäis nin)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-4130707516295172318?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4130707516295172318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=4130707516295172318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/4130707516295172318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/4130707516295172318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/44-anis-nin-quotes.html' title='46. anäis nin - quotes'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWq9BGmJOjI/AAAAAAAABLI/71qfBGA48Nw/s72-c/anais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-5952856744065354971</id><published>2009-01-11T22:25:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:50:32.586-02:00</updated><title type='text'>45. do not stand at my grave and weep</title><content type='html'>Do not stand at my grave and weep,&lt;br /&gt;I am not there, I do not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I am a thousand winds that blow,&lt;br /&gt;I am the softly falling snow.&lt;br /&gt;I am the gentle showers of rain,&lt;br /&gt;I am the fields of ripening grain.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the morning hush,&lt;br /&gt;I am in the graceful rush&lt;br /&gt;Of beautiful birds in circling flight.&lt;br /&gt;I am the starshine of the night.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the flowers that bloom,&lt;br /&gt;I am in a quiet room.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the birds that sing,&lt;br /&gt;I am in each lovely thing.&lt;br /&gt;Do not stand at my grave and cry,&lt;br /&gt;I am not there -- I do not die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mary elizabeth frye 1904-2004)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-5952856744065354971?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5952856744065354971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-5492174282517439251</id><published>2009-01-11T02:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:38:43.976-02:00</updated><title type='text'>44. meu anjo, meu anjo...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWl3Dg5ZIwI/AAAAAAAABK4/u_Ok9iGQtig/s1600-h/Klimt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWl3Dg5ZIwI/AAAAAAAABK4/u_Ok9iGQtig/s400/Klimt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289890139577328386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que saudades do teu riso cristalino&lt;br /&gt;ecoando em meus ouvidos como cascata&lt;br /&gt;em notas alegres da tua pureza infantil&lt;br /&gt;da luz radiante desses teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;que eu quis tanto conhecer um dia&lt;br /&gt;foram gerados dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;e agora são tão amigos meus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amo teu coração, meu filho&lt;br /&gt;amo o som da tua voz&lt;br /&gt;amo o privilégio de poder&lt;br /&gt;te ver crescer todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;descobrir o mundo comigo&lt;br /&gt;sinto saudades de te ver&lt;br /&gt;do carinho doce que me espera&lt;br /&gt;no teu braço ao adormecer&lt;br /&gt;do som do teu respirar&lt;br /&gt;dos sonhos que partilhamos&lt;br /&gt;das brincadeiras e dos passeios&lt;br /&gt;da felicidade de ser tua mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-5492174282517439251?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWl3Dg5ZIwI/AAAAAAAABK4/u_Ok9iGQtig/s72-c/Klimt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-3105126156024733800</id><published>2009-01-11T02:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:21:20.041-02:00</updated><title type='text'>43.  the kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWlzo5oUr1I/AAAAAAAABKw/k80KJ2pjVQE/s1600-h/the+kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWlzo5oUr1I/AAAAAAAABKw/k80KJ2pjVQE/s200/the+kiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289886383825268562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picture: gustav klimt 'the kiss' 1908)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can something so sweet as a kiss&lt;br /&gt;haunt my soul like a forever lost ghost? &lt;br /&gt;always around on mind, always inside me&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to do about your spell&lt;br /&gt;for the words you once spoke in my ears&lt;br /&gt;will be always on my lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;like a burden of this disgraced love&lt;br /&gt;for the times i thought i was free&lt;br /&gt;were the times i suddenly discoved &lt;br /&gt;i was most taken by remembering you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛 dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-3105126156024733800?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWlzo5oUr1I/AAAAAAAABKw/k80KJ2pjVQE/s72-c/the+kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-3646268620514969202</id><published>2009-01-11T01:03:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:37:04.896-02:00</updated><title type='text'>42. nas tuas rotas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWlojEULUzI/AAAAAAAABKo/pSYPqOw1KBw/s1600-h/caminho+olhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWlojEULUzI/AAAAAAAABKo/pSYPqOw1KBw/s200/caminho+olhos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289874188986438450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fazendo e desfazendo as tuas rotas&lt;br /&gt;os caminhos que me conduziram a ti&lt;br /&gt;que me guiaram pelo teu labirinto&lt;br /&gt;de loucas emoções veladas&lt;br /&gt;de lindas palavras não-ditas&lt;br /&gt;de tantas dores sublimadas&lt;br /&gt;retomando as vias que há muito perdi&lt;br /&gt;em vão tentando não sucumbir&lt;br /&gt;nos perigos a cada curva&lt;br /&gt;nos riscos a cada desfiladeiro&lt;br /&gt;vagando nesse emaranhado de decisões&lt;br /&gt;que no final só a mim couberam&lt;br /&gt;e que tanto me mortificaram&lt;br /&gt;sinto com a certeza das rochas&lt;br /&gt;o que a cada minuto me aproxima&lt;br /&gt;ao mesmo tempo que me afasta&lt;br /&gt;o que sempre me põe em movimento &lt;br /&gt;ao mesmo tempo que me paralisa&lt;br /&gt;sob essa chuva fina de verão&lt;br /&gt;que molha meu rosto frio&lt;br /&gt;e dissolve a antiga amargura&lt;br /&gt;das minhas lágrimas já secas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by  愛 dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWi2fZ5cpaI/AAAAAAAABKg/RlKAnypyidg/s200/hippie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289678412990686626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caminhando e cantando e seguindo a canção&lt;br /&gt;somos todos iguais braços dados ou não&lt;br /&gt;nas escolas, nas ruas, campos, construções&lt;br /&gt;caminhando e cantado e seguindo a canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vem, vamos embora que esperar não é saber&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe faz a hora, não espera acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelos campos a fome em grandes plantações&lt;br /&gt;pelas ruas marchando indecisos cordões&lt;br /&gt;ainda fazem da flor seu mais forte refrão&lt;br /&gt;e acreditam nas flores vencendo o canhão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vem, vamos embora que esperar não é saber&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe faz a hora, não espera acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há soldados armados, amados ou não&lt;br /&gt;quase todos perdidos de armas na mão&lt;br /&gt;nos quartéis lhes ensinam uma antiga lição:&lt;br /&gt;de morrer pela pátria e viver sem razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vem, vamos embora que esperar não é saber&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe faz a hora, não espera acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nas escolas, nas ruas, campos, construções&lt;br /&gt;somos todos soldados, armados ou não&lt;br /&gt;caminhando e cantando e seguindo a canção&lt;br /&gt;somos todos iguais, braços dados ou não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os amores na mente, as flores no chão&lt;br /&gt;a certeza na frente, a história na mão&lt;br /&gt;caminhando e cantando e seguindo a canção&lt;br /&gt;aprendendo e ensinando uma nova lição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vem, vamos embora que esperar não é saber&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe faz a hora, não espera acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by geraldo vandré)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-9177764197019115331?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/9177764197019115331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=9177764197019115331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/9177764197019115331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/9177764197019115331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/41-pr-no-dizer-que-no-falei-de-flores.html' title='41. pra não dizer que não falei de flores'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWi2fZ5cpaI/AAAAAAAABKg/RlKAnypyidg/s72-c/hippie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-1575193243271441173</id><published>2009-01-10T11:35:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:55:52.847-02:00</updated><title type='text'>40. a impossibilidade e a bússola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWioOjoz9qI/AAAAAAAABKQ/PmSJeGjwaDY/s1600-h/B%C3%BAssola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWioOjoz9qI/AAAAAAAABKQ/PmSJeGjwaDY/s200/B%C3%BAssola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289662730384701090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não poder nunca mais te ter &lt;br /&gt;e sentir no peito esse querer&lt;br /&gt;me faz sentir sempre tão só&lt;br /&gt;aprisionada num desejo inútil&lt;br /&gt;solta num mar de dúvidas&lt;br /&gt;numa bruma de emoções&lt;br /&gt;onde perdi minha bússola&lt;br /&gt;e se fez em mim frágil&lt;br /&gt;a certeza que poder ir adiante&lt;br /&gt;se é assim impossível,&lt;br /&gt;como pode ser tão forte?&lt;br /&gt;e tantos suspiros vãos&lt;br /&gt;destinados ao vento...&lt;br /&gt;e tantos desejos feridos&lt;br /&gt;entregues ao vazio...&lt;br /&gt;esperar por algo assim&lt;br /&gt;que nunca poderá ser&lt;br /&gt;e querer como amante&lt;br /&gt;quem que ama como irmão&lt;br /&gt;me faz querer acreditar&lt;br /&gt;no poder milagroso da cura&lt;br /&gt;retomar os pontos cardeais&lt;br /&gt;e um dia poder alçar vôo&lt;br /&gt;deixando para trás a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-1575193243271441173?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1575193243271441173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=1575193243271441173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/1575193243271441173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/1575193243271441173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/40-impossibilidade-e-bssola.html' title='40. a impossibilidade e a bússola'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWioOjoz9qI/AAAAAAAABKQ/PmSJeGjwaDY/s72-c/B%C3%BAssola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-8305379734935985044</id><published>2009-01-10T02:33:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:46:32.756-02:00</updated><title type='text'>39. if i fell - beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWgnZuiopYI/AAAAAAAABKA/RmyRC-0NRc8/s1600-h/the-beatles1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWgnZuiopYI/AAAAAAAABKA/RmyRC-0NRc8/s320/the-beatles1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289521085290161538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;would you promise to be true&lt;br /&gt;and help me understand&lt;br /&gt;'cause Ive been in love before&lt;br /&gt;and i found that love was more&lt;br /&gt;than just holding hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i give my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;i must be sure&lt;br /&gt;from the very start&lt;br /&gt;that you would &lt;br /&gt;love me more than her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i trust in you oh please&lt;br /&gt;don't run and hide&lt;br /&gt;if i love you too oh please&lt;br /&gt;don't hurt my pride like her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause i couldnt stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;and i would be sad &lt;br /&gt;if our new love was in vain&lt;br /&gt;so i hope you see that i&lt;br /&gt;would love to love you&lt;br /&gt;and that she will cry&lt;br /&gt;when she learns we are two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i fell in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by lennon &amp; mccartney)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-8305379734935985044?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8305379734935985044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=8305379734935985044' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-6612442790656053665</id><published>2009-01-09T01:39:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:53:09.035-02:00</updated><title type='text'>38. amor ao vento</title><content type='html'>bendito seja o vento&lt;br /&gt;que me desmancha os cabelos&lt;br /&gt;me acaricia no rosto com força&lt;br /&gt;leva a fumaça dos cigarros &lt;br /&gt;e a tensão dos meus músculos&lt;br /&gt;bendito seja o vento&lt;br /&gt;que me faz sentir tão leve&lt;br /&gt;que me descarrega a energia&lt;br /&gt;que me purifica o coração&lt;br /&gt;a ventania trará a chuva&lt;br /&gt;que desfará a tensão&lt;br /&gt;que molhará minhas roupas &lt;br /&gt;me inundando de paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by dani weber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-6612442790656053665?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-7779280531060367728</id><published>2009-01-09T01:29:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:35:39.057-02:00</updated><title type='text'>37. rumo ao novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWbF9rtLDdI/AAAAAAAABJ4/I16ioItWcIc/s1600-h/caneta_tinteiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWbF9rtLDdI/AAAAAAAABJ4/I16ioItWcIc/s200/caneta_tinteiro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289132475888111058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;começo de um novo ano&lt;br /&gt;tantas páginas ainda em branco&lt;br /&gt;novos dias a se viver&lt;br /&gt;e a cada um deles novos desafios&lt;br /&gt;poemas e análises&lt;br /&gt;referências a registrar&lt;br /&gt;tudo que nos leva ao novo&lt;br /&gt;à reflexão sobre o que passou&lt;br /&gt;e à aceitação do que está por vir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-7779280531060367728?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7779280531060367728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=7779280531060367728' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7779280531060367728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7779280531060367728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/37-rumo-ao-novo.html' title='37. rumo ao novo'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWbF9rtLDdI/AAAAAAAABJ4/I16ioItWcIc/s72-c/caneta_tinteiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-8770479744843377518</id><published>2009-01-09T01:15:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:27:14.859-02:00</updated><title type='text'>36. paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWbEC6sfl2I/AAAAAAAABJw/PBthIb_Apfg/s1600-h/rosa+pb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWbEC6sfl2I/AAAAAAAABJw/PBthIb_Apfg/s200/rosa+pb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289130366787884898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a incerteza e sua angústia&lt;br /&gt;se uniram na certeza da mudança&lt;br /&gt;e a dor resultante da travessia&lt;br /&gt;deu forças capazes de assimilar&lt;br /&gt;o maior de todos os medos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esse medo trouxe consigo&lt;br /&gt;a aceitação do sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;dor essa que fez o coração&lt;br /&gt;finalmente se expandir&lt;br /&gt;fortalecendo os vínculos,&lt;br /&gt;renovando muitos elos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje sinto uma intensa paz&lt;br /&gt;uma verdadeira maturidade&lt;br /&gt;uma estação de traquilidade&lt;br /&gt;sensação quase religiosa&lt;br /&gt;conexão com o todo, epifania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-8770479744843377518?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8770479744843377518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=8770479744843377518' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/8770479744843377518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/8770479744843377518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/36-paz.html' title='36. paz'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWbEC6sfl2I/AAAAAAAABJw/PBthIb_Apfg/s72-c/rosa+pb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-3913937943147133889</id><published>2009-01-08T11:51:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:00:49.010-02:00</updated><title type='text'>35. clarice lispector - trechos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWYMucRIZ4I/AAAAAAAABJo/doIZ4a0z-fQ/s1600-h/clarice-lispector.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWYMucRIZ4I/AAAAAAAABJo/doIZ4a0z-fQ/s200/clarice-lispector.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288928804394788738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. "o coração tem que se apresentar &lt;br /&gt;diante do Nada sozinho &lt;br /&gt;e sozinho bater em silêncio &lt;br /&gt;de uma taquicardia nas trevas.&lt;br /&gt;só se sente nos ouvidos o próprio coração. &lt;br /&gt;quando este se apresenta todo nú, &lt;br /&gt;nem é comunicação, é submissão. &lt;br /&gt;pois nós não fomos feitos senão&lt;br /&gt;para o pequeno silêncio, &lt;br /&gt;não para o silêncio astral."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. "porque eu fazia do amor &lt;br /&gt;um cálculo matemático errado: &lt;br /&gt;pensava que, somando as compreensões, eu amava. &lt;br /&gt;não sabia que, somando as incompreensões &lt;br /&gt;é que se ama verdadeiramente. &lt;br /&gt;porque eu, só por ter tido carinho, &lt;br /&gt;pensei que amar é fácil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III. "um coração insensato, que comanda o racional &lt;br /&gt;sendo louco o suficiente para se apaixonar. &lt;br /&gt;um furioso suicida que vive procurando relações &lt;br /&gt;e emoções verdadeiras, um velho coração &lt;br /&gt;que convence seu usuário &lt;br /&gt;a publicar segredos e a ter &lt;br /&gt;a petulância de se aventurar como poeta." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV. "estou a um quase passo de admitir &lt;br /&gt;que a vida que levo é um pretexto &lt;br /&gt;para ofuscar a vida que não gostaria de ter. &lt;br /&gt;vida como desculpa por existir. &lt;br /&gt;e o incrível é que eu não dou o passo. &lt;br /&gt;fico tão imóvel que estar parada &lt;br /&gt;é o meu maior movimento. o mais violento. &lt;br /&gt;e não consigo sair exatamente daquele lugar &lt;br /&gt;onde todas as sensações ocorrem, &lt;br /&gt;justamente por estar tão grudada em mim &lt;br /&gt;é onde mais dói: na pele. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. "não pense que a pessoa tem tanta força &lt;br /&gt;assim a ponto de levar &lt;br /&gt;qualquer espécie de vida e continuar a mesma. &lt;br /&gt;até cortar os defeitos pode ser perigoso - &lt;br /&gt;nunca se sabe qual o defeito &lt;br /&gt;que sustenta nosso edifício inteiro... &lt;br /&gt;do momento em que me resignei, &lt;br /&gt;perdi toda a vivacidade &lt;br /&gt;e todo interesse pelas coisas. &lt;br /&gt;você já viu como um touro castrado &lt;br /&gt;se transforma em boi. &lt;br /&gt;ouça: respeite mesmo o que é ruim em você - &lt;br /&gt;respeite sobretudo o que imagina que é ruim em você &lt;br /&gt;não copie uma pessoa ideal, copie você mesma - &lt;br /&gt;é esse seu único meio de viver. &lt;br /&gt;juro por Deus que, se houvesse um céu, &lt;br /&gt;uma pessoa que se sacrificou por covardia &lt;br /&gt;ia ser punida e iria para &lt;br /&gt;um inferno qualquer. &lt;br /&gt;se é que uma vida morna &lt;br /&gt;não é ser punida por essa mesma mornidão."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by clarice lispector)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-3913937943147133889?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3913937943147133889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=3913937943147133889' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/3913937943147133889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/3913937943147133889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-corao-tem-que-se-apresentar-diante-do.html' title='35. clarice lispector - trechos'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWYMucRIZ4I/AAAAAAAABJo/doIZ4a0z-fQ/s72-c/clarice-lispector.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-3625660506368615397</id><published>2009-01-08T00:10:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:51:31.638-02:00</updated><title type='text'>34. nos poços - caio f. abreu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWVjNumK4yI/AAAAAAAABJg/OPP2KBcBhA4/s1600-h/caio+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWVjNumK4yI/AAAAAAAABJg/OPP2KBcBhA4/s200/caio+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288742424914092834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"primeiro você cai num poço. &lt;br /&gt;mas não é ruim cair num poço &lt;br /&gt;assim de repente? &lt;br /&gt;no começo é. &lt;br /&gt;mas você logo começa a curtir &lt;br /&gt;as pedras do poço. &lt;br /&gt;o limo do poço. &lt;br /&gt;a umidade do poço.&lt;br /&gt;a água do poço. &lt;br /&gt;a terra do poço. &lt;br /&gt;o cheiro do poço. &lt;br /&gt;o poço do poço. &lt;br /&gt;mas não é ruim a gente ir entrando &lt;br /&gt;nos poços dos poços sem fim? &lt;br /&gt;a gente não sente medo? &lt;br /&gt;a gente sente um pouco de medo mas não dói. &lt;br /&gt;a gente não morre? &lt;br /&gt;a gente morre um pouco em cada poço. &lt;br /&gt;e não dói? &lt;br /&gt;morrer não dói. &lt;br /&gt;morrer é entrar noutra. &lt;br /&gt;e depois: no fundo do poço do poço do &lt;br /&gt;poço do poço você vai descobrir quê."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by caio f. abreu em 'o ovo apunhalado')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-3625660506368615397?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3625660506368615397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=3625660506368615397' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/3625660506368615397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/3625660506368615397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/nos-poos-caio-f-abreu.html' title='34. nos poços - caio f. abreu'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWVjNumK4yI/AAAAAAAABJg/OPP2KBcBhA4/s72-c/caio+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-4134244549632179604</id><published>2009-01-07T23:38:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:04:16.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'>33. william blake - poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWVe9RDR38I/AAAAAAAABJY/mTrezBYIbBs/s1600-h/william+blake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWVe9RDR38I/AAAAAAAABJY/mTrezBYIbBs/s200/william+blake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288737744058703810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to see a world in a grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;and a heaven in a wild flower&lt;br /&gt;hold infinity in the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;and eternity in an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the sun and moon should doubt&lt;br /&gt;they'd immediately go out&lt;br /&gt;to be in a passion you good may do&lt;br /&gt;but no good if a passion is in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night and every morn&lt;br /&gt;some to misery are born&lt;br /&gt;every morn and every night&lt;br /&gt;some are born to sweet delight&lt;br /&gt;some are born to sweet delight&lt;br /&gt;some are born to endless night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are led to believe a lie&lt;br /&gt;when we see not through the eye&lt;br /&gt;which was born in a night to perish in a night&lt;br /&gt;when the soul slept in beams of light&lt;br /&gt;god appears, and God is light&lt;br /&gt;to those poor souls who dwell in night&lt;br /&gt;but does a human form display&lt;br /&gt;to those who dwell in realms of day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by william blake - auguries of innocence)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-4134244549632179604?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4134244549632179604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=4134244549632179604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/4134244549632179604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/4134244549632179604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/william-blake-poesia.html' title='33. william blake - poesia'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWVe9RDR38I/AAAAAAAABJY/mTrezBYIbBs/s72-c/william+blake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-7228295096751853907</id><published>2009-01-07T08:57:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:23:24.667-02:00</updated><title type='text'>32. taken, just taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWSQCAXnODI/AAAAAAAABJI/kL141FkXeLs/s1600-h/waters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWSQCAXnODI/AAAAAAAABJI/kL141FkXeLs/s320/waters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288510226572982322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel taken&lt;br /&gt;taken at the flood&lt;br /&gt;like a prey in a cage&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for the end&lt;br /&gt;and now i find the despair &lt;br /&gt;as my forces perish away&lt;br /&gt;and all my hopes go astray&lt;br /&gt;trying to calm this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;to accept the unpredictible fate&lt;br /&gt;but whenever the darkness find me&lt;br /&gt;i think of all the love we shared&lt;br /&gt;on those distant days lost forever&lt;br /&gt;when the flood which took me&lt;br /&gt;just made me converge to you&lt;br /&gt;when although i felt taken by you&lt;br /&gt;i knew you felt taken by me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛　by dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-7228295096751853907?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7228295096751853907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=7228295096751853907' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7228295096751853907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7228295096751853907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/taken-just-taken.html' title='32. taken, just taken'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWSQCAXnODI/AAAAAAAABJI/kL141FkXeLs/s72-c/waters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-6344687600989416968</id><published>2009-01-05T12:20:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:39:43.340-02:00</updated><title type='text'>31. até o fim　='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWIZLnEj0yI/AAAAAAAABIY/HO5SRoUFCGQ/s1600-h/jealousy_litho_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWIZLnEj0yI/AAAAAAAABIY/HO5SRoUFCGQ/s400/jealousy_litho_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287816599743746850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;picture: edvard munch: the frieze of life, 1896&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já te esqueci&lt;br /&gt;não penso mais em ti&lt;br /&gt;não me imagino mais contigo&lt;br /&gt;sei que não pode ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já te esqueci&lt;br /&gt;virei tuas páginas&lt;br /&gt;procuro novas canções&lt;br /&gt;não penso mais em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora já superei&lt;br /&gt;a cor única do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;o tom profundo da tua voz&lt;br /&gt;o calor sutil dos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já te esqueci&lt;br /&gt;não penso mais em ti em ti&lt;br /&gt;e não mais imagino um dia te ver&lt;br /&gt;vindo correndo em minha direção&lt;br /&gt;falando da vida, falando da dor&lt;br /&gt;tantas sinceras palavras de amor&lt;br /&gt;desvelando assim num instante&lt;br /&gt;os segredos da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;os mistérios do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que nunca antes entendi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já te esqueci&lt;br /&gt;sei que não pode ser&lt;br /&gt;não penso mais em ti em ti&lt;br /&gt;já te esqueci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas é mentira, é mentira&lt;br /&gt;daqui não mais posso voltar&lt;br /&gt;e vou andar para sempre só&lt;br /&gt;vou pensar em ti em ti em ti&lt;br /&gt;sempre e até o fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...don't worry all things must pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-6344687600989416968?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6344687600989416968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=6344687600989416968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/6344687600989416968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/6344687600989416968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/31-at-o-fim.html' title='31. até o fim　=&apos;('/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWIZLnEj0yI/AAAAAAAABIY/HO5SRoUFCGQ/s72-c/jealousy_litho_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-5218471175949866178</id><published>2009-01-05T03:44:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:17:44.239-02:00</updated><title type='text'>30. maremoto ... ='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWIMrcWtwnI/AAAAAAAABII/XDN7LIC_5v4/s1600-h/olhos+tiago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWIMrcWtwnI/AAAAAAAABII/XDN7LIC_5v4/s400/olhos+tiago.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287802852971758194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o fim agonizante&lt;br /&gt;de vínculos que　uma vez&lt;br /&gt;nos pareceram&lt;br /&gt;profundos e significativos&lt;br /&gt;corrói o coração como&lt;br /&gt;a água do mar &lt;br /&gt;desgastando&lt;br /&gt;rochas e estáveis &lt;br /&gt;mas perecíveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;machuca tão gravemente&lt;br /&gt;que se tem a impressão&lt;br /&gt;de parada cardíaca,&lt;br /&gt;de torpor e de caos&lt;br /&gt;maremoto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber　愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-5218471175949866178?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5218471175949866178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=5218471175949866178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/5218471175949866178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/5218471175949866178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/maremoto.html' title='30. maremoto ... =&apos;('/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWIMrcWtwnI/AAAAAAAABII/XDN7LIC_5v4/s72-c/olhos+tiago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-3025243188726914960</id><published>2009-01-04T03:59:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:04:30.787-02:00</updated><title type='text'>29. oh o amor...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWBQT7tpivI/AAAAAAAABH4/mEiiLgwYUXk/s1600-h/ATcAAABq50dAFVOuiF05AabavobnnsBo3ZziEfjH_TL2nKGcsqio5lJn5MsG7pSmIJvLK4o1aM7JRcd9qGpuoiArsbenAJtU9VBZEyTtNL9vLaMvejLSo4JSXSgU7g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWBQT7tpivI/AAAAAAAABH4/mEiiLgwYUXk/s400/ATcAAABq50dAFVOuiF05AabavobnnsBo3ZziEfjH_TL2nKGcsqio5lJn5MsG7pSmIJvLK4o1aM7JRcd9qGpuoiArsbenAJtU9VBZEyTtNL9vLaMvejLSo4JSXSgU7g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287314265909857010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e não é bem assim? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-3025243188726914960?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3025243188726914960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=3025243188726914960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/3025243188726914960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/3025243188726914960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/29-amor-impossvel.html' title='29. oh o amor...!'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SWBQT7tpivI/AAAAAAAABH4/mEiiLgwYUXk/s72-c/ATcAAABq50dAFVOuiF05AabavobnnsBo3ZziEfjH_TL2nKGcsqio5lJn5MsG7pSmIJvLK4o1aM7JRcd9qGpuoiArsbenAJtU9VBZEyTtNL9vLaMvejLSo4JSXSgU7g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-7605959186087077475</id><published>2009-01-03T21:20:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:50:26.669-02:00</updated><title type='text'>28. libra  2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV_2rt4b1wI/AAAAAAAABHw/nHN3xpYcgIo/s1600-h/roda.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV_2rt4b1wI/AAAAAAAABHw/nHN3xpYcgIo/s200/roda.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287215718467360514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009, relationships become very exciting &lt;br /&gt;when you share new adventures, dreams and &lt;br /&gt;hopes with people. As you focus on your desire &lt;br /&gt;to create balance and harmony in the world, &lt;br /&gt;your personal life will reflect that energy as &lt;br /&gt;well -- and invite change to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you continue to trust your spirit, you will &lt;br /&gt;receive the love you want. Balance and integrity &lt;br /&gt;become the most important assets to you as you &lt;br /&gt;harmonize your thoughts with your emotions. &lt;br /&gt;Express your deepest needs, and you will be &lt;br /&gt;more relaxed about sharing the beauty you feel &lt;br /&gt;inside. In realizing the changes within your &lt;br /&gt;consciousness, your relationships strengthen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel quite energized with new information, &lt;br /&gt;and easily share your insights with your partner, &lt;br /&gt;friends and family. The atmosphere in your home &lt;br /&gt;environment is harmonious, and this energy &lt;br /&gt;manifests in all other areas of your life as well. &lt;br /&gt;You have a renewed sense of security and inner &lt;br /&gt;peace in all your relationships, as you realize &lt;br /&gt;that you have the power to create the life you &lt;br /&gt;desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-7605959186087077475?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7605959186087077475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=7605959186087077475' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7605959186087077475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7605959186087077475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/28-libra-2009.html' title='28. libra  2009'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV_2rt4b1wI/AAAAAAAABHw/nHN3xpYcgIo/s72-c/roda.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-5732092845890461597</id><published>2009-01-02T12:56:00.015-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:07:28.896-02:00</updated><title type='text'>27. my  'casablanca complex'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV5DBXhuFuI/AAAAAAAABHQ/NGxMgjmhydU/s1600-h/casablanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV5DBXhuFuI/AAAAAAAABHQ/NGxMgjmhydU/s200/casablanca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286736703353919202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desde sempre minha postura amorosa tem sido&lt;br /&gt;influenciada pela sombra de Rick Blaine, o&lt;br /&gt;sofrido protagonista de 'Casablanca', vivido &lt;br /&gt;por um charmoso e impagável Humphrey Bogart.&lt;br /&gt;ardendo de amor pela gélida Ilsa Lund, ele&lt;br /&gt;opta por perdê-la para sempre ao sentir seu &lt;br /&gt;amor pelo marido, perseguido pelo nazismo. &lt;br /&gt;não medindo esforços nem consequências, ele &lt;br /&gt;salva o casal heroicamente, encerrando sua &lt;br /&gt;chance de felicidade e enfrentando sozinho o &lt;br /&gt;desterro, tendo por único consolo a lembrança&lt;br /&gt;da felicidade passada e a certeza da dignidade &lt;br /&gt;de sua atitude em relação ao amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enfim... o mundo gira, amores se perdem, elos se&lt;br /&gt;dissolvem, mas a questão se mantém e me persegue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"COMO VOU ME LIVRAR DESSE PERSONAGEM?&lt;br /&gt;VOU ALGUM DIA CONSEGUIR LUTAR POR ALGO&lt;br /&gt;QUE PODERIA REALMENTE ME FAZER FELIZ, &lt;br /&gt;AO INVÉS DESSE LOUCO ABRIR-MÃO EM FAVOR&lt;br /&gt;DA ELEGÂNCIA E DO SAVOIR-FAIRE???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que sei é que essa cena do filme de 1942, &lt;br /&gt;as nuvens de fumaça, aquele cinzeiro cheio de &lt;br /&gt;pontas de cigarros, o olhar distante e tanto &lt;br /&gt;amor desperdiçado, a elegante melancolia, a &lt;br /&gt;resignação e o desapego do personagem me tocam o &lt;br /&gt;coração desde meus doze anos, quando senti o &lt;br /&gt;impacto da saga de Rick Blaine pela primeira vez, &lt;br /&gt;na companhia da vó Nair, aceitando cada detalhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunca me ocorreu perguntar à minha didática avó &lt;br /&gt;os motivos da postura de Rick ou a validade de &lt;br /&gt;sua decisão. me pareceu desde o início inútil&lt;br /&gt;expor um amor inadequado às circustâncias, ainda&lt;br /&gt;que tal sinceridade pudesse levar à concretização.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vinte anos depois, só me resta erguer um brinde: &lt;br /&gt;'here's to looking at you kid' e pedir naquele &lt;br /&gt;tom solene　de Rick: 'just play it again, Sam...!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS TIME GOES BY &lt;br /&gt;"you must remember this&lt;br /&gt;a kiss is still a kiss&lt;br /&gt;a sigh is just a sigh&lt;br /&gt;the fundamental things apply&lt;br /&gt;as time goes by...&lt;br /&gt;and when two lovers woo&lt;br /&gt;they still say 'I love you'&lt;br /&gt;on that you can rely&lt;br /&gt;no matter what the future brings&lt;br /&gt;as time goes by...&lt;br /&gt;moonlight and love songs&lt;br /&gt;never out of date&lt;br /&gt;hearts full of passion&lt;br /&gt;jealousy and hate&lt;br /&gt;woman needs man&lt;br /&gt;and man must have his mate&lt;br /&gt;that no one can deny&lt;br /&gt;it's still the same old story&lt;br /&gt;a fight for love and glory&lt;br /&gt;a case of do or die&lt;br /&gt;the world will always welcome lovers&lt;br /&gt;as time goes by..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... tudo o mais que pode ser dito com uma&lt;br /&gt;sinceridade que Rick jamais se permitiria, &lt;br /&gt;seria: 'boy, it certainly hurts...' =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-5732092845890461597?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5732092845890461597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=5732092845890461597' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/5732092845890461597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/5732092845890461597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-my-crazy-casablanca-complex.html' title='27. my  &apos;casablanca complex&apos;'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV5DBXhuFuI/AAAAAAAABHQ/NGxMgjmhydU/s72-c/casablanca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-2909937465811573587</id><published>2009-01-02T12:37:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:06:49.583-02:00</updated><title type='text'>26. revéillon zen  (itapoã )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV4nrHuFh9I/AAAAAAAABHI/ASJOr4j-mts/s1600-h/p%C3%A9s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV4nrHuFh9I/AAAAAAAABHI/ASJOr4j-mts/s200/p%C3%A9s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286706634339747794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;longe dos fios e das conexões&lt;br /&gt;solta em meio à natureza&lt;br /&gt;livre da procura de respostas&lt;br /&gt;e da necessidade de perguntas&lt;br /&gt;mas conectada ao mundo ao redor&lt;br /&gt;água pura, céu claro,&lt;br /&gt;verde inexplorado&lt;br /&gt;equilíbrio dos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;sintonia de corpo e mente&lt;br /&gt;sem nenhuma ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;para brindar, em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;a chegada do novo ciclo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber　愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-2909937465811573587?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV4nrHuFh9I/AAAAAAAABHI/ASJOr4j-mts/s72-c/p%C3%A9s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-2415073773174325185</id><published>2009-01-02T12:31:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:19:37.741-02:00</updated><title type='text'>25. ♫  within you  ♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV4mjDc2grI/AAAAAAAABHA/RymUoykRvwY/s1600-h/bowie+sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV4mjDc2grI/AAAAAAAABHA/RymUoykRvwY/s200/bowie+sepia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286705396243137202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ how you turned my world,&lt;br /&gt;you precious thing ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you starved and near exhausted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything I've done ♫&lt;br /&gt;♪ I've done for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move no stars for no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ you've run so long&lt;br /&gt;you've run so far ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ your eyes can be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;just as I can be so cruel&lt;br /&gt;though I do believe in you&lt;br /&gt;yes I do ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ live without the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;live without your heartbeat ♫&lt;br /&gt;I, I can't live within you&lt;br /&gt;I can't live within you... ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(david bowie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-2415073773174325185?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV4mjDc2grI/AAAAAAAABHA/RymUoykRvwY/s72-c/bowie+sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-7987486436596152650</id><published>2008-12-31T15:18:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:04:52.543-02:00</updated><title type='text'>24. esperança - mario quintana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV593tQN5pI/AAAAAAAABHg/BNW_hTFfFus/s1600-h/Loucura.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV593tQN5pI/AAAAAAAABHg/BNW_hTFfFus/s200/Loucura.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286801408573433490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lá bem no alto &lt;br /&gt;do décimo segundo andar do ano&lt;br /&gt;vive uma louca chamada Esperança&lt;br /&gt;e ela pensa que quando &lt;br /&gt;todas as sirenas&lt;br /&gt;todas as buzinas&lt;br /&gt;todos os reco-recos tocarem&lt;br /&gt;atira-se e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— 'ó delicioso vôo!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela será encontrada &lt;br /&gt;miraculosamente incólume na calçada,&lt;br /&gt;outra vez criança...&lt;br /&gt;e em torno dela indagará o povo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— 'como é teu nome, &lt;br /&gt;meninazinha de olhos verdes?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ela lhes dirá&lt;br /&gt;(é preciso dizer-lhes tudo de novo!)&lt;br /&gt;ela lhes dirá bem devagarinho, &lt;br /&gt;para que não esqueçam:&lt;br /&gt;— o meu nome é ES-PE-RAN-ÇA..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by mario quintana)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV593tQN5pI/AAAAAAAABHg/BNW_hTFfFus/s72-c/Loucura.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-8563965926178697796</id><published>2008-12-31T14:32:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:04:30.676-02:00</updated><title type='text'>23. ♫  come to me ♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVuggVOxzfI/AAAAAAAABG4/AR0Nvhkm2k8/s1600-h/butterfly+det.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVuggVOxzfI/AAAAAAAABG4/AR0Nvhkm2k8/s200/butterfly+det.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285995064964795890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to me ♫&lt;br /&gt;i'll take care of you&lt;br /&gt;♪ protect you&lt;br /&gt;calm, calm down&lt;br /&gt;you're exhausted&lt;br /&gt;come lie down&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to explain ♪&lt;br /&gt;i understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ you know&lt;br /&gt;that i adore you&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;that i love you&lt;br /&gt;♪ so don't make me say it&lt;br /&gt;it would burst the bubble&lt;br /&gt;break the charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ jump off&lt;br /&gt;your building's on fire&lt;br /&gt;i'll catch you&lt;br /&gt;destroy all that is&lt;br /&gt;keeping you down ♫&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll nurse you&lt;br /&gt;i'll nurse you ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫ come to me&lt;br /&gt;i'll take care of you&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to explain&lt;br /&gt;i understand. ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(björk)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-8563965926178697796?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8563965926178697796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=8563965926178697796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/8563965926178697796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/8563965926178697796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/come-to-me-bjrk.html' title='23. ♫  come to me ♪'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVuggVOxzfI/AAAAAAAABG4/AR0Nvhkm2k8/s72-c/butterfly+det.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-2790779755083668572</id><published>2008-12-31T10:04:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:03:55.428-02:00</updated><title type='text'>22. 2009 afinal...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVtj9_4yDDI/AAAAAAAABGw/n9YRGHtzywg/s1600-h/ano+novo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVtj9_4yDDI/AAAAAAAABGw/n9YRGHtzywg/s200/ano+novo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285928504422173746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sim, nós vamos em frente&lt;br /&gt;ainda que estejamos à deriva&lt;br /&gt;nossa meta é navegar sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;sempre em direção ao põr-do-sol&lt;br /&gt;e antes de chegarmos ao destino&lt;br /&gt;há muito ainda que fazer:&lt;br /&gt;juntar todas nossas intenções&lt;br /&gt;temperar com tantas incertezas&lt;br /&gt;misturar tudo com aqueles sonhos &lt;br /&gt;vagos e ainda não concretizados&lt;br /&gt;que o mundo nos ensinou a sufocar&lt;br /&gt;dentro do peito, em noites de luar&lt;br /&gt;acrecentar amigos, poucos e bons&lt;br /&gt;- há que se escolher os reagentes&lt;br /&gt;para favorecer o sabor resultante -&lt;br /&gt;dar vazão aos mais íntimos demônios&lt;br /&gt;contemplar cada um deles&lt;br /&gt;de perto e cuidadosamente&lt;br /&gt;para extrair de cada um &lt;br /&gt;o raro elixir da cura&lt;br /&gt;através da aceitação&lt;br /&gt;relembrar o passado recente&lt;br /&gt;aceitar o que nunca existiu&lt;br /&gt;e enfim, vamos em frente&lt;br /&gt;contabilizando lágrimas e sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;abrindo nosso coração ao novo&lt;br /&gt;que virá, sempre virá&lt;br /&gt;pois essa vida nos ensina&lt;br /&gt;que se nada é permanente,&lt;br /&gt;nenhuma dor que nos alcance&lt;br /&gt;será eterna, ou tão intensa &lt;br /&gt;que nos impeça de suspirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-2790779755083668572?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVtj9_4yDDI/AAAAAAAABGw/n9YRGHtzywg/s72-c/ano+novo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-3070791353312124331</id><published>2008-12-31T00:42:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:03:21.754-02:00</updated><title type='text'>21. sweet sir galahad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVrdK2GxUqI/AAAAAAAABGo/YrC2Nh-zFII/s1600-h/sir+galahad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVrdK2GxUqI/AAAAAAAABGo/YrC2Nh-zFII/s200/sir+galahad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285780291065041570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet sir galahad came in through the window&lt;br /&gt;in the night when the moon was in the yard&lt;br /&gt;he took her hand in his and shook the long hair&lt;br /&gt;from his neck and he told her &lt;br /&gt;she'd been working much too hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was true that ever since the day&lt;br /&gt;her crazy man had passed away&lt;br /&gt;to the land of poet's pride,&lt;br /&gt;she laughed and talked a lot&lt;br /&gt;with new people on the block&lt;br /&gt;but always at evening time she cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's to the dawn of their days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she moved her head a little down on the bed&lt;br /&gt;until it rested softly on his knee&lt;br /&gt;and there she dropped her smile&lt;br /&gt;and there she sighed a while,&lt;br /&gt;and told him all the sadness&lt;br /&gt;of those years that numbered three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you know I think my fate's belated&lt;br /&gt;because of all the hours I waited&lt;br /&gt;for the day when I'd no longer cry&lt;br /&gt;I get myself to work by eight&lt;br /&gt;but oh, was I born too late,&lt;br /&gt;and do you think I'll fail&lt;br /&gt;at every single thing I try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's to the dawn of their days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just put his arm around her&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way I found her&lt;br /&gt;eight months later to the day&lt;br /&gt;the lines of a smile erased&lt;br /&gt;the tear tracks upon her face,&lt;br /&gt;a smile could linger, even stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet sir galahad went down&lt;br /&gt;with his gay bride of flowers,&lt;br /&gt;the prince of the hours&lt;br /&gt;of her lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's to the dawn of their days,&lt;br /&gt;of their days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(words and music by Joan Baez ©1968)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-3070791353312124331?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3070791353312124331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=3070791353312124331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/3070791353312124331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/3070791353312124331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-sir-galahad.html' title='21. sweet sir galahad.'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVrdK2GxUqI/AAAAAAAABGo/YrC2Nh-zFII/s72-c/sir+galahad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-1590307403533280845</id><published>2008-12-30T17:53:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:02:05.281-02:00</updated><title type='text'>20. os dois hóspedes - texto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV6H6poMWGI/AAAAAAAABHo/SeUqAxp827g/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+roxo+quente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV6H6poMWGI/AAAAAAAABHo/SeUqAxp827g/s200/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+roxo+quente.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286812454256138338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"entre muitos hotéis da cidade, aquele era o mais &lt;br /&gt;aristocrático. situado num dos pontos mais altos, &lt;br /&gt;era ali que se hospedavam os viajantes mais ricos &lt;br /&gt;e respeitáveis, alguns dos quais acabavam fixando &lt;br /&gt;residência no edifício.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a BONDADE, a TERNURA, &lt;br /&gt;o ÓDIO, a SAUDADE moravam nele. &lt;br /&gt;jovem e sadia, a ALEGRIA ocupava &lt;br /&gt;uma torre esguia e clara &lt;br /&gt;que o sol fazia faiscar, &lt;br /&gt;logo que amanhecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a TRISTEZA, sempre vestida de negro, &lt;br /&gt;vivia num quarto sem luz, que apenas &lt;br /&gt;os morcegos visitavam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a HIPOCRISIA habitava um subterrâneo, &lt;br /&gt;e a MENTIRA, um compartimento estreito, &lt;br /&gt;cercado de portas falsas, que lhe &lt;br /&gt;facilitavam a fuga à simples &lt;br /&gt;aproximação da VERDADE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era nesse edifício que morava, chamando a atenção &lt;br /&gt;de todos, um cavalheiro moço, forte, musculoso, que&lt;br /&gt;às vezes se mostrava doce, polido, gentil, tolerante, &lt;br /&gt;e outras, irritado, hostil, intransigente, e, &lt;br /&gt;não raro, malcriado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era vizinho do CIÚME e, sob o menor pretexto, &lt;br /&gt;altercava com ele, que era, em geral, secundado &lt;br /&gt;pela DÚVIDA, cujos aposentos ficavam juntos e &lt;br /&gt;tinham secreta comunicação interna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certo dia, esse cavalheiro, após uma discussão &lt;br /&gt;com os outros hóspedes, resolveu abandonar o &lt;br /&gt;quarto que ocupava no hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi um escândalo. &lt;br /&gt;gritos, súplicas, desmaios, bater de portas e &lt;br /&gt;tampar de malas, tudo isso chegou até fora, &lt;br /&gt;alertando a vizinhança. o cavalheiro foi-se, &lt;br /&gt;porém, embora, deixando vazio o quarto &lt;br /&gt;em que o iam visitar, alternadamente, &lt;br /&gt;a VENTURA e o TORMENTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à tarde, bateram à porta do hotel.&lt;br /&gt;era uma senhora tímida, modesta, &lt;br /&gt;fisionomia bondosa, modos recatados, &lt;br /&gt;que desejava aposento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "temos apenas um quarto, minha senhora. &lt;br /&gt;foi desocupado hoje mesmo. entre! &lt;br /&gt;aqui morava, até ontem, o AMOR."&lt;br /&gt;- "quem?"&lt;br /&gt;- "o AMOR."&lt;br /&gt;- "ah! não me serve... eu não posso &lt;br /&gt;residir onde esteve esse senhor."&lt;br /&gt;- "e a senhora, quem é?"&lt;br /&gt;- "eu sou a AMIZADE!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e desceu, um a um, os degraus do edifício, &lt;br /&gt;que tinha, não se sabe por quê, &lt;br /&gt;a forma de um coração..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(humberto de campos veras)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-1590307403533280845?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1590307403533280845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=1590307403533280845' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/1590307403533280845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/1590307403533280845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/quiroga-acponselha.html' title='20. os dois hóspedes - texto'/><author><name>dani 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10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVp4mFfX8dI/AAAAAAAABGY/koGM5X951_A/s200/il+matto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285669708376830418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o louco &lt;br /&gt;é a beira do abismo&lt;br /&gt;a essência do infinito&lt;br /&gt;o intelecto instintivo&lt;br /&gt;a transcendêcia do perigo&lt;br /&gt;a jornada para além &lt;br /&gt;de todo limite conhecido&lt;br /&gt;das relações entre o que se sente&lt;br /&gt;e as inúmeras formas de expressão,&lt;br /&gt;expressão que não te sacode&lt;br /&gt;através de padrões conhecidos&lt;br /&gt;mas que na luz de um arco-íris&lt;br /&gt;pode abrir tuas asas de um só sopro&lt;br /&gt;para alcançar um céu aberto de possíveis&lt;br /&gt;um universo inteiro de imagináveis&lt;br /&gt;seguindo como bússola apenas o teu desejo&lt;br /&gt;e a cor do céu em cada dos teus dias&lt;br /&gt;louco quem ama sem querer obter&lt;br /&gt;louco quem sonha sem adormecer&lt;br /&gt;louco quem se despe a cada ocaso&lt;br /&gt;se renova a cada madrugada&lt;br /&gt;e renasce a cada aurora, &lt;br /&gt;em cada amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bu 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-7278899508612030407?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7278899508612030407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=7278899508612030407' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7278899508612030407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7278899508612030407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-louco_30.html' title='19. o louco'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVp4mFfX8dI/AAAAAAAABGY/koGM5X951_A/s72-c/il+matto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-7509254934094938022</id><published>2008-12-30T13:04:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:00:49.509-02:00</updated><title type='text'>18. manoel de barros - poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVo8JCNTRMI/AAAAAAAABGI/_-yddc7acM4/s1600-h/voar+MB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVo8JCNTRMI/AAAAAAAABGI/_-yddc7acM4/s200/voar+MB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285603238581847234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ando muito completo de vazios.&lt;br /&gt;meu órgão de morrer &lt;br /&gt;me predomina.&lt;br /&gt;estou sem eternidades&lt;br /&gt;não posso mais saber &lt;br /&gt;quando amanheço ontem.&lt;br /&gt;está rengo de mim o amanhacer.&lt;br /&gt;ouço o taamnho oblíquo de uma folha&lt;br /&gt;atrás do ocaso foram os insetos.&lt;br /&gt;enfiei o quanto que pude&lt;br /&gt;dentro de um grilo o meu destino&lt;br /&gt;essa coisas me mudam para cisco.&lt;br /&gt;a minha independência tem algemas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(manoel de barros, &lt;br /&gt;in 'ignorãças'1993)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-7509254934094938022?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7509254934094938022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=7509254934094938022' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7509254934094938022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7509254934094938022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/manoel-de-barros-poema.html' title='18. manoel de barros - poema'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVo8JCNTRMI/AAAAAAAABGI/_-yddc7acM4/s72-c/voar+MB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-3437307814427882844</id><published>2008-12-30T12:27:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:00:27.100-02:00</updated><title type='text'>17. manoel de barros - citações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVo29rBlB4I/AAAAAAAABFo/Hf4VNkWyq8o/s1600-h/manoel+de+barros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVo29rBlB4I/AAAAAAAABFo/Hf4VNkWyq8o/s200/manoel+de+barros.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285597545821964162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surrealista.&lt;br /&gt;poético, ingênuo.&lt;br /&gt;imcomparável, portanto único:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "as coisas que não existem &lt;br /&gt;são as mais bonitas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "desaprender oito horas por dia&lt;br /&gt;ensina os princípios."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "não tem altura o silêncio das pedras."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(manoel de barros, 1993)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-3437307814427882844?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3437307814427882844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=3437307814427882844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/3437307814427882844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/3437307814427882844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/manoel-de-barros-citaes.html' title='17. manoel de barros - citações'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVo29rBlB4I/AAAAAAAABFo/Hf4VNkWyq8o/s72-c/manoel+de+barros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-4822724423621013831</id><published>2008-12-28T11:40:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:59:27.322-02:00</updated><title type='text'>16. abençoada paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVeEAuLKe6I/AAAAAAAABFg/PENsDJHb1Ng/s1600-h/buda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVeEAuLKe6I/AAAAAAAABFg/PENsDJHb1Ng/s200/buda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284837835672288162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tão intensamente quanto senti &lt;br /&gt;a enorme tensão desses meses&lt;br /&gt;acumulando em minhas costas&lt;br /&gt;sufocando o coração fragilizado&lt;br /&gt;com a garra negra do desespero&lt;br /&gt;que tomou conta das emoções &lt;br /&gt;e pensamentos por tanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu percebo finalmente a paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a paz de estar em equilíbrio&lt;br /&gt;a tranquilidade mental que permite&lt;br /&gt;ao corpo relaxar sem preocupações&lt;br /&gt;sem questões complicadas a resolver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha energia vital se renova&lt;br /&gt;a cada um desses sutis momentos&lt;br /&gt;estou serena e como único estímulo&lt;br /&gt;obedeço ao ritmo da minha respiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em paz comigo mesma&lt;br /&gt;de bem com o mundo&lt;br /&gt;aceitando o que passou&lt;br /&gt;e encarando o que está por vir,&lt;br /&gt;em sintonia com a vida que me cerca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-4822724423621013831?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/4822724423621013831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=4822724423621013831' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/4822724423621013831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/4822724423621013831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/abenoada-paz.html' title='16. abençoada paz'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVeEAuLKe6I/AAAAAAAABFg/PENsDJHb1Ng/s72-c/buda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-4923750117127869640</id><published>2008-12-28T11:15:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:58:53.223-02:00</updated><title type='text'>15. hey... do you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVeBErxs8AI/AAAAAAAABFY/0ATFOHaNVho/s1600-h/platano+arame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVeBErxs8AI/AAAAAAAABFY/0ATFOHaNVho/s200/platano+arame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284834605213216770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you like me?&lt;br /&gt;do you care for me?&lt;br /&gt;I know we can't be,&lt;br /&gt;but do you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;does your heart smile&lt;br /&gt;when you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;and our moments together,&lt;br /&gt;are they precious for you&lt;br /&gt;as they sure are for me?&lt;br /&gt;that's all I need to know&lt;br /&gt;as I live my life alone&lt;br /&gt;left in this sea of silence&lt;br /&gt;because I know we can't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-4923750117127869640?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVeBErxs8AI/AAAAAAAABFY/0ATFOHaNVho/s72-c/platano+arame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-5443528254132573647</id><published>2008-12-27T12:37:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:58:35.259-02:00</updated><title type='text'>14. tarot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVd7ArBw2vI/AAAAAAAABFI/C4mWHS4KsLo/s1600-h/tarot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVd7ArBw2vI/AAAAAAAABFI/C4mWHS4KsLo/s320/tarot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284827939222903538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: situação &lt;br /&gt;IMPERADOR&lt;br /&gt;força, duração, resistência às pressões &lt;br /&gt;externas, flexibilidade para adaptação, &lt;br /&gt;honestidade, submetido a testes. &lt;br /&gt;lutar e unir as forças, admitir medos e &lt;br /&gt;vulnerabilidades, fortalecer a relação &lt;br /&gt;e aprofundar a amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: passado &lt;br /&gt;LOUCO (inv.)&lt;br /&gt;desafio, mudanças de regras, confusão.&lt;br /&gt;proteger da dilaceração paralisante e &lt;br /&gt;da impossibiidade de planos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: presente&lt;br /&gt;ESTRELA&lt;br /&gt;esquilíbrio, harmonia, centralização no &lt;br /&gt;presente sem ansiedades futuras, frescor &lt;br /&gt;e vitalidade, respeito mútuo, confiança,&lt;br /&gt;renovação, espontaneidade, fortalecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: futuro&lt;br /&gt;LUA&lt;br /&gt;circunstâncias debilitantes, co-dependência&lt;br /&gt;união simbiótica, fase doentia, inimigos &lt;br /&gt;ocultos. cuidar o desânimo e aguardar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: influências principais&lt;br /&gt;SOL (inv.)&lt;br /&gt;demora, estagnação, obstáculos, conflito &lt;br /&gt;de egos, desequiíbrio. difícil compartilhar, &lt;br /&gt;fluxo temporariamente seco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-5443528254132573647?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5443528254132573647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=5443528254132573647' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/5443528254132573647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/5443528254132573647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/tarot.html' title='14. tarot'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVd7ArBw2vI/AAAAAAAABFI/C4mWHS4KsLo/s72-c/tarot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-1066008000990421070</id><published>2008-12-27T12:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:58:00.939-02:00</updated><title type='text'>13. you have killed me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVY69U_ldtI/AAAAAAAABDw/r-W8YDwdoOo/s1600-h/sewing_a_broken_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVY69U_ldtI/AAAAAAAABDw/r-W8YDwdoOo/s200/sewing_a_broken_heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284476038047692498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I entered nothing &lt;br /&gt;and nothing entered me&lt;br /&gt;'til you came with the key&lt;br /&gt;and you did your best but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I live and breathe&lt;br /&gt;you have killed me&lt;br /&gt;you have killed me&lt;br /&gt;yes I walk around - somehow -&lt;br /&gt;but you have killed me&lt;br /&gt;you have killed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is no point saying this again&lt;br /&gt;there is no point saying this again&lt;br /&gt;but I forgive you, I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;always I do forgive you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(morrissey)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-1066008000990421070?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1066008000990421070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=1066008000990421070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/1066008000990421070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/1066008000990421070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-have-killed-me.html' title='13. you have killed me'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVY69U_ldtI/AAAAAAAABDw/r-W8YDwdoOo/s72-c/sewing_a_broken_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-1735398204986858484</id><published>2008-12-27T02:19:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:57:21.181-02:00</updated><title type='text'>12. oração ao luar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVW5aRgmUKI/AAAAAAAABDo/nXxyKyDh9_M/s1600-h/harvest_moon_dh_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVW5aRgmUKI/AAAAAAAABDo/nXxyKyDh9_M/s200/harvest_moon_dh_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284333598817013922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah linda lua imensa de verão&lt;br /&gt;flutuando só na noite escura&lt;br /&gt;traz a brisa morna que me cerca&lt;br /&gt;nessa janela que me separa de ti&lt;br /&gt;te peço que guie os meus passos&lt;br /&gt;incertos e já cansados de vagar&lt;br /&gt;através de tantas noites insones&lt;br /&gt;em que esse teu brilho me ofusca&lt;br /&gt;e tua ausência sempre me entorpece&lt;br /&gt;me faz livre, me devolve a mim&lt;br /&gt;eu que nem sempre soube o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;envolvida em névoas de densos enganos&lt;br /&gt;quero agora enfim me reencontrar &lt;br /&gt;sob a luz tênue da tua face clara&lt;br /&gt;e quero dessa dor me resguardar &lt;br /&gt;na fria proteção do teu lado sombrio&lt;br /&gt;para me fazer mais forte e serena&lt;br /&gt;para me livrar dos perigos da noite&lt;br /&gt;para me conduzir através da escuridão&lt;br /&gt;em noites de abundante lua cheia,&lt;br /&gt;na fertilidade da lua crescente&lt;br /&gt;nas privações da lua minguante&lt;br /&gt;e na angústia das noites sem lua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber　愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-1735398204986858484?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1735398204986858484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=1735398204986858484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/1735398204986858484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/1735398204986858484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/orao-ao-luar.html' title='12. oração ao luar'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVW5aRgmUKI/AAAAAAAABDo/nXxyKyDh9_M/s72-c/harvest_moon_dh_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-6015599286943942961</id><published>2008-12-27T00:59:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:56:48.774-02:00</updated><title type='text'>11. cai o pano...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVWfaXZuBtI/AAAAAAAABDg/eYtqYlzxJdM/s1600-h/stage_red_curtain-1000x620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVWfaXZuBtI/AAAAAAAABDg/eYtqYlzxJdM/s200/stage_red_curtain-1000x620.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284305013096449746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é estranho quando se tem a nítida&lt;br /&gt;sensação de que um tal episódio se &lt;br /&gt;encerrou e que estamos livres dele,&lt;br /&gt;vem sobre nós a paz de poder não &lt;br /&gt;mais sofrer, esperar, duvidar ou &lt;br /&gt;decidir como agir, c´est fini...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se pesa os prós e contras de cada&lt;br /&gt;participação em todas as etapas que&lt;br /&gt;se sucederam, se respeita as decisões&lt;br /&gt;do destino e o ritmo do tempo, o rumo &lt;br /&gt;que cada sensação tomou, as armadilhas &lt;br /&gt;do acaso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e bem quando se está prestes a virar a &lt;br /&gt;página, ultrapassando as noites insones&lt;br /&gt;que nos separam da luz da nova aurora,&lt;br /&gt;eis que se descobre que ainda há mais &lt;br /&gt;por vir, que há uma nova seqüência de &lt;br /&gt;atos encadeados que podem outra vez &lt;br /&gt;mudar o rumo do longo roteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e se precisa outra vez subir ao palco&lt;br /&gt;para ser aclamdo ou vaiado pela cruel&lt;br /&gt;audiência que a tudo observa, inerte.&lt;br /&gt;em pé na ribalta, se tem o coração aos &lt;br /&gt;saltos e o sangue a ferver pela emoção &lt;br /&gt;de se saber que o espetáculo jamais &lt;br /&gt;termina, o ator nunca se cansa demais&lt;br /&gt;a ponto de perder suas falas, nessa &lt;br /&gt;cortina escarlate nunca se se fecha, &lt;br /&gt;enquanto houver algo a ser dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber　愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-6015599286943942961?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/6015599286943942961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=6015599286943942961' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/6015599286943942961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/6015599286943942961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/cai-o-pano.html' title='11. cai o pano...?'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVWfaXZuBtI/AAAAAAAABDg/eYtqYlzxJdM/s72-c/stage_red_curtain-1000x620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-3147700845272037400</id><published>2008-12-27T00:17:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:55:53.299-02:00</updated><title type='text'>10. e  então...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVWXEGzfTeI/AAAAAAAABDA/inowh222Ku0/s1600-h/7799lagrima1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVWXEGzfTeI/AAAAAAAABDA/inowh222Ku0/s200/7799lagrima1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284295834590989794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois de um amor dito impossível, houve &lt;br /&gt;dor, houve incompreensão, houve silêncios&lt;br /&gt;e houve o desterro. houve forte por dentro &lt;br /&gt;a sensação de que nada nem ninguém jamais&lt;br /&gt;abarcaria o vazio deixado, houve o vínculo&lt;br /&gt;ferido, houve a racionalização do desejo, &lt;br /&gt;e então nasceu uma suprema esperança de &lt;br /&gt;que tudo não passasse de atração proibida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;houve a insana crença em um amanhã que &lt;br /&gt;redimisse e apagasse os erros do hoje, &lt;br /&gt;a necessidade de se procurar no mundo&lt;br /&gt;exterior algo que suprisse o vácuo que &lt;br /&gt;um sentimento instintivo e louco deixou&lt;br /&gt;num coração então ainda despreparado &lt;br /&gt;para lidar com a força desse elo vital &lt;br /&gt;que se tornou um canal de transcendência,&lt;br /&gt;um meio de sobrevivência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toda a energia represada então se tornou&lt;br /&gt;lirismo, se desfez em emoção. conectada &lt;br /&gt;afinal com o fundo de uma alma angustiada,&lt;br /&gt;sozinha para pôr em ordem tantos elementos &lt;br /&gt;incongruentes, me vi livre pela primeira&lt;br /&gt;vez, de culpas, tormentos, dores e perdas &lt;br /&gt;que desde sempre me atormentam sem solução&lt;br /&gt;e assim o caso entrou naturalmente na conta &lt;br /&gt;dos meus já inúmeros fracassos, quem sabe &lt;br /&gt;o mais lindo de todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber　愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-3147700845272037400?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/3147700845272037400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=3147700845272037400' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/3147700845272037400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/3147700845272037400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-ento.html' title='10. e  então...'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVWXEGzfTeI/AAAAAAAABDA/inowh222Ku0/s72-c/7799lagrima1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-8547628744473875867</id><published>2008-12-26T15:15:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:54:54.054-02:00</updated><title type='text'>9. tempo de pensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVUT4x7GFSI/AAAAAAAABC4/1GAtqVUOzss/s1600-h/ampulheta+mesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVUT4x7GFSI/AAAAAAAABC4/1GAtqVUOzss/s200/ampulheta+mesa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284151603983947042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o tempo não pode ser acelerado, e não pára nunca.&lt;br /&gt;a cada dia enfrenta-se uma nova série de desafios&lt;br /&gt;que somam-se a velhas opiniões e sofisticam a &lt;br /&gt;visão de mundo, sem saber a que cada uma de &lt;br /&gt;nossas escolhas irá nos levar, percorremos este &lt;br /&gt;longo corredor de inúmeras possibilidades que &lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes escoam por entre nossos dedos &lt;br /&gt;incapazes de reter tudo o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cada dia pode vir a punição, a cada movimento&lt;br /&gt;podemos chegar ao fim de processos que estão sendo&lt;br /&gt;desenvolvidos com nossa participação consciente ou&lt;br /&gt;não, porque se tudo está encadeado nem tudo pode &lt;br /&gt;ser previsto ou evitado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos resta encarrar a trilha aberta na mata densa de&lt;br /&gt;tantas emoções, levando nas mãos a bússola do &lt;br /&gt;desejo e o mapa da sinceridade, pois se querer é &lt;br /&gt;poder, é fundamental que se saiba o que desperta &lt;br /&gt;nossos sentidos e nutre nosso espírito, a cada &lt;br /&gt;passo da longa jornada que nos conduzirá &lt;br /&gt;inexoravelmente ao fim do caminho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e por quê o medo, se o futuro é a morte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-8547628744473875867?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8547628744473875867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=8547628744473875867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/8547628744473875867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/8547628744473875867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-tempo-no-pode-ser-acelerado-e-no-pra.html' title='9. tempo de pensar'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVUT4x7GFSI/AAAAAAAABC4/1GAtqVUOzss/s72-c/ampulheta+mesa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-5817777988086064472</id><published>2008-12-26T14:39:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:53:43.606-02:00</updated><title type='text'>8. os males do protagonismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVUNmDyA-CI/AAAAAAAABCo/1LxyIxfh0Ww/s1600-h/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVUNmDyA-CI/AAAAAAAABCo/1LxyIxfh0Ww/s200/mask.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284144685290420258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todos os males se originam do protagonismo.&lt;br /&gt;na necessidade de dominar as cenas em&lt;br /&gt;que se insere, o ser humano por muitas &lt;br /&gt;vezes está demasiadamente desejoso de &lt;br /&gt;atenção e poder para considerar os&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos das outras pessoas também&lt;br /&gt;envolvidas no desenrolar de cada ação. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há assim uma batalha de egos e vontades,&lt;br /&gt;cada um acreditando que poderá reverter&lt;br /&gt;os acontecimentos a seu favor, querendo &lt;br /&gt;fazer valer suas aspirações para obter&lt;br /&gt;destaque como o ator principal em todos&lt;br /&gt;os dramas de que venha a fazer parte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;querer protagonizar a vida alheia, de &lt;br /&gt;quem quer que seja, leva ao egoísmo e à &lt;br /&gt;cegueira em relação ao ponto de vista &lt;br /&gt;alheio e ao abuso de poder que nos impede &lt;br /&gt;de ver fatos e reações com clareza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por outro lado, o que está ao alcance &lt;br /&gt;de todos nós - O PROTAGONISMO DA PRÓPRIA&lt;br /&gt;VIDA - nos conduzirá ao autoconhecimento, &lt;br /&gt;à autenticidade e à coragem de aceitar&lt;br /&gt;que somos arquitetos e engenheiros de&lt;br /&gt;nosso próprio destino, sempre e a cada &lt;br /&gt;passo do caminho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assim, além de protagonistas nos tornamos&lt;br /&gt;também roteiristas e diretores de cena, &lt;br /&gt;num projeto único e inédito, onde cairão&lt;br /&gt;ao chão as já desnecessárias máscaras que&lt;br /&gt;nos afastaram do espelho e do encontro &lt;br /&gt;com nossa fase nua, os olhos à frente,&lt;br /&gt;sentindo o vento e projetando o infinito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber　愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-5817777988086064472?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/5817777988086064472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=5817777988086064472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/5817777988086064472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/5817777988086064472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/sobre-os-males-do-protagonismo.html' title='8. os males do protagonismo'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVUNmDyA-CI/AAAAAAAABCo/1LxyIxfh0Ww/s72-c/mask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-8209151757697147121</id><published>2008-12-26T01:57:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:54:24.190-02:00</updated><title type='text'>7. o bêbado e a equilibrista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV56yY5NSjI/AAAAAAAABHY/X7VBIZsriRE/s1600-h/pes+de+equilibrista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV56yY5NSjI/AAAAAAAABHY/X7VBIZsriRE/s200/pes+de+equilibrista.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286798018673986098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"caía a tarde feito um viaduto&lt;br /&gt;e um bêbado trajando luto &lt;br /&gt;me lembrou Carlitos&lt;br /&gt;a lua tal qual a dona do bordel&lt;br /&gt;pedia a cada estrela fria &lt;br /&gt;um brilho de aluguel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e nuvens lá no mata-borrão do céu&lt;br /&gt;chupavam manchas torturadas&lt;br /&gt;que sufoco louco&lt;br /&gt;o bêbado com chapéu coco &lt;br /&gt;fazia irreverências mil&lt;br /&gt;prá noite do Brasil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu Brasil&lt;br /&gt;que sonha com a volta do irmão do Henfil&lt;br /&gt;com tanta gente que partiu &lt;br /&gt;num rabo de foguete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chora a nossa pátria mãe gentil&lt;br /&gt;choram marias e clarisses &lt;br /&gt;no solo do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas sei que uma dor assim pungente &lt;br /&gt;não há de ser inutilmente&lt;br /&gt;a esperança dança &lt;br /&gt;na corda bamba de sombrinha&lt;br /&gt;e em cada passo dessa linha &lt;br /&gt;pode se machucar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azar, a esperança equilibrista&lt;br /&gt;sabe que o show de todo artista&lt;br /&gt;tem que continuar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by joão bosco)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-8209151757697147121?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8209151757697147121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=8209151757697147121' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/8209151757697147121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/8209151757697147121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-bbado-e-equilibrista.html' title='7. o bêbado e a equilibrista'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SV56yY5NSjI/AAAAAAAABHY/X7VBIZsriRE/s72-c/pes+de+equilibrista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-7131294392502557891</id><published>2008-12-26T01:38:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:52:19.488-02:00</updated><title type='text'>6. assim dizia confúcio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVRUhHHnnQI/AAAAAAAABCg/p0Lc2IfWRSU/s1600-h/confucio+kanji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVRUhHHnnQI/AAAAAAAABCg/p0Lc2IfWRSU/s200/confucio+kanji.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283941190635855106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52: a quietude&lt;br /&gt;sabendo manter a quietude se é capaz &lt;br /&gt;de determinar o objetivo a buscar&lt;br /&gt;sabendo que objetivo buscar se é capaz&lt;br /&gt;de atingir a calma da mente&lt;br /&gt;sabendo atingir a calma da mente se é capaz&lt;br /&gt;de obter êxito no repouso tranqüilo&lt;br /&gt;sabendo obter êxito no repouso traqüilo&lt;br /&gt;se é capaz de deliberar cuidadosamente&lt;br /&gt;sabendo deliberar cuidadosamente se é capaz &lt;br /&gt;de colher o que realmente se deseja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: a humildade&lt;br /&gt;tenho três tesouros&lt;br /&gt;que protejo e guardo com carinho:&lt;br /&gt;o primeiro é o amor&lt;br /&gt;o segundo é o contentamento&lt;br /&gt;o terceiro é a humildade, pois&lt;br /&gt;só os que amam serão corajosos&lt;br /&gt;só os contentes serão magnânimos&lt;br /&gt;só os humildes serão capazes se comandar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-7131294392502557891?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7131294392502557891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=7131294392502557891' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7131294392502557891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7131294392502557891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/assim-dizia-confcio.html' title='6. assim dizia confúcio...'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SVRUhHHnnQI/AAAAAAAABCg/p0Lc2IfWRSU/s72-c/confucio+kanji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-7280177841899041279</id><published>2008-12-22T01:48:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:50:22.906-02:00</updated><title type='text'>5. 2009 - come clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SU8USbDs6PI/AAAAAAAABCY/lrxNJE8aCm0/s1600-h/flor+roxa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SU8USbDs6PI/AAAAAAAABCY/lrxNJE8aCm0/s200/flor+roxa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282463194662365426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos dias que faltam para o início&lt;br /&gt;do novo ciclo preciso me concentrar&lt;br /&gt;na interiorização e no equilíbrio&lt;br /&gt;- nem sempre facilmente obtido -&lt;br /&gt;da minha natureza pessoal aberta&lt;br /&gt;e a pulsão do mundo externo a mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabendo que a parte mais significativa&lt;br /&gt;das oscilações do meu lago interior&lt;br /&gt;seja causada por ventos alheios&lt;br /&gt;e não pela força natural das águas&lt;br /&gt;preciso me ater às simples relações&lt;br /&gt;à pureza na comunicação&lt;br /&gt;à tranquilidade da emoção&lt;br /&gt;e à clareza dos objetivos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estar comigo mesma &lt;br /&gt;não é o mesmo que estar só&lt;br /&gt;o trabalho duro semeou&lt;br /&gt;outra paisagem no novo ciclo&lt;br /&gt;que trará esclarecimento e ventura&lt;br /&gt;reflexão ampliada e&lt;br /&gt;um novo crescimento emocional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-7280177841899041279?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7280177841899041279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=7280177841899041279' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7280177841899041279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7280177841899041279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-come-clean.html' title='5. 2009 - come clean'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SU8USbDs6PI/AAAAAAAABCY/lrxNJE8aCm0/s72-c/flor+roxa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-1507195875632512847</id><published>2008-12-22T01:14:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:50:42.282-02:00</updated><title type='text'>4. I-ching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SU8Lzns5LOI/AAAAAAAABCI/BbBPySEZ2eY/s1600-h/i-ching.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SU8Lzns5LOI/AAAAAAAABCI/BbBPySEZ2eY/s320/i-ching.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282453869387394274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMO ESTÁ A VIDA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 - A DONZELA&lt;br /&gt;não tomar decisões&lt;br /&gt;aceitar o segundo plano&lt;br /&gt;acordos informais favorecidos&lt;br /&gt;investir em tato e descrição&lt;br /&gt;afeto espontâneo aglutina&lt;br /&gt;consciência do transitório liberta&lt;br /&gt;favorável perseverança do solitário &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57 - O VENTO&lt;br /&gt;atributo da suavidade&lt;br /&gt;dispersa nuvens acumuladas&lt;br /&gt;deixa o céu claro e sereno&lt;br /&gt;clareza de julgamento&lt;br /&gt;dissolve sombrias intenções veladas&lt;br /&gt;evitar proceder de modo violento&lt;br /&gt;oferecer assistência constante&lt;br /&gt;ter objetivo claro e definido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-1507195875632512847?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/1507195875632512847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=1507195875632512847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/1507195875632512847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/1507195875632512847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-ching-definio-da-vida-em-um-momento.html' title='4. I-ching'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SU8Lzns5LOI/AAAAAAAABCI/BbBPySEZ2eY/s72-c/i-ching.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-7669608163798955006</id><published>2008-12-21T23:58:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:49:39.089-02:00</updated><title type='text'>3. eu te amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SU71X0aVm-I/AAAAAAAABCA/KFZHV3hzock/s1600-h/pen+e+eu+s%C3%A9pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SU71X0aVm-I/AAAAAAAABCA/KFZHV3hzock/s320/pen+e+eu+s%C3%A9pia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282429202507078626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juntos somos fortes,&lt;br /&gt;juntos somos tão loucamente sãos&lt;br /&gt;juntos nos permitimos mesmo porque&lt;br /&gt;não termos nada a dizer sempre é&lt;br /&gt;o prenúncio de conversas geniais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juntos pelo acaso de cada dia&lt;br /&gt;juntos pelas ruas da cidade&lt;br /&gt;que nos levam ao novo imprevisto &lt;br /&gt;e nos favorece loucas aventuras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estímulos mil, teorias bizarras&lt;br /&gt;troca de experiências &lt;br /&gt;viagens astrais&lt;br /&gt;nunca nos perderemos&lt;br /&gt;pois juntos enfim nos encontramos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-7669608163798955006?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/7669608163798955006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=7669608163798955006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7669608163798955006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/7669608163798955006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-te-amo.html' title='3. eu te amo'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SU71X0aVm-I/AAAAAAAABCA/KFZHV3hzock/s72-c/pen+e+eu+s%C3%A9pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-8473502036979017119</id><published>2008-12-21T15:43:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:48:21.866-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2. suspenso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SU6DUnHfJXI/AAAAAAAABB4/Cp467R-eTog/s1600-h/olhos+dourados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SU6DUnHfJXI/AAAAAAAABB4/Cp467R-eTog/s320/olhos+dourados.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282303803073176946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não há muito a fazer sem que se firam suscetibilidades e expectativas em suspenso, o medo de inevitáveis mudanças provoca essa paralisia planejada que só posso definir como o equilíbrio interno que sobrevém pouco antes das tempestades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada que se planeje poderia agora abalar essa delicada e instável realidade que se precisa suportar, sentimentos fortes congelados no tempo à espera da revelação que os redima do poder incomensurável da inércia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há que-se suportar esse vento frio que carrega folhas e que destrói paisagens inteiras sem se deter, sem se deixar ficar nem por um instante, e essas tantas racionalizações nos protegem o espírito do atravessar dessa dor tênue e tão real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 愛　dani weber 愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-8473502036979017119?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/8473502036979017119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=8473502036979017119' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/8473502036979017119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/8473502036979017119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/suspenso.html' title='2. suspenso'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SU6DUnHfJXI/AAAAAAAABB4/Cp467R-eTog/s72-c/olhos+dourados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406012225672587977.post-142702872994405507</id><published>2008-12-21T15:39:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:47:43.553-02:00</updated><title type='text'>1. o louco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SU5_omBNm1I/AAAAAAAABBw/AKnsnV1aQYs/s1600-h/entre+as+folhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SU5_omBNm1I/AAAAAAAABBw/AKnsnV1aQYs/s320/entre+as+folhas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282299748329298770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perguntam-me como me tornei louco.&lt;br /&gt;aconteceu assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um dia, despertei de um sono profundo e notei que todas as minhas máscaras&lt;br /&gt;tinham sido roubadas – as sete máscaras que eu havia confeccionado e usado&lt;br /&gt;em sete vidas – e corri sem máscara pelas ruas cheias gritando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ladrões, ladrões, malditos ladrões!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homens e mulheres riram e alguns correram para casa, com medo de mim.&lt;br /&gt;e quando cheguei à praça do mercado, um garoto gritou de cima de um telhado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'é um louco!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olhei para cima, para vê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;pela primeira vez, o sol beijava minha face nua,&lt;br /&gt;e minha alma inflamou-se de amor pelo sol,e não desejei mais minhas máscaras.&lt;br /&gt;e, como num transe, gritei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'benditos, benditos os ladrões que roubaram minhas máscaras!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assim me tornei louco.&lt;br /&gt;e encontrei tanto liberdade como segurança na loucura:&lt;br /&gt;a liberdade da solidão e a segurança de não ser compreendido,&lt;br /&gt;pois aquele que nos compreende escraviza alguma coisa em nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gibran kahlil gibran)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/406012225672587977-142702872994405507?l=daniweber2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/feeds/142702872994405507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=406012225672587977&amp;postID=142702872994405507' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/142702872994405507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/406012225672587977/posts/default/142702872994405507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daniweber2009.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-louco.html' title='1. o louco'/><author><name>dani weber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03794985695644069078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/TLsiiu71IFI/AAAAAAAACyk/nJQDYCTu5Rw/S220/clown.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Aw0RAhkbc74/SU5_omBNm1I/AAAAAAAABBw/AKnsnV1aQYs/s72-c/entre+as+folhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
