tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85072480885905098692024-03-12T20:19:59.800-03:00.Singuhlar" Silêncio... aprecie tudo que lhe foi imposto... Nao negues sua existencia, pague por sua liberdade... faça cada momento unico... apenas seu.... crie seu mundo e transforme-se. Ouse... Seja Singular..."Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-22487233958050964762012-06-10T22:54:00.000-03:002012-06-10T22:55:05.868-03:00Assim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: black;"><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Vamos pra longe</span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Sem se tocar os olhos vão</span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Se encontrar e se perder</span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Eu e você assim de perto dá</span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Pra eu me perder de vez nas tuas tintas</span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Me dê uma noite um pouco da manhã</span><br style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Só pra eu sacar se os olhos mudam de cor...</span></i></span>Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-85283317954994651222012-01-01T17:08:00.000-02:002012-01-01T17:08:23.597-02:00Que seja...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yqMSI6Rrww/TwCvCFlZi3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/tqnZ8RGLBTI/s1600/2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="397" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yqMSI6Rrww/TwCvCFlZi3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/tqnZ8RGLBTI/s400/2012.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-72388529240173896852011-11-03T21:03:00.003-02:002011-11-03T21:06:02.830-02:00O beijo no asfalto<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3fAOOSZ6DI3ELPMZBy9W88MXECKcjVutcwJeh53PQZvZF-kKleDHsW-A9aOPr16k1FYaN954Vl4bGsPEa8WbGcMMTFjS33T70ynzzCYz369fqPE0-bXjpjjvizBr5O57XiS68Lnqljs0/s1600/390903_312328902114740_100000128998228_1434818_1311815710_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3fAOOSZ6DI3ELPMZBy9W88MXECKcjVutcwJeh53PQZvZF-kKleDHsW-A9aOPr16k1FYaN954Vl4bGsPEa8WbGcMMTFjS33T70ynzzCYz369fqPE0-bXjpjjvizBr5O57XiS68Lnqljs0/s400/390903_312328902114740_100000128998228_1434818_1311815710_n.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">*Clique na imagem para ampliar<br />
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Com o novo enredo outro dia de folia<br />
Eu ia explodir, eu ia explodir<br />
Mas eles não vão ver os meus pedaços por aí<br />
Eu ia explodir, eu ia explodir..."</span></div></span>Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-9589240667370429202011-09-16T22:26:00.002-03:002011-09-16T22:27:16.159-03:00Está chegando!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6OmfA_J2LgAIJinCHSQtnXcVbi9Hhmbufn-oLNPWEFC4MSuDydcFpv7VOVqAl4OOegnFadMag2i_e4sqqPKe9dDCakdmOHMuTQquXLsozKpGDJRLjm1MbSZne5egA9myu9YGnxGn6o0s/s1600/lady-gaga031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6OmfA_J2LgAIJinCHSQtnXcVbi9Hhmbufn-oLNPWEFC4MSuDydcFpv7VOVqAl4OOegnFadMag2i_e4sqqPKe9dDCakdmOHMuTQquXLsozKpGDJRLjm1MbSZne5egA9myu9YGnxGn6o0s/s400/lady-gaga031.jpg" width="298" /></a></div>Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-88172546674548844892011-08-23T10:44:00.007-03:002011-08-23T10:50:55.930-03:00Poema Sujo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI4QBZGvoe97awaKq0R6rNXgv9xojBKQ9NJYVmDNFqIoCfg-Z0UYiQlONRz0r3y3QnWBxZLy7aqKGrlwhxdOmrH8eFCIcHopy0BDFFIkPdZKgSfyQESsFDzno7XNSnDoKWuL7d9pOdEaU/s1600/picasso_moca_espelho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI4QBZGvoe97awaKq0R6rNXgv9xojBKQ9NJYVmDNFqIoCfg-Z0UYiQlONRz0r3y3QnWBxZLy7aqKGrlwhxdOmrH8eFCIcHopy0BDFFIkPdZKgSfyQESsFDzno7XNSnDoKWuL7d9pOdEaU/s400/picasso_moca_espelho.jpg" width="317" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Hoje queria escrever um poema sujo, de rimas porcas, de frases feias, de métrica torta, de palavras podres, só pra dizer que te amo.É,um poema parco do tamanho do pouco amor que mereço. Um amor de sobras,dos dias de inércia do gozo maior.Um amor que nem amor seria, salvo raríssimas exceções de sentimentos que perduram nos dias tristes.Queria escrever um poema contundente, forte, mas só consegui tirar de mim essas coisinhas miúdas, como é miúdo o tempo destinado a mim.Hoje quis tomar juizo. Mas tinha que ser na veia, em doses caseiras já não faz mais efeito.Quis muito te dizer, em forma de poema, mesmo que sujo e feio, do amor que sinto.,Amor posto de lado, pros dias de feriado.Isso quando o flamengo não jogar, é claro.Meu amor tem dia certo.Ou errado, nem sei.É nos dias que sobra, do amor que não teve.O dia do amor bandido, do escárnio da paixão que vive so na escuridão do sentimento que não pode ser e nem existir.Hoje eu quis fazer poema do que nem existe. Do que some quando se faz dias de lazer. Amor com data certa e todo errado, amor lacrado, sem ninguém ver.Amor trancado em copas, em paus.Hoje acordei pra cantar esse amor aos ventos, mas os ventos nem sopraram.Hoje acordei pra alardear esse amor, fazer escândalo, lavar com sãndalo o que fede a peixe.Amor que não merece vida, que so traz ferida e que so causa medo. Hoje eu quis fazer enredo pra essa valsa triste.Tentei de todo jeito escrever direito pra esse tema torpe. Tentei chamar de tudo esse silêncio mudo que você me brinda. Amanhã acordo bem., quando for quarta feira acaba a cegueira e posso ver além.Mas hoje tentei.Nem rimas consegui tirar do que sobrou de mim,e assim , fica esse texto com cara de raiva, com jeito de ódio , assim todo ruim.Mas a manifestação do artista mesmo que sem graça, é sempre como abrir a mordaça de um preso em estado terminal. Queria falar de amor,mesmo desse amor vendido,pobre e fétido, mas hoje não é dia. Hoje é dia da santa.Da certa, da que encanta. Amanhã te faço um poema lindo, com cara de amor novo,daquele que o povo todo diz...QUE AMOR!</b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When was the last time you thought of me? </span></span> <div class="trad1" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><span style="color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Or have you completely erased me from your memories? </span></span> <div class="trad1" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><span style="color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Cause I often think about where I happen to roam. </span></span> <div class="trad1" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><span style="color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> You more I do, the less I know. </span></span> <div class="trad1" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><span style="color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> But I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness </span></span> <div class="trad1" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><span style="color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head. </span></span> <div class="trad1" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><span style="color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> But don't you remember, don't you remember? </span></span> <div class="trad1" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Why don't you remember, don't you remember?</span></div><div style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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<pre class="core" id="core" style="color: red; line-height: 1.4em;">Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be!</pre><pre class="core" id="core" style="color: red; line-height: 1.4em;">\m/</pre>Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-52136885174198274232011-06-09T11:44:00.000-03:002011-06-09T11:44:06.903-03:00Heeelp!<div class="tab_traducao sideBySide alignmentAction
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<div class="tab_original sideBySide lyricArea " style="color: white;"> <strong class="editable_area"> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Help!</span></strong></div><div class="tab_original sideBySide lyricArea " style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong class="editable_area"> </strong><a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/the-beatles/" id="info_url_artist">The Beatles</a></span> </div><div class="tab_original sideBySide lyricArea " style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
<span class="editable_area"> Help! I need somebody<br />
Help! Not just anybody<br />
Help! You know I need someone <br />
Help!<br />
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When I was younger so much younger than today<br />
I never needed anybody's help in any way<br />
But now these days are gone <br />
I'm not so self assured<br />
Now I find I've changed my mind <br />
I've opened up the doors<br />
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Help me if you can I'm feeling down<br />
And I do appreciate you being ‘round<br />
Help me get my feet back on the ground<br />
Won't you please, please, help me?<br />
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And now my life has changed in so many ways<br />
My independence seems to vanish in the haze<br />
But every now and then I feel so insecure<br />
I know that I just need you like <br />
I've never done before<br />
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Help me if you can I'm feeling down<br />
And I do appreciate you being ‘round<br />
Help me get my feet back on the ground<br />
Won't you please, please, help me?<br />
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When I was younger so much younger than today<br />
I never needed anybody's help in any way<br />
But now these days are gone <br />
I'm not so self assured<br />
Now I find I've changed my mind <br />
I've opened up the doors<br />
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Help me if you can I'm feeling down<br />
And I do appreciate you being ‘round<br />
Help me get my feet back on the ground<br />
Won't you please, please, help me, help me, help me?<br />
Oh </span></span> </div><div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br />
</div>Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-85305023264117728502011-05-26T22:57:00.000-03:002011-05-26T22:57:55.335-03:00Oração - A Banda mais Bonita da Cidade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/QW0i1U4u0KE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt;"><b><i>Oração<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><b><i><a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/a-banda-mais-bonita-da-cidade/"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">A Banda Mais Bonita da Cidade</span></a><o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; padding: 0cm;"><b><i>Composição : Leo Fressato</i></b></span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; padding: 0cm;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Meu amor essa é a última oração</span></div><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><div style="text-align: left;">Pra salvar seu coração</div><div style="text-align: left;">Coração não é tão simples quanto pensa</div><div style="text-align: left;">Nele cabe o que não cabe na despensa</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Cabe o meu amor!</span></div><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><div style="text-align: left;">Cabem três vidas inteiras</div><div style="text-align: left;">Cabe uma penteadeira</div><div style="text-align: left;">Cabe nós dois</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tô me afastando de tudo que me atrasa, me engana, me segura e me retém. Tô me aproximando de tudo que me faz completo, me faz feliz e que me quer bem. Tô aproveitando tudo de bom que essa nossa vida tem. Tô me dedicando de verdade pra agradar um outro alguém. Tô trazendo pra perto de mim quem eu gosto e quem gosta de mim também. Ultimamente eu só tô querendo ver o ‘bom’ que todo mundo tem. Relaxa, respira, se irritar é bom pra quem? Supera, suporta, entenda: isento de problemas eu não conheço ninguém. Queira viver, viver melhor, viver sorrindo e até os cem. Tô feliz, to despreocupado, com a vida eu to de bem.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><span style="color: white;"></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Caio Fernando Abreu.</span></div>Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-56995532092445348892011-05-19T11:32:00.000-03:002011-05-19T11:32:08.593-03:00É o despertar que nos mata.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNPUDC-RP-O0N3IsqiDZZN_H1Y-Q2ABk2JqUP8VJBTWt7mkSyBoq5t29kSCoIa4vxJpM3aU9_Nt7XbaqU8ppjZ4IYMgDzd-QYYfdfTJZIaJNKmnElUMxF-d-kn4HhZxBPcr1GG_TBVlY/s1600/Virginia_Woolf_4-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNPUDC-RP-O0N3IsqiDZZN_H1Y-Q2ABk2JqUP8VJBTWt7mkSyBoq5t29kSCoIa4vxJpM3aU9_Nt7XbaqU8ppjZ4IYMgDzd-QYYfdfTJZIaJNKmnElUMxF-d-kn4HhZxBPcr1GG_TBVlY/s400/Virginia_Woolf_4-2.jpg" width="350" /></a></div><h1 align="JUSTIFY" class="western"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">É o despertar que nos mata</span> <span style="font-size: large;"> </span></h1><h1 align="JUSTIFY" class="western"><span style="font-size: large;">Vírginia Woolf </span></h1><h1 align="JUSTIFY" class="western"> </h1><h1 align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small;">O poeta é ao mesmo tempo um leão e um Atlântico. Um nos afoga e o outro nos rói. Se sobrevivemos aos dentes, sucumbimos nas ondas. Um homem que pode destruir ilusões é, ao mesmo tempo, fera e dilúvio. As ilusões são para a alma o que a atmosfera é para a terra. Retirai esse brando ar e a planta morre, a cor empalidece. A terra por onde caminhamos é um ardente rescaldo. É marga o que pisamos, e seixos de fogo queimam os nossos pés. Somos desfeitos pela verdade. A vida é um sonho. É o despertar que nos mata. Quem nos rouba os sonhos rouba-nos a vida (…).</span></h1><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Romance: Orlando, tradução de Cecília Meirelles</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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</span></b></i></div><div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Holding on that?s what I do</span></b></i></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Since I met you</span></b></i></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And it won?t be long, would you notice</span></b></i></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If I left you</span></b></i></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And it?s fine for some</span></b></i></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cause you?re not the one,</span></b></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All night long, I laid on my pillow</span></b></i></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These things are wrong</span></b></i></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can?t sleep here</span></b></i></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So lonely, so lonely</span></b></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have decided to leave you forever</span></b></i></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have decided to start things from here</span></b></i></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thunder and lightning won?t change</span></b></i></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What I?m feeling</span></b></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And the daffodils look lovely today</span></b></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ol in your eyes I can see the disguise</span></b></i></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ol in your eyes I can see the dismay</span></b></i></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Has anyone seen lightning</span></b></i></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Has anyone looked lovely</span></b></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And the daffodils looked lovely today</span></b></i></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>Looked lovely</i></b></span></div></div><div><br />
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</div><div class="fr" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sou cada pedaço infernal de mim.</b></span></div><div class="fr" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Clarice Lispector </b></span></div><div class="fr" style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Avisem a todos que ele voltou. </b></span></div><div style="color: white; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Um beijo singular.</b></span></div>Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-78184558885883207862011-04-12T16:06:00.001-03:002011-05-13T16:53:07.100-03:00Altar Particular<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-CvVOOuyVpVi6ByfbSowkhBnDuzibgY7ujdtdBlM2WSR4IV7CyzP_e_lbtvdnqfR5wazO-mzkSDzVSC7jo1luep7h4_NL2gAa60bUGpZt3VqMU_oSDj6rsvh_CaILsMGPX1xWn2rIE4/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-CvVOOuyVpVi6ByfbSowkhBnDuzibgY7ujdtdBlM2WSR4IV7CyzP_e_lbtvdnqfR5wazO-mzkSDzVSC7jo1luep7h4_NL2gAa60bUGpZt3VqMU_oSDj6rsvh_CaILsMGPX1xWn2rIE4/s400/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Meu bem que hoje me pede pra apagar a luz</i></b></span></span></div></div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></i></b><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>E pôs meu frágil coração na cruz</i></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b></b></i></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>No teu penoso altar particular</i></b></span></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Sei lá, a tua ausência me causou o caos</i></b></span></div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></i></b><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>No breu de hoje eu sinto que</i></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b></b></i></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>O tempo da cura tornou a tristeza normal</i></b></span></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>E então, tu tome tento com meu coração</i></b></span></div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></i></b><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Não deixe ele vir na solidão</i></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b></b></i></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Encabulado por voltar a sós</i></b></span></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Depois, que o que é confuso te deixar sorrir</i></b></span></div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></i></b><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Tu me devolva o que tirou daqui</i></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b></b></i></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Que o meu peito se abre e desata os nós</i></b></span></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Se enfim, você um dia resolver mudar</i></b></span></div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></i></b><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Tirar meu pobre coração do altar</i></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b></b></i></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Me devolver, como se deve ser</i></b></span></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Ou então, dizer que dele resolveu cuidar</i></b></span></div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></i></b><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Tirar da cruz e o canonizar</i></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b></b></i></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Digo faço melhor do que lhe parecer</i></b></span></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Teu cais deve ficar em algum lugar assim</i></b></span></div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></i></b><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Tão longe quanto eu possa ver de mim</i></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b></b></i></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i>Onde ancoraste teu veleiro em flor</i></b></span></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Dona Valentina, uma solitária velha tecelã, confiava por linhas fracas e soltas, toda a composição de sua arte. Ela cheirava colo de avó, toques de lavanda e talco. Seus dedos remetiam à fubá. Aroma nostálgico e confortável. Tecia com detalhes e se apegava a eles... Coisas tão bobas, coitada, que só ela dava importância. Roda do destino. Dona Valentina tinha a criação em suas mãos, por isso me encantava tanto. Linhas finas que mantém o elo enfraquecido, que por total tolice ainda estavam ali. Pobre Dona Valentina, dando nó em bica d'água.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Insistia na tradição, afirmara seus laços ali e tinha medo das mudanças. Nunca se casou, muito menos teve filhos. Após a morte de sua mãe, inaugurou sua imersão na solidão. Frequentava à missa aos domingos de manhã, mas já sabia o caminho de cór, não era preciso olhar para os lados. Sobrevivia com sua arte, tecia para os outros a fim de encontrar o fio de sua história. Sei que na verdade tecia para ela mesma, criava laços como se gerasse um filho tamanho cuidado e zelo. E toda hora do parto, da separação, era dolorido.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Banho aos sábados para ir à missa aos domingos, mas nunca ousara se despir totalmente. Era um pudor. Além de seus falecidos parentes ninguém nunca ouvira sua vozinha falha e rouca. Talvez nem ela saiba mais usar as palavras. Acreditavam na cidade que era muda e ela se fazia de surda e prosseguia seu caminho reto. Acordava ainda de madrugada e começava a tecer, mente ociosa é oficina do diabo, dizia sua mãe. O som da noite despertando era sua música predileta... Diziam que D. Valentina era louca, todos os meninos das redondezas tinham medo dela, pois comentavam que possuía uma espingarda e atirava nas crianças que tentavam roubar seus pés de frutas. Espingarda realmente tinha, era uma herança de seu pai, aliás, único contato direto entre os dois. Tinha de se proteger, era moça de família, sua honra era seu bem mais valioso, mas nunca ousara sequer atirar contra o vento. Almoço de domingo era dia especial, comprava e fazia frango com quiabo... Estava com seu melhor vestido e sentava-se na varanda junto com as árvores. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Quando adormecia, conversava sozinha. Não podia dominar o silencio sempre. Vez ou outra ia à cidade para fazer compras e entregar os pedidos, sempre olhando reto, sem tocar os lábios e apenas afirmava ou negava quando a abordavam. Seu olhar vagava. Dona Valentina fazia jus a seu nome. Quisera alguém ter a coragem de se perder num profundo vale vazio. A mente desobedece ao silêncio, ela deseja gritar e o corpo não possui forças. E os sentidos? Desconhecidos. Sei que seus olhinhos lacrimejam saudade de algo que ela nem conheceu, mas mesmo assim sentiu. Passara pela vida sem nem notar. E em seu âmago emudecido, ela pede somente uma coisa a quem se aproxima: Me abrace forte. Nunca soube o que era isso.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Na noite em que Dona Valentina completava 87 anos olhou para o céu a procura de uma estrela. Os anjos clamavam palmas pra ela, ela sabia. Mesmo assim odiava aniversários. Quando voltou a olhar para o céu percebeu que a lua a observava. A senhorinha sentiu-se perturbada com aquilo, disparou a chorar e abraçar sua solidão em agonia. A lua no alto estava de olho nela, ela queria fazer isso parar. Não gostava que nada a observasse. Começou a respirar forte, incomodada, seu mundinho rodando e seus pés sem chão. A vida não permite ausência. Santa Maria mãe de Deus rogai por nós pecadores agora e na hora de nossa morte... Parou de repente surpresa! Respirou a noite, sorriu aos céus, foi em direção à lua, gritou para o mundo, dançou com o vento, beijou a terra molhada, tirou toda sua roupa e morreu. Amém.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white;"><br />
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</div><div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.5cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>"... Vós não sois absolutamente iguais a minha rosa, vós não sois nada ainda. Ninguém ainda vos cativou, nem cativastes a ninguém. Sois como era a minha raposa. Era uma raposa igual a cem mil outras. Mas eu fiz dela um amigo. Ela é agora única no mundo. </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em><strong><span style="color: white;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>E as rosas estavam desapontadas. </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em><strong><span style="color: white;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>- Sois belas, mas vazias, disse ele ainda: Não se pode morrer por vós. Minha rosa, sem dúvida um transeunte qualquer pensaria que se parece convosco. Ela sozinha é, porém mais importante que vós todas, pois foi a ela que eu reguei. Foi a ela que pus sob a redoma. Foi a ela que abriguei com o para vento. Foi dela que eu matei as larvas (exceto duas ou três por causa das borboletas). Foi a ela que eu escutei queixar-se ou gabar-se, ou mesmo calar-se algumas vezes. É a minha rosa. </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em><strong><span style="color: white;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>E voltou, então, à raposa : </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em><strong><span style="color: white;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>- Adeus, disse ele... </strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<em><strong><span style="color: white;"></span></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em><strong>- Adeus, disse a raposa. Eis o meu segredo. É muito simples: só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível para os olhos..." </strong></em></span></div></blockquote>Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-46225665349593521932011-02-14T16:12:00.007-02:002011-02-14T17:44:25.532-02:00Black Swan<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg71W5v5BAvur-HD41RTIbvJxdAoA22eNqTqbWCpAHUPWO0hRXXbWf7bv-Qhe1T3AAWSpsUAvcHH0O3n4tznVBKX_yX3ZfYbGghsXNVIJhLN3SlG9sQbEuNAvtlcMczEljgGS0MY9O0To/s1600/loveorletdie_black_swan_natalie_portman_vincent_cassel5.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm0pD-dXk7n0owB5rgf11oBC8o2tLVJbV0_XXJhvzjwiH9a8ykjkNVuvnaK2hTHom6ArTTCVqL3b7L5FdE-JDWarSwShHuZ2GYBDJvuE9OGEJlzH0VywzqvbCAFUwiRrq-kQ9jF7QjdlI/s1600/natalie-portman-em-poster-de-black-swan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm0pD-dXk7n0owB5rgf11oBC8o2tLVJbV0_XXJhvzjwiH9a8ykjkNVuvnaK2hTHom6ArTTCVqL3b7L5FdE-JDWarSwShHuZ2GYBDJvuE9OGEJlzH0VywzqvbCAFUwiRrq-kQ9jF7QjdlI/s400/natalie-portman-em-poster-de-black-swan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573610574131754018" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: 'times new roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >"I had the craziest dream last night about a girl who has turned into a swan, but her prince falls for the wrong girl</span></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: 'times new roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>...and she kills herself."</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: 'times new roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>(Black Swan)</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: 'times new roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: 'times new roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: 'times new roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: 'times new roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; ">Ontem tive um prazer nostálgico de ver Black Swan (Cisne Negro). Cada cena me remetia a sentidos distintos, muitas lembranças emergiram dos atos. Natalie Portman em uma atuação divina, emocionante, fantástica, sem definições. Fiquei sem palavras, não consigo descrever. Cada olhar, cada palavra, cada movimento de Natalie em perfeita sincronia e com uma carga de significados tão forte e penetrante que te consumia e te deixava sem ar. O Oscar tem que ser dela, impossível não ser. O trabalho realizado foi de esplendida verdade. Detalhes compassados. Expressões formadas em alto nível. Criação psicológica inigualável. Harmonia, surpresa, tensão, sedução e fragilidade numa composição valorativa. Nas próprias palavras da personagem protagonista Nina (Natalie Portman) ao final: Perfeito. O melhor </span></b><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; ">trabalho do diretor </span></b><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "><a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/diretores/darren-aronofsky"><span style="text-decoration: none; ">Darren Aronofsky</span></a></span> (Réquiem para um sonho).<o:p></o:p></b></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: 'times new roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: 'times new roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Bravo!</i></span></span></b></span></b></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: 'times new roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg71W5v5BAvur-HD41RTIbvJxdAoA22eNqTqbWCpAHUPWO0hRXXbWf7bv-Qhe1T3AAWSpsUAvcHH0O3n4tznVBKX_yX3ZfYbGghsXNVIJhLN3SlG9sQbEuNAvtlcMczEljgGS0MY9O0To/s400/loveorletdie_black_swan_natalie_portman_vincent_cassel5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573626222105934130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px; " /></span></b></span></i></span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><br /></span></b></span></i></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal; font-family: 'times new roman'; "><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> </i></span></o:p></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></p></span></div></span>Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-43695806795846328352011-02-02T14:45:00.004-02:002011-02-02T14:58:50.396-02:00Expectativas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqD5_NXv2XW7b_AHSUFwUsf7FE9uDiWsI9t_xu6EyceGTCH2Cmf0KjsD0Bhcow2oYUsGD9r4lcWYFqLW0noSumRWaF9YUQMsZfiEWJAEIfIL6UEmMChpui8UzmJ98gYbAleEbkl_ZgjbU/s1600/af6f29cba3788574cc1a6bb51580e152ecc30e55.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqD5_NXv2XW7b_AHSUFwUsf7FE9uDiWsI9t_xu6EyceGTCH2Cmf0KjsD0Bhcow2oYUsGD9r4lcWYFqLW0noSumRWaF9YUQMsZfiEWJAEIfIL6UEmMChpui8UzmJ98gYbAleEbkl_ZgjbU/s400/af6f29cba3788574cc1a6bb51580e152ecc30e55.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569137204619320546" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><div style="color: rgb(100, 100, 100); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 800;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right; line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; " ><b><i>Quando tá escuro e ninguém te ouve</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right; line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; " ><b><i>Quando chega a noite e você pode chorar</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right; line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; " ><b><i>Há uma luz no túnel dos desesperados</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right; line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; " ><b><i>Há um cais de porto pra quem precisa chegar</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right; line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; " ><b><i>Eu tô na lanterna dos afogados</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right; line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; " ><b><i>Eu tô te esperando, vê se não vai demorar</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;" ><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Uma noite longa por uma vida curta</span></span></i></b></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Mas já não me importa basta poder te ajudar</span></span></i></b></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">E são tantas marcas que já fazem parte</span></span></i></b></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Do que sou agora mas ainda sei me virar</span></span></i></b></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">Eu tô na lanterna dos afogados</span></span></i></b></span></div></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " >Eu tô te esperando vê se não vai demorar</span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span></i></b></span></div></span></i></span>Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-63213224565464281282011-01-25T19:23:00.004-02:002011-01-25T19:54:30.912-02:00Mentiras<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb33noToCFtj84IZLNt6UOn-Ox7L-9vZXhmJG1hFHJedRVz4E1t1vbNXdQo0lmTtfSYJY5bDCnK2wctzmWCEHXFM5VTWOjlx_Sxmb9a5kpv-4wAM7-_WqkYboUOXzkBLCahkzfwvkOVJQ/s1600/imagemsss.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566245154902699074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb33noToCFtj84IZLNt6UOn-Ox7L-9vZXhmJG1hFHJedRVz4E1t1vbNXdQo0lmTtfSYJY5bDCnK2wctzmWCEHXFM5VTWOjlx_Sxmb9a5kpv-4wAM7-_WqkYboUOXzkBLCahkzfwvkOVJQ/s400/imagemsss.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>Nada ficou no lugar</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>Eu quero entregar suas mentiras</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>Eu vou invadir sua aula</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>Eu quero falar sua língua...</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>Eu vou escrever no seu muro</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>E violentar o seu gosto</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>Eu quero roubar no seu jogo</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>Eu já arranhei os seus discos...</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>Que é pra ver se você volta,</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>Que é pra ver se você vem,</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>Que é pra ver se você olha,</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>Pra mim...</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>(Adriana Calcanhoto)</em></strong></span></div></div>Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-90525478667516269202010-12-29T15:12:00.002-02:002010-12-29T15:15:17.173-02:00Retrô<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwUqWlG0DFyGjFReU40xqkTYh9g4_6-N5wYVDAViMy0V9kLIKqSUWoyGiYNQfI23klQxB4lVhU6YjmogGXarUklIcxYYQqrwbv8PG7RvTCKFgwN_M0PmMQJEBcQWANqKEvx4IaV6OwHU/s1600/2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwUqWlG0DFyGjFReU40xqkTYh9g4_6-N5wYVDAViMy0V9kLIKqSUWoyGiYNQfI23klQxB4lVhU6YjmogGXarUklIcxYYQqrwbv8PG7RvTCKFgwN_M0PmMQJEBcQWANqKEvx4IaV6OwHU/s400/2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556153921852189282" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i> </i></b></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>Esse ano teve suas vírgulas. Tive momentos muito bons e outros nem tanto, mas os tive e isso que me interessa. Comecei o ano como sempre, odeio o verão.. Ainda mais quando ele distancia pessoas próximas da gente. Mas logo se iniciou o outono e com ele uma carga grande de trabalhos na faculdade, documentário a se realizar expectativas do novo semestre... Iniciei em uma assessoria de comunicação que me proporcionou aprendizado diferente e também convivências ínfimas com diversas situações. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>Descobri que não sou tão forte assim, mesmo querendo segurar todos no colo, me deixei de lado e precisava de uma atenção especial. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>Tive perdas nesse ano, mas que foram necessárias... Fortalecem-nos e é preciso abrir mao para um bem maior... Mas doeu e dói. Algo tão nosso se destrói e torna apenas fragmentos de lembranças. Deixa pra lá. Perdi-me em vários sentidos, mesmo sabendo que nunca me encontrei. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>De fato iniciou o inverno, veio férias de julho e a campanha eleitoral 2010 que me consumiu totalmente, principalmente com a volta do próximo semestre letivo. Mas com uma compania agradável a gente inventa situações de conforto e a criatividade se expande... <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>Primavera! Tive minha festa de 21 anos que ficou do jeito que queria e que tinha pessoas que eu gostava realmente, graças a ajuda daqueles que sempre estão conosco. E é claro o teatro, minha paixão que cresce a cada dia... circulando em cada veia minha.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>Mais uma vez tentei deturpar meus sentidos e ocultar meus sentimentos. Não era justo comigo e resolvi expor tudo que se via claramente com os olhos do coração. </i></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>Agradeço às pessoas que tenho ao meu redor, todas. Vivo por vocês. Nesse reino de princesas, bebes, pequenos príncipes, panelinhas, laços de família e arte. Reinvento todos os dias minha historia. E o final? Ah esse eu não quero saber... Que venha mais um capitulo! </i></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i>Bem vindo 2011! Ao lado de todos vocês... </i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-15240336743257651402010-12-24T18:22:00.000-02:002010-12-24T18:23:33.957-02:00Feliz Natal!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtn2RERYUmca6QKeb8kAKRiaeY7oYLi01B4TJ5AnRbqaJ6SSS2-AkyXedCgx153QsPbqOLnatM9EnqRgs80VHvqjagixJigeBv9r2oK-6OsKhFduYP6d2sqUWW_3-IYl7u3CJSmlWaIkw/s1600/prince.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554346962419975794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtn2RERYUmca6QKeb8kAKRiaeY7oYLi01B4TJ5AnRbqaJ6SSS2-AkyXedCgx153QsPbqOLnatM9EnqRgs80VHvqjagixJigeBv9r2oK-6OsKhFduYP6d2sqUWW_3-IYl7u3CJSmlWaIkw/s400/prince.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-48991046920335357032010-12-09T14:36:00.002-02:002010-12-09T14:45:48.822-02:00Nosso Altar Particular<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgCMS1iH-wMXgp29nT1GGRaQtKCc4Bc5svxbHhC9pA7O1L4R3kGwGWlBRySH_nqF6glqwMWaJmaq1YE6EuocOZv2V0WrdwF4ZjdiukYZTqZY37PAR0vYSmojZ41Z_fxq3dCTiTNME0Z0/s1600/tumblr_l8m0n4ovfr1qcu5oi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgCMS1iH-wMXgp29nT1GGRaQtKCc4Bc5svxbHhC9pA7O1L4R3kGwGWlBRySH_nqF6glqwMWaJmaq1YE6EuocOZv2V0WrdwF4ZjdiukYZTqZY37PAR0vYSmojZ41Z_fxq3dCTiTNME0Z0/s400/tumblr_l8m0n4ovfr1qcu5oi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548724663350117170" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">"... Jaz o nosso “de hoje em diante” e a historia passa a ser escrita “de cá para trás”, batemos a porta do amanhã na cara da felicidade, libertando da gaiola somente a araponga do passado, e em um vôo franco, apenas as recordações alcançarão nosso céu, somente lembranças transarão o nosso ardor</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><i><br />Um pouco morto...eu vivo. Por muito pouco... não levanto. Com tanto pranto... não tenho socorro. Sem o seu sopro... meu vento é o choro. De qualquer morro... desabo amargura. Na secura da saudade... atado me esqueço. De um grande amor...vencido despeço. Meu preço no agora...é uma nota rasgada. O afeto se lançou da escada...partiu nosso sonho ao meio..."</i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><i>Caio Sóh</i></b></span></span></div>Gustavo Freitashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10182885838086907294noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507248088590509869.post-18906424612956925952010-12-01T15:00:00.004-02:002010-12-01T15:16:29.177-02:00::: Quem vai queimar?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_c8e4N2BaY52tdUYSyTAc7WxN19A9dal-X8wBIkx4kgvXBjA5GP2jWhGx2ubIKtMqtVr3PlEsiERAbaEx9ttRMAJ9i-iyv8yEGkjMeIb-5m4znG0k6G2fElCnf02Ai5xkjrUkIuM1vc/s1600/bruxa+4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_c8e4N2BaY52tdUYSyTAc7WxN19A9dal-X8wBIkx4kgvXBjA5GP2jWhGx2ubIKtMqtVr3PlEsiERAbaEx9ttRMAJ9i-iyv8yEGkjMeIb-5m4znG0k6G2fElCnf02Ai5xkjrUkIuM1vc/s400/bruxa+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545763489513838770" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><p style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "></p><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Encaixotem os livres</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Desinfectem os cantos</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Estuprem as mulheres</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Brutalizem os homens</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Despedacem os fracos</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Enfeitem a moda</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sodomizem as crianças</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Escravizem os velhos</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Fabriquem as armas</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Destruam as casas</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Façam render a guerra</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Escolham os heróis</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: right;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "></p><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >E queimem as bruxas</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Deixa queimar...</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >E queimem as bruxas</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Quem vai queimar?</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: right;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "></p><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Empurrem conselhos</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Forneçam as drogas</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Engulam a comida</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Disfarcem bem a culpa</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Protejam a igreja</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Perdoem os pecados</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Condenem os feitiços</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Decidam quem vai morrer</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Contaminem a escola</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Violentem os virgens</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Aprisionem os livros</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Escrevam a história</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: right;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "></p><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >E queimem as bruxas</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Deixa queimar...</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >E queimem as bruxas</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Quem vai queimar?</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: right;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "></p><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Quem ordena a execução</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Não acende a fogueira</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Pai, rogai por nós)</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Quem ordena a execução</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Não acende a fogueira</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Pai, rogai por nós)</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Quem ordena a execução</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Não acende a fogueira</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Pai, rogai por nós)</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Quem ordena a execução</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Não acende a fogueira</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Pai, rogai por nós)</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: right;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "></p><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >E queimem as bruxas</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Deixa queimar...</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: right;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></i></span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: right;border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Pitty</span></span></span></i></span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;border-top-width: 0px; 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