<?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-8347712763509090967</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:31:57.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.18 Sekúndur Fyrir Sólarupprás.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The man who sold the world.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637280978392995484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-5831053483015671948</id><published>2009-11-13T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:06:57.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Veja o animal nesta jaula que você construiu&lt;br /&gt;Você está certo de que lado você está?&lt;br /&gt;Melhor não olhar pra ele muito próximo ao olho&lt;br /&gt;Você está certo de que do lado do vidro você está?&lt;br /&gt;Veja a segurança de vida que você construiu&lt;br /&gt;Tudo onde isto pertence&lt;br /&gt;Sinta a solidão dentro do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;E tudo estará&lt;br /&gt;Bem aonde isso pertence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se tudo em sua volta&lt;br /&gt;Não é exatamente como parece&lt;br /&gt;E se todo esse mundo que você acha que conhece&lt;br /&gt;É um sonho elaborado?&lt;br /&gt;E se você olhar pro seu reflexo&lt;br /&gt;Isso é tudo que queria ser?&lt;br /&gt;E se você podesse ver através das rachaduras&lt;br /&gt;Você iria se encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Se encontrar com medo de olhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se todo esse mundo está dentro da sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;apenas criação da sua própria imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Seus demônios e seus Deuses&lt;br /&gt;Todas as vidas e mortes&lt;br /&gt;E você realmente está sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Você pode viver nesta ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Você pode escolher acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Você continua procurando mas não consegue encontrar as palavras&lt;br /&gt;que você esconde nos seus sonhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se tudo em sua volta&lt;br /&gt;Não é exatamente como parece&lt;br /&gt;E se todo esse mundo que você acha que conhece&lt;br /&gt;É um sonho elaborado?&lt;br /&gt;E se você olhar pro seu reflexo&lt;br /&gt;Isso é tudo que queria ser?&lt;br /&gt;E se você podesse ver através das rachaduras&lt;br /&gt;Você iria se encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Se encontrar com medo de olhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-5831053483015671948?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/5831053483015671948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347712763509090967&amp;postID=5831053483015671948' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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isso passar por cima&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu acredito em você minha alma consegue descansar&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor é um verdadeiro amor&lt;br /&gt;Ele nunca falha, mas falhas comete&lt;br /&gt;Quando você brilha como o sol&lt;br /&gt;Você parece ser minha única companhia, minha única amiga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você fica tão bonita de branco&lt;br /&gt;Bonita quando você é confiável&lt;br /&gt;Tão bonita de branco&lt;br /&gt;Bonita quando você é confiável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não ligo a maior parte do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Mas você me empurrou tão para dentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-3593506152883859648?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3593506152883859648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347712763509090967&amp;postID=3593506152883859648' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/3593506152883859648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/3593506152883859648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/2008/10/faithful.html' title='.faith.'/><author><name>The man who sold the world.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637280978392995484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-2951590816942957514</id><published>2008-09-16T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:12:01.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Posso pouco&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é risco de vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem você no corpo&lt;br /&gt;É como pingar limão e andar no sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso pouco&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é risco de vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem você no corpo&lt;br /&gt;É como pingar limão e andar no sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingar limão e andar no sol&lt;br /&gt;Pingar limão....&lt;br /&gt;E andar no sol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classificados, tapetes, pratos&lt;br /&gt;Passos largos e embaraçados&lt;br /&gt;No caminho, o asfalto&lt;br /&gt;Comendo poeira e vento&lt;br /&gt;Jogando álcool e fósforo&lt;br /&gt;Na direção do seu portão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a moda agora é botar fogo em ônibus&lt;br /&gt;E a classe média de mexer com tóxico&lt;br /&gt;Pro meu amor passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão, em seu fogão&lt;br /&gt;4 bocas ocupadas e a quinta calada&lt;br /&gt;Observa a dissertação.... e nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia arrependido&lt;br /&gt;Com o que eu pus na Coca-Cola&lt;br /&gt;Pra te ligar e descobrir que a coragem&lt;br /&gt;Tem gosto de guarda-chuva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto esforço pra lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Pra depois tentar esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Medulla - Gosto de Guarda-Chuva]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-2951590816942957514?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2951590816942957514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347712763509090967&amp;postID=2951590816942957514' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/2951590816942957514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/2951590816942957514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/2008/09/posso-pouco-tudo-risco-de-vida-sem-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>The man who sold the world.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637280978392995484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-2639030947251340229</id><published>2008-08-27T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:51:43.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.idadedainocência.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nós dispensamos os guias turísticos&lt;br /&gt;Pra percorrer essas ruas sem preocupação&lt;br /&gt;Conformados em descascar tinta&lt;br /&gt;De nossos ossos, descaradamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais o olho sobre vocês&lt;br /&gt;Não mais o simples homem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desolação sim, hesitação não&lt;br /&gt;Como vocês devem ter imaginado&lt;br /&gt;Tudo nunca é revelado&lt;br /&gt;Desolação sim, hesitação não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E em minhas súplicas eu sonho só&lt;br /&gt;Um discurso silencioso pra um ouvido surdo&lt;br /&gt;Se quiseres amor, deves ser amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas se sangrares amor irás morrer amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não mais a mentira sobre vocês&lt;br /&gt;Talhada em pedra e na penumbra do Outono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desolação sim, hesitação não&lt;br /&gt;Como vocês devem ter sentido&lt;br /&gt;Não voltaremos pra casa&lt;br /&gt;Desolação sim, hesitação não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes dos ritos da Primavera&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas farão sentido&lt;br /&gt;Um gostinho do que poderá vir&lt;br /&gt;Uma mero lampejo do que passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque neste momento estamos livres&lt;br /&gt;Buscamos assegurar nossa libertação&lt;br /&gt;Jovem demais pra morrer, rico demais pra se importar&lt;br /&gt;Puto demais pra declarar que estive lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desolação sim, hesitação não&lt;br /&gt;Como vocês devem ter imaginado&lt;br /&gt;Não voltaremos pra casa&lt;br /&gt;Desolação sim, hesitação não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-2639030947251340229?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2639030947251340229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347712763509090967&amp;postID=2639030947251340229' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/2639030947251340229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/2639030947251340229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/2008/08/eradainocncia.html' title='.idadedainocência.'/><author><name>The man who sold the world.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637280978392995484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-2862496454068601612</id><published>2008-08-10T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:17:31.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.þreyttur, uppgefinn, leiður.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now I'm goin' through changes, changes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God , I feel so frustrated lately  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When I get suffocated, save me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now I'm goin' through changes, changes  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-2862496454068601612?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/2862496454068601612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347712763509090967&amp;postID=2862496454068601612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/2862496454068601612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/2862496454068601612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/2008/08/reyttur-uppgefinn-leiur.html' title='.þreyttur, uppgefinn, leiður.'/><author><name>The man who sold the world.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637280978392995484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-7666007485724664069</id><published>2008-07-01T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:54:30.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alegria é olhar pro teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E ter você sempre ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Alegria é  estar junto a você&lt;br /&gt;E poder ser seu namorado, o seu namorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria é olhar pra sua boca&lt;br /&gt;E poder ver sua pele macia&lt;br /&gt;Alegria é poder  olhar seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E dizer que será sempre minha, será sempre minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo incomensuralvemente&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-7666007485724664069?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/7666007485724664069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347712763509090967&amp;postID=7666007485724664069' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/7666007485724664069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/7666007485724664069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/2008/07/ano-1.html' title='Ano 1'/><author><name>The man who sold the world.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637280978392995484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-7167267760138151620</id><published>2008-06-17T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:36:49.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Então,&lt;br /&gt;Então você acha que consegue distinguir o céu do inferno, céus azuis da dor...&lt;br /&gt;Você consegue distinguir um campo verde de um frio trilho de aço? &lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso de um disfarce?&lt;br /&gt;Você acha que consegue distinguir??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizeram você trocar seus heróis por fantasmas?&lt;br /&gt;Cinzas quentes por árvores?&lt;br /&gt;Ar quente por uma brisa fria? Um triste consolo por mudança?&lt;br /&gt;Você trocou um papel de coadjuvante na guerra por um papel principal numa cela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu queria, como eu queria que você estivesse aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Somos apenas duas almas perdidas nadando num aquário, ano após&lt;br /&gt;Ano, correndo sobre este mesmo velho chão.&lt;br /&gt;O que encontramos? Os mesmos velhos medos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria que você estivesse aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-7167267760138151620?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/7167267760138151620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347712763509090967&amp;postID=7167267760138151620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/7167267760138151620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/7167267760138151620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/2008/06/ento-ento-voc-acha-que-consegue.html' title=''/><author><name>The man who sold the world.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637280978392995484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-104258556845615335</id><published>2008-06-05T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:57:02.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talking to the songbird yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Flew me to a past not far away&lt;br /&gt;She's a  little pilot in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs of love to pass the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna  write a song so she can see&lt;br /&gt;Give her all the love she gives to me&lt;br /&gt;Talk of  better days that have yet to come&lt;br /&gt;Never felt this love from  anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man can never dream these kinds of  things&lt;br /&gt;Especially when she came and spread her wings&lt;br /&gt;Whispered in my ear  the things I'd like&lt;br /&gt;Then she flew away into the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna write a  song so she can see&lt;br /&gt;Give her all the love she gives to me&lt;br /&gt;Talk of better  days that have yet to come&lt;br /&gt;Never felt this love from anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not  anyone.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not anyone &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-104258556845615335?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/104258556845615335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347712763509090967&amp;postID=104258556845615335' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/104258556845615335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/104258556845615335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/2008/06/talking-to-songbird-yesterday-flew-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The man who sold the world.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637280978392995484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-1285861348816952544</id><published>2008-05-22T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:46:45.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Narelle diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;segunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;calunga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;eaweiwae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;liga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;´pra fazer pergunta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;pra ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bart  [.Olga (L)]                            .Brjóst+Tönn.L.                        .no, thanks. diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;aehiuhaeaehiuhaeiuhaeiuheiuahiuaeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bart  [.Olga (L)]                            .Brjóst+Tönn.L.                        .no, thanks. diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;oxe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bart  [.Olga (L)]                            .Brjóst+Tönn.L.                        .no, thanks. diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;ligo vei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bart  [.Olga (L)]                            .Brjóst+Tönn.L.                        .no, thanks. diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;pergunto oq?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;pergunta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;o q q eu faço calunga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;tenho nada pra fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bart  [.Olga (L)]                            .Brjóst+Tönn.L.                        .no, thanks. diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;aeuheaiuhaeiuehaiuhaeiuhiaehaeuuaehueahae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bart  [.Olga (L)]                            .Brjóst+Tönn.L.                        .no, thanks. diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;éééé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;ele vai falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;uaiiiiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:21):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;tanta coisa pra fazer meu filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:22):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;vc fika na vagabundagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bart  [.Olga (L)]                            .Brjóst+Tönn.L.                        .no, thanks. diz (00:22):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;auihauiauiaueiauiehuiaehuaeih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:22):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:22):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bart  [.Olga (L)]                            .Brjóst+Tönn.L.                        .no, thanks. diz (00:22):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;aehaeiuhaeiuaheiuheauhaeuiheauiheauiahe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Narelle diz (00:22):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;:o)      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda, 18hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-1285861348816952544?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1285861348816952544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347712763509090967&amp;postID=1285861348816952544' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/1285861348816952544'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-6349220165940212454</id><published>2008-05-09T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T19:42:46.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fale comigo em uma linguagem que eu possa entender.&lt;br /&gt;Alegre-me antes que eu tenha que ir.&lt;br /&gt;Imerso em pensamentos eu perdôo qualquer um&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto as tortuosas ruas cumprimentam-me novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu não posso me atrasar, o jantar está esperando na mesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amanhã é apenas uma desculpa qualquer,&lt;br /&gt;Então eu arrumo a minha gola e enfrento o frio sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;A terra zomba de mim debaixo de meus pesados pés&lt;br /&gt;Na blasfêmia do meu andar estridente.&lt;br /&gt;A torre me guia para o meu amor e para minha casa.&lt;br /&gt;O sol nasce e morre novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que conseguirei, o amor pode durar para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;Graciosos cisnes nunca tombam nesta terra.&lt;br /&gt;E você pode fazer isso durar, eternamente.&lt;br /&gt;Você pode fazer isso durar, eternamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por um instante eu fiquei incosciente, envolvido pelos prazeres do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu viajei daqui para lá e de volta novamente,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nos mesmos velhos lugares eu ainda encontro meus amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Mistérios ainda não prontos para revelar&lt;br /&gt;Simpatias, eu estou pronto para recompensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me esforçarei, o amor pode durar para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;Graciosos cisnes nunca tombam nesta terra.&lt;br /&gt;O amanhã é apenas uma desculpa&lt;br /&gt;E você pode fazer isso durar, eternamente.&lt;br /&gt;Você pode fazer isso durar, eternamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moda de cursos&lt;/span&gt;. Todo mundo fazendo curso. Curso pré-vestibular, curso de pós-graduação, curso de &lt;s&gt;datilografia&lt;/s&gt; digitação, caligrafia, geografia, etc. Curso de inglês e outras línguas como francês, né amor? Curso de informática, matemática, etc. Curso&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt;. Todo mundo ocupado, fazendo um curso qualquer, logo eu não poderia ficar de fora. Queria fazer curso de islandês (leia-se língua mais bem feita e linda do mundo), porém só tem pela net. Foi aí que me sugeriram fazer os novos cursos que a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fundação Oswaldo Cruz de Educação e Ciência -extensão UFSM/PUC- SP/ USP&lt;/span&gt; está oferecendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Agora o grande mistério da humanidade sobre o comportamento masculino será ministrado neste mês pela Fundação Oswaldo Cruz de Educação e Ciência- extensão UFSM/PUC- SP/ USP, para homens de 14 a 100 anos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Devido à complexidade e dificuldade de assimilação dos temas, os cursos terão um máximo de 8 participantes. As inscrições estarão abertas durante a próxima semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tema 1 - Como se enche as fôrmas de gelo. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;( passo a passo, com apresentação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;de slides)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tema 2 - O rolo de papel higiênico: será que nasce no porta-rolos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; (Mesa redonda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tema 3 - É possível urinar levantando a tampa e sem respingar no vaso?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; (Práticas em grupo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tema 4 - Diferenças fundamentais entre o cesto de roupa suja e o chão. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(desenhos e gráficos esclarecedores)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tema 5 - A louça do almoço: levita sozinha até a pia? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(exemplos em vídeo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tema 6 - Perde-se a identidade se não tiver na mão o controle remoto da TV?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tema 7 - Fazer a mala: incompetência nata ou capacidade mental progressiva?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; (iniciação lúdica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tema 8 - Como aprender a encontrar coisas, começando por procurar no lugar certo em vez de remexer a casa toda aos gritos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; (passo a passo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tema 9 - Oferecer flores à namorada não é prejudicial à saúde. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(gráficos e montagem audiovisual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tema 10 - Os verdadeiros homens também pedem orientações a estranhos quando se perdem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;depoimentos verídicos de comprovados machos e conferência)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tema 11 - O homem no lugar de co-piloto: é geneticamente possível não dar compulsivamente palpites durante as manobras de estacionamento!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tema 12 - Aprendendo a viver: diferenças básicas entre mãe e esposa. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(aula virtual com prática presencial).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tema 13 - Como ser acompanhante em shoppings, sem protestar. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(exercícios de relaxamento e autocontrole)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tema 14 - Como lutar contra a atrofia cerebral: recordar aniversários, outras datas importantes e telefonar quando se atrasa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Encerramento do curso e entrega de diplomas aos sobreviventes na sede da reitoria centro-PRAE( pró reitoria de assuntos estudantis) de qualquer um dos locais de extensão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu vou fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Tou pensando seriamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-4902608252539065228?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/4902608252539065228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347712763509090967&amp;postID=4902608252539065228' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/4902608252539065228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/4902608252539065228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/2008/04/moda-de-cursos.html' title=''/><author><name>The man who sold the world.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637280978392995484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-3652664787083165025</id><published>2008-04-04T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:38:22.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise [21h 08min 18s]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bakvið skýjaból vaknar sól úr dvala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Svalar sér við kalda dropa regnsins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;leikur sér við heita loga eldsins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Býr til regnboga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[Por trás das nuvens, um sol acorda de sua letargia&lt;br /&gt;Refresca-se com algumas pequenas gotas de chuva&lt;br /&gt;Brinca com as chamas quentes do fogo&lt;br /&gt;Faz arco-íris.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saman við erum ósigrandi ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-3652664787083165025?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/3652664787083165025/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-4212990799281331640</id><published>2008-03-31T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:09:45.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maçãs + Laranjas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se o sol se recusar a brilhar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se as nuvens se recusarem a chover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se o vento se recusar a soprar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se os mares se recusarem a ondularem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se o mundo se recusasse a girar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se as estrelas hesitassem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se o que for não for verdade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o que você irá fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se o que for você não for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isso significa que você tem que perder? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Procurando pela sensação de alguma coisa nova]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se o silêncio lhe fizesse dormir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se o ar pudesse lhe fazer respirar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se as palavras trouxessem você aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se esse som pudesse lhe trazer paz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se o que for não for verdade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que você irá fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Procurando pela sensação de alguma coisa nova]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se o que for você não for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isso significa que você tem que perder? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Isso vem dos seus pensamentos, seus sonhos e visões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arrancado de suas semanas e indecisões&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se o sol se recusar a brilhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se as nuvens se recusarem a chover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se o mundo se recusasse a girar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se os relógios hesitassem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se o que for não for verdade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que você irá fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se o que for você não for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isso significa que você tem que perder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Procurando pela sensação de alguma coisa nova] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isso significa que você tem que escolher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o sentimento de algo novo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isso significa que você tem que perder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;os pensamentos que você não pode perder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;O que você irá fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-4212990799281331640?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/4212990799281331640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347712763509090967&amp;postID=4212990799281331640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/4212990799281331640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/4212990799281331640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/2008/03/mas-laranjas.html' title='Maçãs + Laranjas'/><author><name>The man who sold the world.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637280978392995484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-859251990164605203</id><published>2008-03-23T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:21:38.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.LUTO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"...I  think you're crazy, maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  I think you're crazy, maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I will see you  in the next life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Adeus, amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-859251990164605203?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/859251990164605203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-254844052173168064</id><published>2008-03-16T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:43:06.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Það besta sem guð hefur skapað er nýr dagur [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ég er kominn aftur&lt;br /&gt;Inn i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;þ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ig&lt;br /&gt;Það er svo gott að vera hér&lt;br /&gt;En stoppa stutt við&lt;br /&gt;Eg flýt um i neðarsjávar hýði&lt;br /&gt;A hóteli beintengdur við rafmagnstöfluna og nærist&lt;br /&gt;En biðin gerir mig leiðan - Brot hættan sparka frá mér&lt;br /&gt;Og kall a - Verð að fara – Hjálp!&lt;br /&gt;Eg spring ut og friðurinn i loft upp&lt;br /&gt;Baðaður nýju ljósi&lt;br /&gt;Eg græt og eg græt – Aftengdur&lt;br /&gt;Onýttur heili settur a brjóst&lt;br /&gt;Og mataður af svefn-g-englum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;[.leita að ágætis byrjun en verð að vonbrigðum.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;em islandês mesmo =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-254844052173168064?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/254844052173168064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-1625116696773343212</id><published>2008-03-14T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:11:18.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Það besta sem guð hefur skapað er nýr dagur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Vá em frente&lt;br /&gt;Faça nossos sonhos se realizarem&lt;br /&gt;Não desista da briga, você estará certa&lt;br /&gt;Porque não há ninguém como você no universo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo do que a sua mente esconde&lt;br /&gt;Você deveria resistir&lt;br /&gt;Resistir, pelo que você acredita&lt;br /&gt;E essa noite nós podemos verdadeiramente dizer que juntos somos invencíveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E durante a luta, eles irão nos rebaixar&lt;br /&gt;Mas por favor, por favor,&lt;br /&gt;Vamos usar essa chance para reverter as coisas&lt;br /&gt;E essa noite nós podemos verdadeiramente dizer que juntos somos invencíveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça isso por si mesma&lt;br /&gt;Não faz diferença pra mim o que você deixa pra trás,&lt;br /&gt;O que você escolhe pra ser e qualquer coisa que disserem.&lt;br /&gt;Sua alma é inquebrável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;E durante a luta, eles irão nos rebaixar&lt;br /&gt;Mas por favor, por favor,&lt;br /&gt;Vamos usar essa chance para reverter as coisas&lt;br /&gt;E essa noite nós podemos verdadeiramente dizer que juntos somos invencíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntos, somos invencíveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ég eslka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;þig &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-1625116696773343212?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/1625116696773343212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347712763509090967&amp;postID=1625116696773343212' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/1625116696773343212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/1625116696773343212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/2008/03/besta-sem-gu-hefur-skapa-er-nr-dagur.html' title='Það besta sem guð hefur skapað er nýr dagur'/><author><name>The man who sold the world.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637280978392995484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-6654051358050808349</id><published>2008-03-12T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T18:23:35.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.subterraneanhomesickalien.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The breath of the morning&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting the smell of the warm summer  air&lt;br /&gt;I live in a town where you can't smell a thing&lt;br /&gt;You watch your  feet for cracks in the pavement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up above, aliens hover&lt;br /&gt;Making  home movies for the folks back home&lt;br /&gt;Of all these weird  creatures who lock up their spirits&lt;br /&gt;Drill holes in themselves and live  for their secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all uptight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish  that they'd swoop down in a country lane&lt;br /&gt;Late at night when I'm  driving&lt;br /&gt;Take me on board their beautiful ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Show me the world as I'd  love to see it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe&lt;br /&gt;They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely&lt;br /&gt;I'd show them  the stars and the meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;They'd shut me away but I'd be all  right&lt;br /&gt;All right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just uptight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Como eu queria que isso realmente acontecesse =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-6654051358050808349?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/6654051358050808349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347712763509090967&amp;postID=6654051358050808349' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/6654051358050808349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/6654051358050808349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/2008/03/21h-08min-18s-sunrise.html' title='.subterraneanhomesickalien.'/><author><name>The man who sold the world.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637280978392995484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347712763509090967.post-7934723050917424648</id><published>2008-03-10T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:42:25.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 segundos antes do nascer do sol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Muita coisa pode acontecer em tão pouco tempo.  Coisas grandes, que podem mudar nossas vidas para sempre. Alegria e tristeza. Cura e doença. Paz e guerra. Vida e morte. Aqueles poucos segundos antes de se tomar uma decisão. Aqueles poucos segundos que foram a única oportunidade que tínhamos apara mudar algo e simplesmente deixamos escapar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oportunidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;En í dag á ég að bjarga sem flestum flugum. Með spotta í skip ég er með í hvorri hendi - Ákveðinn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Mas hoje eu salvarei tantas moscas quanto eu posso. Em cada mão carregarei uma rede - Determinado]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Your Unreal Is Here ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347712763509090967-7934723050917424648?l=yourunrealishere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/feeds/7934723050917424648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8347712763509090967&amp;postID=7934723050917424648' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/7934723050917424648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347712763509090967/posts/default/7934723050917424648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourunrealishere.blogspot.com/2008/03/18-segundos-antes-do-nascer-do-sol.html' title='18 segundos antes do nascer do sol...'/><author><name>The man who sold the world.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15637280978392995484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
