<?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-1751391198226924779</id><updated>2011-12-15T23:26:08.884-02:00</updated><category term='Onda Limpa'/><category term='Mika'/><category term='Pink'/><category term='Ecologia'/><category term='Hot Chip'/><category term='Moda'/><category term='Familia'/><category term='Bjork'/><category term='Britney Spears'/><category term='São Paulo'/><category term='Beyonce'/><category term='Filmes'/><category term='Adam Lambert'/><category term='Regina Spektor'/><category term='poema'/><category term='Igreja'/><category term='Madonna'/><category term='Diario'/><category term='Protesto'/><category term='Nelly Furtado'/><category term='Mãos que Ajudam'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Katy Perry'/><category term='Garbage'/><category term='One Tree Hill'/><category term='UKISS'/><category term='Oasis'/><category term='Lady Gaga'/><category term='Imagens'/><category term='Noticias'/><category term='Poemas'/><category term='Festa'/><category term='Musica'/><category term='Meio Ambiente'/><category term='Black Eyed Peas'/><category term='Amigos'/><category term='Taylor Swift'/><category term='Horoscopo'/><category term='Regina Spektor; Musica'/><category term='Poesias'/><category term='Video'/><category term='David Guetta'/><category term='Jordin Sparks'/><category term='Kelly Rowland'/><title type='text'>chronicles about life and death</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-2457371499729729892</id><published>2011-11-07T17:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:24:51.175-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Num mundo desconhecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu nunca pensei que fosse viver longe de todos que eu amo e dizer adeus..&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sou o rei do metrô, onde ninguem me conhece, mas quando ando pela rua, escuto eles falarem&lt;br /&gt;"Lá vai ele, aquele cara louco..Ele pensa que é alguém no mundo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Então eu fecho meus ouvidos e sonho porque a vida nunca é o que parece.&lt;br /&gt;Em todo mistério, há uma verdade eu entendo que voce nao encherga.&lt;br /&gt;Você entende o que estou construindo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Em todas as ruas há uma lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;Uma época e lugar onde não posso estar de novo.&lt;br /&gt;As luzes da cidade brilham vermelho, verde e amarelo também&lt;br /&gt;Você deixa os sinais te dizerem o que fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vá em frente e não acredite, não obedeça, não se renda.&lt;br /&gt;Porque todos precisam de uma forma de respirar&lt;br /&gt;E ninguem pode dizer como amar e sonhar.. Não, ninguem pode me parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não importam os relâmpagos ou trovões ou Chuvas torrenciais&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma enchente vai me inundar, nenhum rio vai me afogar.&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia voce estiver num mundo desconhecido, saiba..&lt;br /&gt;Voce vai vencer..&amp;nbsp; Eu já estive lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-2457371499729729892?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2457371499729729892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=2457371499729729892' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2457371499729729892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2457371499729729892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2011/11/num-mundo-desconhecido.html' title='Num mundo desconhecido'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-1531719315945862190</id><published>2011-10-19T18:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:46:13.134-02:00</updated><title type='text'>lmo</title><content type='html'>parece que somos apenas um conto de fadas sem um final feliz.&lt;br /&gt;será que não estamos apenas fingindo que somos felizes ou satisfeitos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-1531719315945862190?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/1531719315945862190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=1531719315945862190' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1531719315945862190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1531719315945862190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2011/10/lmo.html' title='lmo'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-5264139146019515798</id><published>2011-10-18T12:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T19:02:27.822-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero um amor dificil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Porque eu me interesso mais quando fica complicado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quando eu beijo, espero sentir emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quando eu danço, não quero te ver parado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;QUando eu mostro que te quero, espero que entenda e se renda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas se voce fizer tudo que eu espero, então vou te desprezar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Porque eu gosto do dificil, do amargo, do sofrido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu perdoo todos os seus pecados com minhas lagrimas de sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;e aceito todas as suas mentiras quando elas vem com seu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Em cinco minutos voce me dá uma vida de lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Me faz rir, me faz chorar.. é tão difícil que vai me fazer rastejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Voce faz o que quer e deixa o mundo curtindo as loucuras publicas que fazemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu quero fugir mas continuo fazendo planos de como chamar sua atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O que é certo não me interessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O que eu deveria fazer, já não faço desde que te conheci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nao quero nada diferente disso. Nao ligo a minima pro que as pessoas entendem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;torço pra que seja voce, meu amor dificil. &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/1751391198226924779-5264139146019515798?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/5264139146019515798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=5264139146019515798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5264139146019515798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5264139146019515798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-quero-um-amor-dificil.html' title='Eu quero um amor dificil.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-1889445178058605137</id><published>2011-07-19T13:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T13:51:21.437-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paciência</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede um pouco mais de calma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo quando o corpo pede um pouco mais de alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto todo mundo espera a cura do mal e a loucura finge que isso tudo é normal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O mundo vai girando cada vez mais veloz, a gente espera do mundo, e o mundo espera de nós um pouco mais de paciência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que é tempo que lhe falta pra perceber? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que temos esse tempo pra perder? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E quem quer saber ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A vida não pára.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-1889445178058605137?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/1889445178058605137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=1889445178058605137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1889445178058605137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1889445178058605137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2011/07/paciencia.html' title='Paciência'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-1208664279262844872</id><published>2011-07-16T02:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T02:21:31.909-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez eu seja louco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sempre fui classificado como muito magro e branquelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;mas nunca tive medo de ser julgado e comparado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Não tentar e se calar para manter a vida pacata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;é decidir continuar morto, estando vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;O amor é um conto de fadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;uma antologia de cliches e fantasias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu embarco. Decidi acreditar, farei o melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Só consigo enchergar uma maneira para que sejamos dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Para me salvar e também a você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez eu seja um louco escravo do meu velho eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Prefiro ser louco do que dividir você com outra pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-1208664279262844872?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/1208664279262844872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=1208664279262844872' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1208664279262844872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1208664279262844872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2011/07/talvez-eu-seja-louco.html' title='Talvez eu seja louco'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-301610892273973287</id><published>2011-07-14T16:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T11:34:25.485-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Hell Inside;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Seu toque denuncia. Você é a mais doce maldição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Seu abraço me empurra para o mais terrivel abismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;eu v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;iajo pelo mundo numa ambulância, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;colecionando historias de terror e ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Não amo estar com voce. Nao amo suas mentiras, mas a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Voce me machuca, me faz sangrar. Descubro a vida e a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Você é a luz negra, a bebida seca, a mentira que me faz ser eu mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Meu odio, meu sonho, minhas alegrias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nao tenta me salvar, nem me curar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nao me quer bem... Mas me mantem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ficar sozinho está fora de cogitação. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;legria nunca foi uma opção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Minha pequena porção de self hell inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sem&amp;nbsp;salvação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-301610892273973287?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/301610892273973287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=301610892273973287' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/301610892273973287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/301610892273973287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2011/07/self-hell-inside.html' title='Self Hell Inside;'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-779304788706394024</id><published>2011-03-14T12:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:47:29.357-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Black Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Black Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Forever you will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A shining star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A shining star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Be whatever you can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A rock star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rock Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;You will always be a Black Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-779304788706394024?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/779304788706394024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=779304788706394024' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/779304788706394024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/779304788706394024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2011/03/black-star.html' title='Black Star'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-3172821430482573422</id><published>2011-01-14T16:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:28:43.802-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Playlist..</title><content type='html'>Entoon amigues&amp;nbsp;que frequentam&amp;nbsp;meu blog... Eu nao sei se voces sabem, mas eu tenho como vicio grave a musica. Então como começou o ano, eu vou colocar aqui, como dica, as musicas que vao bombar esse inicio de ano e ja estao no top do meu mp4 (sim ainda uso mp4)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voce acha essas musicas facinho no meu profile do 4shared.. Baixa, escuta e depois me diz se é chik ou shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily Osment - LoveSick e Let´s Be Friends&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque - As Vitrines, Folhetim, Ela Faz cinema e Mil Perdoes (meu momento amor em 4 atos)..&lt;br /&gt;Kesha - Blow (pq todas as musicas dela sao uma versao de tik tok?!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;Mike Posner - Bow Chicka Wow Wow&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas - Love You Long Time&lt;br /&gt;Willow Smith - Whip my hair (essa ta reinando absoluta desde outubro passado...)&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguillera - Bionic (sem comentarios!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears - Hold it against me&lt;br /&gt;Bag Raiders - Sunlight (fofinhaaa)&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood - Before he Cheats ( me da um taco de baseball!!!) &lt;br /&gt;Rihanna - S&amp;amp;M, What´s My Name. Only Girl, Whos dat chick (esse vai ser o ano riri e kate perry..)&lt;br /&gt;Nicky Minaj - Fly, Your Love (incrivel como eu odiava ela e agora amo..)&lt;br /&gt;Sean Kingston - Sleep All day, Party all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao...&lt;br /&gt;espero que gostem e curtam bastante!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-3172821430482573422?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/3172821430482573422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=3172821430482573422' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/3172821430482573422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/3172821430482573422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2011/01/playlist.html' title='Playlist..'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-5861837930156262519</id><published>2011-01-14T16:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T16:01:03.378-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>mudou tudo!</title><content type='html'>HAUh auhauhau a era pra eu estar preocupado? era pra eu estar apreensivo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mudou o ano, mudei de roupa, de sorriso, de rosto, de mente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mudei de numero, de endereço, mudei de emprego.&lt;br /&gt;apaguei todas as minhas redes virtuais, msn, emails... fiquei só pela primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomei banho gelado! Sempre odiei isso com todas as minhas forças.. sorrindo.. nunca me senti tão feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa aconteceu na minha mente, na minha vida.. &lt;br /&gt;comecei a ouvir umas musicas meio loucas... comecei a pensar como louco... comecei a nao me importar com nada.. nadinha mesmo. um tipo Aspie Way of Life.. Alias, voltei a fazer o exame Aspie..&lt;br /&gt;de 60% subi pra 80%...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a pouco nem vou saber o que sao sentimentos alheios nem vou entender piadinhas sarcasticas..&lt;br /&gt;eu sei bem como eh esse mundo de Asperger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to feliz. ainda sei me expressar.. pelo menos em parte.&lt;br /&gt;mas eu acho que alguma coisa ta errada.. era pra eu estar preocupado ou confiante... eu rompi com todos meus cordoes umbilicais.. era pra eu estar preocupado em crescer.. mas a unica coisa que eu consigo pensar em fazer é rir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-5861837930156262519?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/5861837930156262519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=5861837930156262519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5861837930156262519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5861837930156262519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2011/01/mudou-tudo.html' title='mudou tudo!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-5005757297306714365</id><published>2011-01-13T18:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:33:52.044-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>fim.</title><content type='html'>Eu deixo o gás ligado, fecho a casa e&amp;nbsp;vou andar&amp;nbsp;pelos becos&amp;nbsp;escuros da cidade...&lt;br /&gt;Durmo coberto de oleo com velas acesas e&amp;nbsp;deixo a porta destrancada...&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou preparando uma forca e separando todos os remedios pra tomar mais tarde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou mandando todos os sinais que preciso da sua atenção.. &lt;br /&gt;Não é porque eu estou respirando, que eu estou vivo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então façamos assim... Escolha o seu oculos escuro favorito e prepare um discurso lindo para citar. Diga algo engraçado e&amp;nbsp;doce mas nunca diga que voce me amou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é porque meus olhos estao abertos que eu estou olhando. &lt;br /&gt;Já entendi que essa minha doença nao tem cura e o melhor é abandonar o navio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu sou muito infantil ou talvez não sou sarado.. Talvez teria sido melhor voce conhecer um cara mais disposto e menos egoista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, enquanto escrevo esta carta e derramo minha última lágrima vamos encerrando com tudo e torcendo que amanhã&amp;nbsp;seja melhor. Sim.. Esse capitulo acabou tão dramatico...&lt;br /&gt;Mas que bom que tudo acabou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-5005757297306714365?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/5005757297306714365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=5005757297306714365' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5005757297306714365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5005757297306714365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2011/01/fim.html' title='fim.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-9162342356760834062</id><published>2010-12-22T12:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:01:52.458-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>vazio.</title><content type='html'>Na sexta feira eu fui&amp;nbsp;visitar meus amigos queridos em&amp;nbsp;Goiania e fiquei na&amp;nbsp;casa de um grande amigo meu. Logo que cheguei na cidade, recebemos uma visita maravilhosa.&amp;nbsp;Era a felicidade. Ela bateu lá em casa e eu, sem pestanejar, abri. Fiz ela se sentar, ofereci tudo que eu tinha.. A felicidade achou nossa casa o máximo e resolveu passar uns dias.. Tive um final de semana maravilhoso porque a felicidade tava conosco o tempo todo!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai, tive que voltar pra São Paulo na segunda feira.. Ela nao gostou muito dessa ideia mas ainda assim me acompanhou.. Viemos pra sampa, levei ela no meu apê e pra passear em todos os lugares. A felicidade ficou fascinada.. Hoje eu acordei atrasado, nervoso e cansado.. Quando olhei pros lados me senti vazio e sozinho. Por algum motivo, a felicidade não estava mais la. Ela foi embora. Nao sei o que eu fiz, nao sei o que aconteceu. Como um conto de fadas que chegou ao fim, um filme que acabou.. A felicidade se foi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-9162342356760834062?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/9162342356760834062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=9162342356760834062' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/9162342356760834062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/9162342356760834062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/12/vazio.html' title='vazio.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-422462911314525580</id><published>2010-12-14T19:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:50:06.457-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>lembra?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voce consegue lembrar&amp;nbsp;da ultima vez que&amp;nbsp;nos perdemos&amp;nbsp;num beijo apaixonado?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Da ultima vez que o&amp;nbsp;suor de seu corpo me cobriu e o&amp;nbsp;amor nos envolveu?.... &lt;em&gt;Você consegue lembrar disso?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Será que voce consegue sonhar com o&amp;nbsp;oceano de violetas que eu ia te dar ou&amp;nbsp;os animais exóticos que iriam nos amar.. Sem duvida eles se atraiam pelo nosso&amp;nbsp;calor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Vem aqui e toque a&amp;nbsp;minha barriga..&amp;nbsp;Sinta como ela treme por dentro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Você não sente mais nada? Não me faça te implorar.. Eu tenho&amp;nbsp;meu orgulho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como você pode me deixar aqui sozinho nesse mundo infeliz e frio?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-422462911314525580?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/422462911314525580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=422462911314525580' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/422462911314525580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/422462911314525580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/12/lembra.html' title='lembra?'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-173736411977141845</id><published>2010-12-14T18:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:43:17.817-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>Equação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando eu tinha 21, meu futuro parecia garantido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas agora já tenho quase 30 e estou perdido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu me vejo no espelho, minha cara, meus olhos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;como foi que cheguei até aqui?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É triste mas é verdade o que a sociedade diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que sua vida já acabou e não há nada a fazer e nem nada a dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Até que o amor dos seus sonhos apareça e te coloque nos ombros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parece tão impossível nos dias de hoje..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre que&amp;nbsp;penso nisso, me da um medo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo que eu quero....&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu consigo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu fico pensando..&amp;nbsp;como vim parar aqui??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Estou fazendo tudo que posso"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser feliz parece tao impossivel nos dias de hoje....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Inspirado em&amp;nbsp;22 - Lily Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-173736411977141845?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/173736411977141845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=173736411977141845' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/173736411977141845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/173736411977141845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/12/equacao.html' title='Equação'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-7051794998774704931</id><published>2010-12-10T16:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T16:34:34.825-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>pausa dramatica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;porque eu tenho que pensar em tudo que eu digo? nao posso escrever isso pq as pessoas vao pensar aquilo.. nao posso falar isso porque nao eh correto.. Meu q se dane!!! eu tenho 28 anos nao tenho que me importar com o que as pessoas vao pensar e como vao receber o que eu escrevo... Ninguem entra nesse blog mesmo.. os que entram, ou querem ler meus textos pra me julgar depois, ou pra fazer fofoca, ou pra reclamar de mim ou porque gostam de mim como eu sou e dai eles tem alegria de ler como eu sou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu nao vou apagar o que penso, nao vou mudar o que sinto e&amp;nbsp;nao vou pegar leve com o odio e com o amor que eu tenho dentro de mim. Vou despejar tudo na cara de quem quiser ler, sentir e viver comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não. não serei bonzinho. nao serei legal, nao vou abrir mao de mim pra que os outros pisem por cima sem nem ao menos dizer obrigado. Ta na hora das pessoas terem mais respeito pelos outros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu nao acho falta de respeito as pessoas expressarem a opiniao delas. Eu acho falta de respeito as pessoas nao saberem receber a opiniao dos outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu acorda! Isso é uma opiniao e não uma definição!! NAo eh sua vida nao é o que voce é.. Eh o que eu acho que seja... Se cabe pra voce ok, se nao cabe passa a diante!.. Imagina como seria sua vida mediocre indo de opiniao por opiniao... Eu acho q seria mais frustrado do que ja sou se fizesse tudo que as pessoas disseram q eu tinha que fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;chega de escrever. ng vai ler nem comentar isso mesmo. estou chateado,&amp;nbsp;cansado e arrependido. Mas sabe o pior de tudo? Estou sentindo que isso tudo vale menos que a merda que me cobra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-7051794998774704931?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/7051794998774704931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=7051794998774704931' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7051794998774704931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7051794998774704931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/12/pausa-dramatica.html' title='pausa dramatica'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-1056029298301349991</id><published>2010-11-24T12:57:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T12:57:15.940-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>To cansado!!</title><content type='html'>Me explica que sono eh esse que nao me larga de forma alguma! to destruido!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-1056029298301349991?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/1056029298301349991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=1056029298301349991' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1056029298301349991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1056029298301349991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-cansado.html' title='To cansado!!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4576652489141534071</id><published>2010-11-23T10:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:49:21.247-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Com amor no lar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/TOuzAHAWQOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/RQXcZZxwCPc/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/TOuzAHAWQOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/RQXcZZxwCPc/s400/12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje eu quero homenagiar minha familia. Acabei de receber a noticia que meus irmaos Keyth e Morian estao se preparando para no início de 2011 sair pra missão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei muito emocionado sabe.. Lembrei de quando eu fui pra missao..&lt;br /&gt;Eu me preparei muito e fiz muita coisa pra estar apto (coisa q nao vejo eles fazerem mas tudo bem) só que uma coisa foi fundamental.. Minha família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certeza que eu não faria nada certo se nao tivesse uma família de principios e valores como a que eu tenho. Uma mãe dedicada/chata (kkk) que&amp;nbsp;nunca me deixou desviar dos meus objetivos e sempre me ensinou/forçou (kkk)&amp;nbsp;a dedicação ao evangelho, um pai exemplar/irritante (kkk) que sempre me ensinou/forçou&amp;nbsp;(kkk) o trabalho,&amp;nbsp;o estudo, a pró atividade e o trabalho ao próximo e meus irmãos que foram bons (nem sempre) exemplos pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo todos eles. penso na minha familia quase todo dia. A certeza que temos&amp;nbsp;de que seremos uma familia eterna é tão&amp;nbsp;grande dentro de mim que as vezes parece que mesmo longe, estamos tão perto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que os dois serão excelentes missionários. Tenho certeza que vão ser os melhores&lt;br /&gt;Boa sorte pra voces futuros Elder e Sister Ribeiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Eu sei que seremos uma família eterna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4576652489141534071?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4576652489141534071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4576652489141534071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4576652489141534071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4576652489141534071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/11/com-amor-no-lar.html' title='Com amor no lar'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/TOuzAHAWQOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/RQXcZZxwCPc/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-2477893604948853910</id><published>2010-11-18T17:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:18:17.719-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>cafonisse intrissica. alta ironia a toda prova.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/TOV7YmGOLLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/qSfjlANON7Q/s1600/ccc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/TOV7YmGOLLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/qSfjlANON7Q/s400/ccc.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/TOV7bwek7aI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wcLIu3ICLbw/s1600/r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/TOV7bwek7aI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wcLIu3ICLbw/s400/r.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;irmão, te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-2477893604948853910?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2477893604948853910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=2477893604948853910' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2477893604948853910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2477893604948853910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/11/cafonisse-intrissica-alta-ironia-toda.html' title='cafonisse intrissica. alta ironia a toda prova.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/TOV7YmGOLLI/AAAAAAAAAUc/qSfjlANON7Q/s72-c/ccc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-8860794306142738427</id><published>2010-11-18T16:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:08:06.322-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Sonho e Vivo. Porém amo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Venha, chegue um pouco mais perto e ouça o que eu tenho a dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vamos deitar na grama olhar as estrelas e dormir como crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje vamos sonhar longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A lua cheia se tornou nossa amiga. Vamos dançar na sua luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nós sabemos que a música flui de dentro de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu ainda estou apaixonado por você e quero viver dançando com voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando ainda não nos conhecíamos, eu te observava de longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando nós namoramos, eu te amei do fundo do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora ficou tarde demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-8860794306142738427?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/8860794306142738427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=8860794306142738427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/8860794306142738427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/8860794306142738427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/11/sonho-e-vivo-porem-amo.html' title='Sonho e Vivo. Porém amo.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4612862615369009584</id><published>2010-11-18T13:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:41:29.535-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry'/><title type='text'>Festa de Aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/TOVI7S_cLqI/AAAAAAAAAUI/AhFeNBxumfI/s1600/aaaaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/TOVI7S_cLqI/AAAAAAAAAUI/AhFeNBxumfI/s400/aaaaaa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tem uns estranhos na minha cama,&amp;nbsp;glitter pelo quarto todo,&amp;nbsp;flamingos na piscina, djs desmaiados no jardim, barbies na churrasqueiras, e eu com cheiro de open bar e a cabeça latejando...&lt;br /&gt;Gente! Isso é um chupão ou um hematoma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou tentando ligar os pontos porque chegou reclamação do condomínio,&amp;nbsp;um mandato de prisão..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei onde está o meu carro e nem porque o lustre está quebrado no chão..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não sei bem o que aconteceu, só sei que&amp;nbsp;foi demais!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Espero que as fotos da minha festa nao caiam na internet... Senão estou ferrado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;No meu aniversário,&amp;nbsp;dançamos em cima de mesas, bebemos loucamente, beijei tanta gente que já esqueci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Acabei com meu cartão de crédito, fui expulso dos bares, me joguei nas avenidas, Corri pelado no parque e nadei pelado na piscina e dai rolou um menage a trois...Acho que quebrei a lei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre dizemos que vamos parar, mas essa sexta-feira...farei tudo de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Aaaii.. Preciso de uma água tônica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigado Katy Perry. Voce descreveu com exatidão&amp;nbsp;como minha festa de&amp;nbsp;aniversário esse ano. 6 de Novembro inesquecível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Baseado em Last Friday Night - Katy Perry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4612862615369009584?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4612862615369009584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4612862615369009584' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4612862615369009584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4612862615369009584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/11/festa-de-aniversario.html' title='Festa de Aniversário'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/TOVI7S_cLqI/AAAAAAAAAUI/AhFeNBxumfI/s72-c/aaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-5009647499674934861</id><published>2010-11-18T12:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:55:29.383-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Resumindo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Serei sintético.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe aqueles vícios que voce tenta, tenta, tenta largar mas nao, nao nao consegue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aquelas cagadas que voce faz, que se pudesse voltar atras não teria feito?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Todo mundo tem uma mania, um vício, uma coisa que gruda mais que chiclete e não larga por nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois é minha vida é assim. Depois que eu descobri como é ser feliz, não quero outra coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Prometo pra mim mesmo que serei mais contido, mais equilibrado, mais ajuizado.. Só que não dá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu nasci pra viver, e quando falo viver, quero deixar claro que é vida intensa, vida apaixonada, vida nos extremos vida surpreendente. Esse é meu tipo de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje me apaixono, amanha quero casar, depois o fogo apaga, viro vou embora, morro de saudade, volto chorando. Penso um pouco, me apaixono de novo, começa tudo de novo.... Prometo que tudo será diferente, que vou mudar, que vou focalizar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ahuah uahu Papo furado. assim que eu terminar de escrever, vou começar tudo de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-5009647499674934861?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/5009647499674934861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=5009647499674934861' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5009647499674934861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5009647499674934861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/11/serei-sintetico.html' title='Resumindo...'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4333360225256793217</id><published>2010-10-19T11:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:01:48.494-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Casa nova!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem aconteceu uma coisa muito inesperada.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu já estava pensando em me mudar de apartamento mas nao tinha tomado nenhuma atitude a respeito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois do feriado e de alguns desentendimentos,&amp;nbsp;comecei a procurar alternativas, porém tudo o que eu queria era fazer as coisas com calma e sair de casa deixando a porta aberta porque acreditava que ali moravam os meus melhores amigos aqui em sampa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois bem... Acabou saindo tudo errado. Ontem eu briguei, me desentendi com o povo, mudei de ape&amp;nbsp;vendo todo mundo me olhando de cara amarrada, mas eu... Eu estava muito feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tem um ano que estou morando por lá. nesse tempo me sinto como se tudo tivesse sido suficiente.. Como um livro que vc beira o saco cheio de ler.. ou como um copo que quase começa a transbordar.. Um ano se passou e eu&amp;nbsp;aprendi muito, vivi muito, me emocionei idem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas se tem uma coisa que meus pais me ensinaram, é que eu sou mais eu e não preciso de nada nem de ninguem pra me colocar pro alto. Quando o mundo me vira as costas, eu chuto a bunda dele pra ele ficar esperto. Quando as pessoas me tratam de maneira inadequada, eu lembro a elas quem eu sou e o que mereço ter... Entao a vida é assim pra mim. Ou me mereçe, ou me perde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Confesso que por uns minutos fiquei triste com essa coisa toda.. Cheguei até a comentar que logo eu iria me mudar e que a partir de então eu seria uma visita na casa.. Acredito que vai demorar até eu voltar la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não pensem que eu fiz algo errado. Não vou escrever detalhes pra preservar as pessoas que eu ainda gosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Só quero que todo mundo saiba que na vida existem muitos desafios a serem superados. E muitas vezes, voce mesmo é seu maior desafio. Eu me conforto e conformo muito rápido com as coisas e isso eu reconheci que foi meu maior erro. Devia ter brigado mais, defendido mais minhas causas e meus valores.. Isso teria me tirado de casa mais rapido, porém eu teria saido mais satisfeito.. Nao teria vomitado tudo na cara de todo mundo de uma hora pra outra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Enfim, me lembrei de Beat Goes On da Madonna que é como um arauto de esperança e força pra mim nesses momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não fique parada como uma menina tola, se você esperar muito será tarde demais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não estou te dizendo nada novo, Não há tempo a perder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É hora de você comemorar! Requebre,&amp;nbsp;você tem que levantar da sua cadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é o seu tempo, sua vida, suas escolhas.. Então aproveite!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Você não tem o luxo do tempo, &lt;strong&gt;você tem que dizer o que passa em sua mente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando a sua cabeça está perdida nas alturas, voce&amp;nbsp;nunca irá longe&lt;br /&gt;É hora de você reconhecer&amp;nbsp;os sinais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Aí vai minha mão, pegue-a, você pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O tempo é agora eu vou te mostrar como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diga do que você gosta, faça o que você sente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você sabe exatamente quem você é&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O momento é agora!&amp;nbsp; Você precisa decidir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficar pra tras ou ser uma estrela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Entao.. ficou a dica e a minha historia... espero que possa ajudar a alguem a ter mais atitude do que eu tive nesse período de tempo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4333360225256793217?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4333360225256793217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4333360225256793217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4333360225256793217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4333360225256793217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/10/casa-nova.html' title='Casa nova!!!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-2845394843134158850</id><published>2010-10-15T13:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:43:03.078-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Colados como Cola..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To procurando&amp;nbsp;alguem&amp;nbsp;nesse mundo que me conheça melhor que eu mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To procurando alguem que me&amp;nbsp;faça feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sabe aquele tipo de romance que todo mundo fala "fique de olho..." ou " não vai dar certo.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Dai voce mergulha de cabeça e tudo funciona perfeitamente.. Derrepente parece que Shakespeare se inspirou na sua vida pra escrever Romeu e Julieta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É isso que to buscando. &lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;Inspiração, renovação, vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quando eu começo a pensar que o amor morreu, que não há mais tempo pra isso,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;vem alguem e faz meu&amp;nbsp;coração bater de novo.. &lt;/span&gt;Dai me sinto uma criança eufórica! Vou sendo levado como um barco a deriva no mar do amor e das tolas esperanças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É incrivel!! &lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;Eu nao desisto do amor, eu nao desisto de acreditar, eu to embarcado nessa viagem que nunca vai ter fim.&lt;/span&gt; Caio, quebro a cara, me dou mal mesmo.. mas nao desapego. Continuo na viagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sabe o que quero.. Fingir que nao to nem ai pra voce.. Fazer cenas de ciúme, brigar a noite toda e depois jogar aquele olhar fatal que voce com certeza nao&amp;nbsp;resiste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eu quero um romance onde nao importa quem está certo ou errado.. No final alguem vai fazer aquela cara de "gatinho de botas do Shrek" e vamos morrer de rir da briga toda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Simplicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É isso que eu quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;Você e eu juntos, numa paixão avassaladora, colados como cola.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-2845394843134158850?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2845394843134158850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=2845394843134158850' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2845394843134158850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2845394843134158850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/10/colados-como-cola.html' title='Colados como Cola..'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-2059472659538741466</id><published>2010-07-22T14:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T14:09:17.127-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>eu to tentando....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Eu tô tentando largar o cigarro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Eu tô tentando remar meu barco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Eu tô tentando armar um barraco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Eu tô tentando não cair no buraco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Eu tô tentando tirar o atraso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tô tentando te dar um abraço&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tô penando prá driblar o fracasso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Eu tô brigando prá enfrentar o cagaço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Eu tô tentando ser brasileiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Eu tô tentando saber o que é isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Eu tô tentando ficar com Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Eu tô tentando que Ele fique comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Eu tô fincando meus pés no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Eu tô tentando ganhar um milhão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444;"&gt;Eu tô tentando ter mais culhão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444;"&gt;Eu tô treinando prá ser campeão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tô tentando entrar em forma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444;"&gt;Eu tô tentando enganar a morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tô tentando ser atuante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tô tentando ser bom amante...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;Eu tô tentando criar meu filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;Eu tô tentando fazer meu filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;Eu tô chutando prá marcar um gol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tô vivendo de Rock'n Roll...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: black;"&gt;Eu tô tentando ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: black;"&gt;Eu tô tentando te fazer feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-2059472659538741466?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2059472659538741466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=2059472659538741466' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2059472659538741466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2059472659538741466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-to-tentando.html' title='eu to tentando....'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-518147769035051988</id><published>2010-07-22T00:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:28:19.953-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Como meu coração se comporta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi crescendo.. E cresceu até ficar tão gigantesco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;dentro de mim e dentro de quem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Primeiro foram votos simples, depois os anjos disseram amém.&lt;br /&gt;Seus ombros se tornaram meu porto seguro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Num oceano de duvidas, lagrimas, medos e perdas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu&amp;nbsp;coração frio e seco vai deixar o orgulho de lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto que preciso deixar a seca de lado e&amp;nbsp;explodir em cores. Espalhar milhões de&amp;nbsp;pedaços de mim para reviver tudo o que destrui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Um coração calmo e pulsante vai nascer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O vento sopra tao forte nos meus olhos castanhos... Faz as ondas se agitarem e cria a euforia de uma emoção nova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Radiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É assim que meu coração se comporta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-518147769035051988?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/518147769035051988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=518147769035051988' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/518147769035051988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/518147769035051988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/07/como-meu-coracao-se-comporta.html' title='Como meu coração se comporta'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-1496382710047175868</id><published>2010-07-13T09:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T09:01:37.307-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Renda-se!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abra seus olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você não sabe que só tem uma vida??&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se é desse jeito que você quer, Então ai está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Você poderia ter tudo. Mas preferiu me ouvir dizer tchau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu esperei aqui por muito tempo pensando que você veria..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas você simplesmente continuou fugindo e fez da sua tristeza a minha companhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Toda dor em seu coração, todas as lágrimas de sua alma vazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E quanto mais voce ficava remoendo.. Mas eu me tornava esse psicopata descontrolado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Você me deixou louco e super pra baixo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Olhe pela janela.. Meu sol esta por toda parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que você deve fazer é só se render!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se é desse jeito que você quer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem, então ai esta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-1496382710047175868?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/1496382710047175868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=1496382710047175868' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1496382710047175868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1496382710047175868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/07/renda-se.html' title='Renda-se!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-5857377662820885339</id><published>2010-06-23T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:36:42.127-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Guetta'/><title type='text'>O que voce faria se soubesse???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All the things I know right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If I only knew back then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There's no gettin' over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There's no gettin' over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There's just no getting over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wish I could spin my world into reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just to have you back again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There's no gettin' over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There's no gettin over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There's just no gettin' over you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Essa musica do David Guetta é muito boa mesmo. O ritmo, a participação especial da Fergie, o vídeo.. Mas hoje eu prestei atenção na letra e me pus a refletir em todas as coisas que eu gostaria de mudar e fazer diferente se soubesse alguma coisa que ficou faltando na ocasião..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu acho que nunca teria dado liberdade pra algumas pessoas destruirem meu coração, acho que nunca teria feito a faculdade que fiz, nao teria perdido tempo indo a lugares que me arrependi de ir.. Tudo porque só depois de ter feito a cagada é que eu fiquei sabendo que aquilo, não valia tanto a pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ok que fica o aprendizado, fica a experiencia.. Mas seria muito bom saber antes de fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;E principalmente, saber como ter de volta a pessoa que a gente tanto ama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E voce? O que voce faria diferente se soubesse algo a mais?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-5857377662820885339?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/5857377662820885339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=5857377662820885339' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5857377662820885339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5857377662820885339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-que-voce-faria-se-soubesse.html' title='O que voce faria se soubesse???'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-2044980972437769748</id><published>2010-06-15T16:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T16:30:14.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltando ao Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Te amo desse jeito...meio sem jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Saudade aperta o peito mesmo ao teu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não vê que eu sou assim, perdido de amor, começo pelo fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Faço planos, casamento, filho pra criar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escolho valças, véu,vestidos, flores pro altar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dou nome ao nossos filhos, e o seu eu mando tatuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E só depois de tudo paro e vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que você serve pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;estou apaixonado por Sandy - Manuscrito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-2044980972437769748?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2044980972437769748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=2044980972437769748' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2044980972437769748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2044980972437769748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/06/voltando-ao-blog.html' title='Voltando ao Blog...'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4242791486038077152</id><published>2010-04-30T22:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:29:12.911-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você acha que as coisas não são o que parecem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e fica tenso pra me dizer o que exatamente deveriamos ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu não me importo que tudo sejam rotulos ou apenas casual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na verdade o que eu precisava agora era sentir você comigo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me manda parar ou calar a boca.. Nao me diga que sou perdido...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fica comigo quando eu quero que voce fique. e vá quando nao tiver mais sentido continuar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando estiver aproveite. Quando nao estiver, continue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz o seu e me deixa fazer o meu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nao quero que me questione, nao quero que tenha ciumes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero que voce lide bem com os fatos e entenda que pobre é aquele que depende de outro pra ser feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que precisamos é continuarmos livres e amando em qualquer lugar, enquanto nós quisermos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confessa que nós temos esse lance fisico...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazemos amor,sem nos apaixonar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem perca tempo.. faz o seu que eu faço o meu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero seu corpo, Não seu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então me deixa ter o que eu quero e voce vai atrás pra ter o que quiser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigado Christina Aguillera por dizer o que eu penso mas nao consigo traduzir em palavras. Inspirado em Get mine Get Yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4242791486038077152?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4242791486038077152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4242791486038077152' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4242791486038077152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4242791486038077152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-3221439283549760072</id><published>2010-04-28T11:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:02:23.481-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>mINHA tATOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Então.. peço mil desculpas a todo mundo porque eu to sumido do blog.. passei por dias turbulentos no trampo e dias mega divertidos no Rio.. Nos proximos posts conto tudo com detalhes.. Fiz uma tatuagem!! Finalmente um ato de rebeldia nessa minha vida careta heim! heheheh Ta ai a fotinha pra voces verem. Ah, prometo que vou prganizar minhas demandas aqui pra&amp;nbsp;atualizar&amp;nbsp;tudo e&amp;nbsp;voltar a escrever ok!?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S9g_Pb1ECOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GWZQj_bK7d0/s1600/SAM_1245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S9g_Pb1ECOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GWZQj_bK7d0/s640/SAM_1245.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bj pazamigue!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-3221439283549760072?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/3221439283549760072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=3221439283549760072' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/3221439283549760072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/3221439283549760072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/minha-tatoo.html' title='mINHA tATOO!!!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S9g_Pb1ECOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GWZQj_bK7d0/s72-c/SAM_1245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4078110873379672516</id><published>2010-04-19T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:43:34.571-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Festa do Jambalaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Então.. Nao costumo falar de coisas pessoais aqui no blog, mas dada a minha total falta de amigos com quem compartilhar meus momentos, vou postar uma foto hoje de uma festinha que aconteceu lá no&amp;nbsp;apê sábado passado. O Milton chamou os amigos dele e eu aproveitei pra conhecer gente nova, rir e conversar um pouco. Esse povo que está na foto (menos o de camisa branca ao lado da loira)mora todo mundo junto. Uma coisa meio Friends, meio Melrose, meio Grande Familia, Meio Jambalaya (toma lá dá cá)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Segue a fotinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8yxRyQcz1I/AAAAAAAAATU/I-i1Dpt_ACw/s1600/todos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="472" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8yxRyQcz1I/AAAAAAAAATU/I-i1Dpt_ACw/s640/todos.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Vamos as observações... Maria, vamos sentir muito sua falta... Dyego, adorei a pirâmide.. Paulo, acho que voce gostou desse jogo bem mais que eu rsrs..&amp;nbsp;Milton e Ronaldo a festa foi muito legal mesmo!! Morian, te amo irmão e, pra quem nao tinha me visto de cabeça raspada zero, ai estou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Bjos e até a próxima!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4078110873379672516?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4078110873379672516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4078110873379672516' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4078110873379672516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4078110873379672516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/festa-do-jambalaya.html' title='Festa do Jambalaya'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8yxRyQcz1I/AAAAAAAAATU/I-i1Dpt_ACw/s72-c/todos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-6821803209972642181</id><published>2010-04-19T16:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:20:39.616-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Socorro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cara eu to meio cansado disso tudo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sente o drama.. Eu sempre vivi na natureza. Pés descalços, correndo na rua sem camisa, sem neurose, sem problemas. Minha vida sempre foi relax. Cabelo grande, pele queimada de sol, mente esperta. Minha alimentação sempre foi saudável e o mais natural possível.. Com 12 anos eu entrei para um grupo de escoteiros e não sai mais até os 18 anos. Esse tempo de juventude eu passei no meio do mato, amando a natureza.. tomando banho de rio, comendo minha caça, conhecendo os animais, as plantas, a vida... Aprendi a nadar como um Salmão em todos os tipos de mares.. Surfei, cai, quebrei, rasguei..Em cada cicatriz na minha pele, uma historia de vida..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Meus&amp;nbsp;melhores amigos eu fiz nessa época.. Dai cresci.. O menino Mogli que queria ser Peter Pan ficou velho e virou Senhor Scrooge.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Gente alguem me salva? Eu simplesmente estou morrendo aqui. Computador, finanças, vida corportativa, celular, cidade, barulho, cinzas, stress.. Não sei lidar com isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E as minhas tardes de rock de garagem com os amigos? E as noites quentes andando de skate no suburbio carioca??&amp;nbsp; E meus sábados&amp;nbsp;ensolarados de praia na Barra da Tijuca?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nao vou dizer que minha vida é ruim ou um saco.. Odeio gente que reclama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;as como trabalhar e viver aqui quando a unica coisa de vida é quando eu começo a lembrar? Como viver quando a vida é só o que eu deixei pra trás? (tras é com s ou com z?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-6821803209972642181?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/6821803209972642181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=6821803209972642181' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6821803209972642181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6821803209972642181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/socorro.html' title='Socorro!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-7747585257396078884</id><published>2010-04-16T12:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:59:49.258-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Lambert'/><title type='text'>Quem é o verdadeiro vencedor aqui?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7ppJ3SlbmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CdyXVo-Wsx0/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7ppJ3SlbmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CdyXVo-Wsx0/s200/1.jpg" width="188" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Muito impacto, muita gritaria, muita confusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando eu chego por perto é como uma&amp;nbsp;máquina de matar causando&amp;nbsp;um pandemonio,&amp;nbsp;impondo minhas opiniões, adestrando as pessoas com&amp;nbsp;meu estilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sei que as pessoas adoram&amp;nbsp;pegar carona no meu foguete..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nao importa onde ele esteja indo.. Sei que voce espera que termine com um beijo molhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Dai voce e seus amigos ficam se perguntando.. Até onde esse&amp;nbsp;cara metido vai??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra que ficar pensando, refletindo e planejando&amp;nbsp;se o hoje é pra ser vivido?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Aperte o botão, dispare logo esse míssil e faça o que tiver que fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sou um caçador&amp;nbsp;quando estou cheio de desejo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sou um imã de dinheiro, alegria e poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu nasci com um dom diferente. Minhas fraldas eram feitas de couro,&amp;nbsp;minha comida era o que eu caçava..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu aprendi a viver, chorar, sorrir e ser o que eu queria ser.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Hoje&amp;nbsp;as garotas ficam perguntando.. Pra onde que todos os&amp;nbsp;caras bonitos foram?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigado Adam Lambert.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspirado em Sure Fire Winners&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-7747585257396078884?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/7747585257396078884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=7747585257396078884' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7747585257396078884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7747585257396078884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/quem-e-o-verdadeiro-vencedor-aqui.html' title='Quem é o verdadeiro vencedor aqui?'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7ppJ3SlbmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CdyXVo-Wsx0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-8545963007015011508</id><published>2010-04-15T13:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T13:03:52.063-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Por favor, minta pra mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu preferia nao saber.. O que eu não sei, nunca vai me machucar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu percebo claramente que voce está querendo ir embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Por favor minta&amp;nbsp; pra mim enquanto ainda está por aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nega pra mim que está com pressa ou diga pra eu nao me preocupar porque voce mudou de ideia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Se voce tem que ir, vá porque seu avião não vai esperar, mas vai devagar pra que eu entenda que voce também está triste. Então me diga que vai me ver logo e vai me ligar mais tarde..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo sabendo que nada disso vai acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu só preciso de mais uma desculpa esfarrapada antes de você desistir de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não posso ter nada que me lembre de voce... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Então seja um pouco desonesto e me diga que vai ficar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que vai pelo menos tentar mentir pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo bem,&amp;nbsp;pode respirar e não se sinta culpado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Me engane, e então simplesmente vá embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Me deixe, a verdade irá apenas me matar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Já que tem que ser, então que seja desse jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não tenho mais propósito. Nao sei onde vou, como vou, nem porque vou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A única coisa que eu sei é que vou sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-8545963007015011508?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/8545963007015011508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=8545963007015011508' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/8545963007015011508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/8545963007015011508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/por-favor-minta-pra-mim.html' title='Por favor, minta pra mim.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-6640437548140652591</id><published>2010-04-10T16:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:58:15.135-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Estou vivo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acordo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada dia um novo recomeço. Banho, Lanche, Roupas.. Qual usar? Meu público gosta de mim do jeito que sou e nao como me visto.. Mas eu me importo. Quero sempre vestir o melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Saio de casa, o onibus sempre passa quando deixo o prédio, o que&amp;nbsp;me obriga a ficar mais tempo esperando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Caminho pelas ruas com imagens imaginárias. flores, passaros, borboletas estão ao meu redor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fadas, amores, encantos me acompanham o dia todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sorrio, falo, contraceno, grito, chingo, me irrito. vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como, trabalho, aprendo, leio, esqueço, me aborreço. Continuo vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O dia acaba. Como, Banho, roupa (mais uma importante escolha), Cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meus olhos de fixam no teto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que fui bom hoje? Será que gostaram da minha performance? Será que serei aplaudido novamente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se eu acordar amanhã, é porque Deus, que me assiste 24h por dia, gostou tanto da minha atuação que vai&amp;nbsp;pedir bis... E com isso, terei mais um dia de vida...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fecho os olhos e durmo. Agora sonho.. Ainda estou&amp;nbsp;vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-6640437548140652591?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/6640437548140652591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=6640437548140652591' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6640437548140652591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6640437548140652591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/estou-vivo.html' title='Estou vivo.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-2710345463314460050</id><published>2010-04-10T15:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:26:14.438-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><title type='text'>Parque da Pedra Branca</title><content type='html'>Esse passeio encerrou nosso dia de Sexta Feira.. Andamos pra caramba, subimos, descemos.. Foi maior loucura, mas valeu a pena!! A vista lá de cima é muito linda!!! &lt;br /&gt;Ficou todo mundo esgotado, mas o passeio foi muito divertido... E fica a dica da Dona Rosangela.. Quem tem fé, sobe o morro da fé! E sobe qualquer morro&amp;nbsp;hau ahuahuahuah&amp;nbsp;! Mãe da proxima vez, não faremos passeios ecológicos ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos as fotos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C-6cnzYfI/AAAAAAAAASk/DXrxSG58kgc/s1600/SAM_0876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C-6cnzYfI/AAAAAAAAASk/DXrxSG58kgc/s400/SAM_0876.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C-7u0HSlI/AAAAAAAAASo/xUfhhnDpTlQ/s1600/SAM_0819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C-7u0HSlI/AAAAAAAAASo/xUfhhnDpTlQ/s400/SAM_0819.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Keyth por favor nao tire essa pedra dai! Voce vai fazer uma bagunça!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C-8t5k1SI/AAAAAAAAASs/qHwO9faKOMQ/s1600/SAM_0820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C-8t5k1SI/AAAAAAAAASs/qHwO9faKOMQ/s400/SAM_0820.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C-9nw6NHI/AAAAAAAAASw/yaR1aLfXD6U/s1600/SAM_0821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C-9nw6NHI/AAAAAAAAASw/yaR1aLfXD6U/s400/SAM_0821.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mãe nao desista!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C--0ahhbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/y5_g3jy65qU/s1600/SAM_0829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C--0ahhbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/y5_g3jy65qU/s400/SAM_0829.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C_AHifTjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nFcJn47SboY/s1600/SAM_0830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C_AHifTjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nFcJn47SboY/s400/SAM_0830.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Todos andam. Dan desfila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C_BRLvrUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Fa2bZVgBUPQ/s1600/SAM_0832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C_BRLvrUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Fa2bZVgBUPQ/s400/SAM_0832.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não Dan.. A Alice nao está nesse buraco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C_CyNrPKI/AAAAAAAAATA/0_sbLHPp8yg/s1600/SAM_0840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C_CyNrPKI/AAAAAAAAATA/0_sbLHPp8yg/s400/SAM_0840.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;100% Disposição heim!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C_Ee-YUII/AAAAAAAAATE/0qXd_2fFlAs/s1600/SAM_0854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C_Ee-YUII/AAAAAAAAATE/0qXd_2fFlAs/s400/SAM_0854.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Por favor, joga ela lá em baixo?!?? kkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C_F-eqRAI/AAAAAAAAATI/yCJwnFcDx8o/s1600/SAM_0859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C_F-eqRAI/AAAAAAAAATI/yCJwnFcDx8o/s400/SAM_0859.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gostou?! [NOT]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-2710345463314460050?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2710345463314460050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=2710345463314460050' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2710345463314460050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2710345463314460050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/parque-da-pedra-branca.html' title='Parque da Pedra Branca'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C-6cnzYfI/AAAAAAAAASk/DXrxSG58kgc/s72-c/SAM_0876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-597683890689038148</id><published>2010-04-10T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:00:47.494-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><title type='text'>Passeio no Horto Florestal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To ficando cansado de postar fotos aqui..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Essas são as fotos do passeio que fizemos na sexta feira no Horto Florestal. Ok. Esse parque fica na frente da minha casa mas o povo nao parava de reclamar de ter que andar... Pelo menos as fotos ficaram bonitas! &lt;em&gt;Ou quase....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6Q8aPkvI/AAAAAAAAARE/8Mz4N2vzb1g/s1600/SAM_0813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6Q8aPkvI/AAAAAAAAARE/8Mz4N2vzb1g/s400/SAM_0813.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Só os machos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6SQPEoyI/AAAAAAAAARI/zM5Z0RpiW4M/s1600/mae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6SQPEoyI/AAAAAAAAARI/zM5Z0RpiW4M/s640/mae.jpg" width="476" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mãe voce é linda! Te amo mais que a mim mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6TgGQ_YI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ghal2QkUMp8/s1600/mae1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6TgGQ_YI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ghal2QkUMp8/s400/mae1.jpg" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Algo de Penelope Cruz..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6VJ-ceaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ELg3xjD_mqI/s1600/SAM_0741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6VJ-ceaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ELg3xjD_mqI/s400/SAM_0741.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Familia&amp;nbsp;no Horto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6WaxAKgI/AAAAAAAAARU/O2rXC3O1KjM/s1600/SAM_0744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6WaxAKgI/AAAAAAAAARU/O2rXC3O1KjM/s400/SAM_0744.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Porque tirar foto sentado?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6Xay9gqI/AAAAAAAAARY/j2AtKNMoFKg/s1600/SAM_0748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6Xay9gqI/AAAAAAAAARY/j2AtKNMoFKg/s400/SAM_0748.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lago do Parque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6YlBx6NI/AAAAAAAAARc/C6ye369OgRI/s1600/SAM_0749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6YlBx6NI/AAAAAAAAARc/C6ye369OgRI/s400/SAM_0749.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Keyth ta gata nessa foto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6Z1W6Y0I/AAAAAAAAARg/LXf4P5-mXOU/s1600/SAM_0754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6Z1W6Y0I/AAAAAAAAARg/LXf4P5-mXOU/s400/SAM_0754.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A cara da minha mãe.. kkkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6ayzvIDI/AAAAAAAAARk/IO-xnRNIhkM/s1600/SAM_0762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6ayzvIDI/AAAAAAAAARk/IO-xnRNIhkM/s400/SAM_0762.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ai ai... que bunitinho heheheheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6ctuqzbI/AAAAAAAAARo/eySRBGSo874/s1600/SAM_0763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6ctuqzbI/AAAAAAAAARo/eySRBGSo874/s400/SAM_0763.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Só mais uma foto ok?! kkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6eM4GSSI/AAAAAAAAARs/wpWjEhSEKxY/s1600/SAM_0768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6eM4GSSI/AAAAAAAAARs/wpWjEhSEKxY/s400/SAM_0768.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Momento de interagir com a natureza... rsrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6gJtDh3I/AAAAAAAAARw/6LSZwNXaYls/s1600/SAM_0770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6gJtDh3I/AAAAAAAAARw/6LSZwNXaYls/s320/SAM_0770.JPG" width="240" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Opa muita interação!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6iKTf5xI/AAAAAAAAAR0/5Caev5yeDQE/s1600/SAM_0771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6iKTf5xI/AAAAAAAAAR0/5Caev5yeDQE/s400/SAM_0771.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Viu mãe, a gente interage com a natureza sim!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6jqLT4CI/AAAAAAAAAR4/6g9cK2t3xEo/s1600/SAM_0775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6jqLT4CI/AAAAAAAAAR4/6g9cK2t3xEo/s400/SAM_0775.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Totalmente!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6li1UF0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/6hJkPwLO5NA/s1600/SAM_0778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6li1UF0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/6hJkPwLO5NA/s400/SAM_0778.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ela ainda acha que pode voar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6mvQ1EGI/AAAAAAAAASA/IxeKctthaGI/s1600/SAM_0783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6mvQ1EGI/AAAAAAAAASA/IxeKctthaGI/s400/SAM_0783.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Homenagem&amp;nbsp; ao&amp;nbsp;Alysson.&amp;nbsp;Fazendo a Audrey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6olwyvTI/AAAAAAAAASE/ROLc0mw5EG0/s1600/SAM_0785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6olwyvTI/AAAAAAAAASE/ROLc0mw5EG0/s320/SAM_0785.JPG" width="240" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eh criança!!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6p2ZzDiI/AAAAAAAAASI/-YfVUpmgVTQ/s1600/SAM_0788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6p2ZzDiI/AAAAAAAAASI/-YfVUpmgVTQ/s640/SAM_0788.JPG" width="480" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ta ai suas fotos Keyth!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6rD8aeTI/AAAAAAAAASM/3WUCwbD12fw/s1600/SAM_0796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6rD8aeTI/AAAAAAAAASM/3WUCwbD12fw/s640/SAM_0796.JPG" width="480" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Agora atualiza o Orkut vai!!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6s1qoIbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/D2zDqzPGQFY/s1600/SAM_0798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6s1qoIbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/D2zDqzPGQFY/s400/SAM_0798.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gatão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6txkj-TI/AAAAAAAAASU/X-cbI6cAfIk/s1600/SAM_0804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6txkj-TI/AAAAAAAAASU/X-cbI6cAfIk/s400/SAM_0804.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fotinha mais "15 anos" não acham???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6vJRVRyI/AAAAAAAAASY/Qoda72IgHII/s1600/SAM_0809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6vJRVRyI/AAAAAAAAASY/Qoda72IgHII/s400/SAM_0809.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pai e Mãe, obrigado por esse final de semana maravilhoso. Receber voces aqui foi a maior alegria do meu ano!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-597683890689038148?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/597683890689038148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=597683890689038148' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/597683890689038148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/597683890689038148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/passeio-no-horto-florestal.html' title='Passeio no Horto Florestal'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8C6Q8aPkvI/AAAAAAAAARE/8Mz4N2vzb1g/s72-c/SAM_0813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-7131372186161976247</id><published>2010-04-10T14:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T14:13:54.796-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><title type='text'>Quinta e Sexta de manhã em Sampa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vamos lá.. O prometido casting de fotos da família Ribeiro no final de semana passado em Tour por São Paulo....As fotos ficaram malditamente fora de ordem, entao isso significa que vou ter que colocar legenda e espero que voces entendam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvDM8JPHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Gb0qcyeVeqw/s1600/SAM_0736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvDM8JPHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Gb0qcyeVeqw/s400/SAM_0736.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Papai encontrou o seu trono.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvEMeLyfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ud28GOHM4_U/s1600/SAM_0680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvEMeLyfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ud28GOHM4_U/s400/SAM_0680.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quinta a noite. É isso que vamos jantar???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvFRhHENI/AAAAAAAAAQY/jyVeCcvSjg4/s1600/SAM_0685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvFRhHENI/AAAAAAAAAQY/jyVeCcvSjg4/s400/SAM_0685.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Keyth pronta pra se jogar da ponte da Liberdade e voar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvGb7M0CI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4BP8DjFd9xA/s1600/SAM_0686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvGb7M0CI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4BP8DjFd9xA/s400/SAM_0686.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mamãe e Keyth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvHn2B4AI/AAAAAAAAAQg/qY2_P595wiM/s1600/SAM_0688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvHn2B4AI/AAAAAAAAAQg/qY2_P595wiM/s400/SAM_0688.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu nao sei porque tiramos tantas fotos nesse canto sombrio... kkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvIpe5LJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YX31ODHUTwk/s1600/SAM_0690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvIpe5LJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YX31ODHUTwk/s400/SAM_0690.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Minha mãe com seus cabelos esvoaçantes... kkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvJ9UdnrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/zawJgquSi4s/s1600/SAM_0692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvJ9UdnrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/zawJgquSi4s/s400/SAM_0692.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A foto ta péssima mas eu tinha que aparecer em alguma né..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvLCCP-RI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vubZbodjzH8/s1600/SAM_0707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvLCCP-RI/AAAAAAAAAQs/vubZbodjzH8/s400/SAM_0707.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Adoro esse Mexicano.. meu pai detestou a Dona Calabria.. Prato mexicano com Calabresa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvMECpoJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pyYZBhwJOJE/s1600/SAM_0719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvMECpoJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pyYZBhwJOJE/s400/SAM_0719.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Keyth, tava frio mas nao era pra tanto!! Acooorda!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvNKRH2JI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dn8gLv9WQDk/s1600/SAM_0720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvNKRH2JI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dn8gLv9WQDk/s400/SAM_0720.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Olha a cara da Keyth acabando de acordar e foi direto pra mesa comer.. eita preguiça!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvOGM0AiI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1Psu-dxhwBs/s1600/SAM_0727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvOGM0AiI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1Psu-dxhwBs/s400/SAM_0727.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sofá virou cama de alongamento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvPJkDc2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/3cOi1iY8Q4s/s1600/SAM_0734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvPJkDc2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/3cOi1iY8Q4s/s400/SAM_0734.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mamãe toda feliz com os filhinhos reunidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-7131372186161976247?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/7131372186161976247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=7131372186161976247' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7131372186161976247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7131372186161976247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/quinta-e-sexta-de-manha-em-sampa.html' title='Quinta e Sexta de manhã em Sampa...'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CvDM8JPHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Gb0qcyeVeqw/s72-c/SAM_0736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-1827189300304080830</id><published>2010-04-10T13:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T13:48:36.766-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><title type='text'>Só as praias de Santos / São Vicente tem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CrLRpprYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OghD4Gms4JQ/s1600/SAM_0896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CrLRpprYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OghD4Gms4JQ/s400/SAM_0896.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A musa da beleza interior com uma criança nessa agua suja e na areia lamacenta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CrMkZnZbI/AAAAAAAAAQI/pMBGuxU0Muw/s1600/SAM_0898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CrMkZnZbI/AAAAAAAAAQI/pMBGuxU0Muw/s400/SAM_0898.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pessoa de calça e sapato e outras pessoas na areia imprópria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CrNwodcDI/AAAAAAAAAQM/nuam94iAq1s/s1600/SAM_0901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CrNwodcDI/AAAAAAAAAQM/nuam94iAq1s/s640/SAM_0901.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Encontre todos os erros: Chuveirão que só respinga água, diva de maio verde, um careca de camisa social azul, pessoas tomando banho de roupa, falta de sol.. bla bla bla.. kkkkk mas adorei esse passeio!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-1827189300304080830?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/1827189300304080830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=1827189300304080830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1827189300304080830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1827189300304080830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-as-praias-de-santos-sao-vicente-tem.html' title='Só as praias de Santos / São Vicente tem...'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CrLRpprYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OghD4Gms4JQ/s72-c/SAM_0896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-6844275552337608982</id><published>2010-04-10T13:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T13:39:04.262-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Familia'/><title type='text'>post pra keyth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Então.. no final da semana passada eu e meu irmao Dan fomos à Santos visitar minhas irmãs e o cunhado Fernando. Mamãe e Papai estavam por lá também passando uns dias então foi ótimo pra encontrar todo mundo!! Só ficou faltando Nan, Vivi e o Flick.. Vou colocar as fotos aqui porque nao tenho saco de mandar por e-mail e nao tenho mais acesso ao orkut. Então é isso. Espero que gostem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmiDRn6iI/AAAAAAAAAPI/IG7JliIv8f8/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmiDRn6iI/AAAAAAAAAPI/IG7JliIv8f8/s400/13.jpg" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Passeio no Aquario de Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8Cmjk8d7WI/AAAAAAAAAPM/W32QV0j1_qU/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8Cmjk8d7WI/AAAAAAAAAPM/W32QV0j1_qU/s400/1.jpg" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois de pegar uma tempestade, fomos ao Shopping.. Keyth favelada como sempre de chinelo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8Cmk0N08PI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gjU33OqGfAk/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8Cmk0N08PI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/gjU33OqGfAk/s400/2.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Antes de encontrar com eles, resolvemos comer um pastel.. Olha o nome do pastel que achamos. e comemos! hehehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmlxnF7DI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XGopMye-AjA/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmlxnF7DI/AAAAAAAAAPU/XGopMye-AjA/s400/3.jpg" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu e Keyth no Aquario de Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmnAShHjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2llwtSjcUsU/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmnAShHjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2llwtSjcUsU/s400/4.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mamae e Keyth no Aquario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmodZB-2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/I2mcuc_9-yU/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmodZB-2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/I2mcuc_9-yU/s400/5.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O encontro das tartarugas kkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmpKR3-zI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fJCEM-ngC3Y/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmpKR3-zI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fJCEM-ngC3Y/s400/6.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Karen e Fernando no Aquario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8Cmqfn7itI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9DxJfNeskKk/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8Cmqfn7itI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9DxJfNeskKk/s400/7.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não podia mas foi rapidinho.. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmrQIgyGI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WCH-aJiLo0o/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmrQIgyGI/AAAAAAAAAPo/WCH-aJiLo0o/s400/8.jpg" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Mais uma da Karen e Fernando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8Cms1WWDnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/CxlB5c_1glw/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8Cms1WWDnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/CxlB5c_1glw/s400/9.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Passeio no Teleférico de São Vicente... MUUIto Legal!!! kkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmxScLWEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/65Ghog-7oUM/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmxScLWEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/65Ghog-7oUM/s400/12.jpg" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais uma da Família reunida na frente do aquário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmuXFSjuI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QKiYbRoyU7w/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmuXFSjuI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QKiYbRoyU7w/s400/10.jpg" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A mulher da minha vida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmwMa3dnI/AAAAAAAAAP0/RkZqoSykDPU/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmwMa3dnI/AAAAAAAAAP0/RkZqoSykDPU/s400/11.jpg" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amo demais essa familia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Depois eu coloco mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-6844275552337608982?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/6844275552337608982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=6844275552337608982' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6844275552337608982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6844275552337608982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/post-pra-keyth.html' title='post pra keyth'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8CmiDRn6iI/AAAAAAAAAPI/IG7JliIv8f8/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-6757555069758017235</id><published>2010-04-06T20:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:19:34.996-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Vem comigo!! Prometo que vai ser divertido..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7vAAwhwFwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qfi7WCI8Fs8/s1600-h/SAM_0317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7vAAwhwFwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qfi7WCI8Fs8/s320/SAM_0317.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou numa busca desesperada por amigos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu, &lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;carioca da gema&lt;/span&gt;, mudei pra São Paulo tem mais de um ano&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffd966; color: black;"&gt;mas nao consigo me libertar do Rio&lt;/span&gt;.. Quase todo final de semana é pra cidade maravilhosa que eu corro.. São meus amigos cariocas que me encontram... Enfim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e69138;"&gt;Me ajudem a dar um basta nisso. quero me disvincular&lt;/span&gt; dessa coisa. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Preciso de amigos paulistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Garanto que sou um cara legal!! &lt;strong&gt;Seletivo&lt;/strong&gt; mas muito legal. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Farei nesse momento a linha &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"nem-emuxinho-fotologger diva-meaddplease"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;deixando meu msn-orkut-e-mail aqui para quem&amp;nbsp;quiser entrar em contato.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Abs, beijos, sorrisos e&amp;nbsp;meu olhar sedutor pra quem se interessar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:simplesmenteamon@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;simplesmenteamon@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sim, esse e-mail é tudo isso que citei acima. pode add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E pra dar aquele incentivo, posto uma fotinha &lt;em&gt;"vem-sexe-e-sejoga-tofacil-e-perigoso"&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; kkkkkk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-6757555069758017235?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/6757555069758017235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=6757555069758017235' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6757555069758017235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6757555069758017235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/vem-comigo-prometo-que-vai-ser.html' title='Vem comigo!! Prometo que vai ser divertido..'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7vAAwhwFwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qfi7WCI8Fs8/s72-c/SAM_0317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-6943329412368303463</id><published>2010-04-05T20:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:06:50.464-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Só uma cara bonita.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7pqzy2jdkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/C6nKjdLJ7rc/s1600-h/SAM_04391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7pqzy2jdkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/C6nKjdLJ7rc/s400/SAM_04391.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje só quero escrever uma coisa que eu ouvi ontem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algo que para voce&amp;nbsp;é um problema, pode ser uma grande benção para alguém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um desafio pode se tornar em satisfação ou em depressão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo depende da sua atitude. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A verdade é que não importa o tamanho do desafio ou o tamanho do problema. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que importa é o seu tamanho. Se voce é grande e bom o suficiente, então qualquer problema é pequeno e irrisório.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Então, não reclame e nem tente mudar ninguém. Seja grande e ignore o que não chega ao seus pés. [muah honey b.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sucesso e meu sorriso pra voces!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-6943329412368303463?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/6943329412368303463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=6943329412368303463' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6943329412368303463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6943329412368303463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-uma-cara-bonita.html' title='Só uma cara bonita.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7pqzy2jdkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/C6nKjdLJ7rc/s72-c/SAM_04391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-2933302045679339498</id><published>2010-04-01T13:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:53:44.307-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festa'/><title type='text'>Festa de Arromba II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mermaozito Dan e eu.. Repare em nosso olhar e perceba como somos gatos e milionários.&amp;nbsp;Logo,&amp;nbsp;desejados.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7PxnFlXQmI/AAAAAAAAANk/Csb9q68jsrM/s1600-h/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7PxnFlXQmI/AAAAAAAAANk/Csb9q68jsrM/s640/10.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7PxpDtEYII/AAAAAAAAANs/WP0wH02f0Jw/s1600-h/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7PxpDtEYII/AAAAAAAAANs/WP0wH02f0Jw/s640/12.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flavinha, que acabou de chegar das Bahamas, Tadeu, o aniversáriante, Kiss, minha gata e parceira nas danças e eu. Sempre juntos, sempre queridos, sempre amigos. Mas faltou gente amada nessa foto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-2933302045679339498?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2933302045679339498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=2933302045679339498' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2933302045679339498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2933302045679339498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/festa-de-arromba-ii.html' title='Festa de Arromba II'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7PxnFlXQmI/AAAAAAAAANk/Csb9q68jsrM/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-7250854997378523097</id><published>2010-04-01T13:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:49:07.989-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festa'/><title type='text'>Festa de arromba I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7Pxt3vPjII/AAAAAAAAANw/w140rdRXQ2E/s1600-h/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7Pxt3vPjII/AAAAAAAAANw/w140rdRXQ2E/s400/9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então.. Vamos&amp;nbsp;à festa?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Esses&amp;nbsp;são meu irmao de franjão, eu de boné e Lucas Chattobriant no aniversário badaladasso do&amp;nbsp;Dr. Hederson Tadeu... Quem nao conhece o Tadeu é porque nao&amp;nbsp;vive em Sampa.. O cara alem de ser meu dentista, é meu amigo e tudo de bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Seguem abaixo algumas fotos do evento.. Com minhas observações é claro!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7Pxn25ffCI/AAAAAAAAANo/7WcqtU-qKkc/s400/11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dan, Amon e Alysson.Quer melhor exemplo de amigos do que esses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O primeiro é meu irmao o segundo é meu melhor amigo carioca que ta sempre aqui em sampa pra gente dar aquela zuada por ai.. Recomendo porque ele é amigo pra toda hora!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7PxmQUiAaI/AAAAAAAAANg/m5Tdk3UrD40/s400/15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;A galera toda reunida no final da festa.. Reparem na cara de "fim-de-festa" do povo.. Aquele momento que acendem as luzes e voce começa a ver quem tava beijando, quem tava caido no chão... hehehe deprimente e revelador!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7PxhKC2tNI/AAAAAAAAANc/t1OY98vWHs0/s400/13.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ro, Suellem, eu e Chris. Elas só pensam em beijarrr.. heheheh Adoro essas meninas.. Eu estava morrendo de saudade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7PxgYA2DrI/AAAAAAAAANY/3iAwUeANY9g/s400/16.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Milhoes de anos que eu nao via o Breno! Um dos meus primeiros amigos logo que eu cheguei em São Paulo. Chegou até a me recomendar uma fono pra eu perder o sotaque carioca. vcs acreditam? Ariano maldito virou um dos meus melhores amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7PxfinQ_kI/AAAAAAAAANU/JEa8plo5D2o/s400/14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dan, Andre, Lucas, eu.. e um leque?!? kkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois coloco mais fotos... A festa foi looonga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-7250854997378523097?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/7250854997378523097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=7250854997378523097' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7250854997378523097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7250854997378523097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/04/entao.html' title='Festa de arromba I'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7Pxt3vPjII/AAAAAAAAANw/w140rdRXQ2E/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-5744279518116406383</id><published>2010-03-31T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:10:36.142-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Upside Down and Inside OUt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7Pxdb9_bnI/AAAAAAAAANM/U6Yaq_wD_p4/s1600-h/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7Pxdb9_bnI/AAAAAAAAANM/U6Yaq_wD_p4/s400/5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então esse sou eu nesse ultimo fim de semana...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Tantas aventuras pra contar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amigos cariocas me visitam em casa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-size: small;"&gt;balada frenetica que todo mundo detestou mas eu amei,&lt;/span&gt; niver do Tadeu, trampo&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;, enterro dos ossos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;Nem sei se eu lembro de tudo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mas falai.. essa fotinha ficou show né?! hehe eu curti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-5744279518116406383?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/5744279518116406383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=5744279518116406383' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5744279518116406383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5744279518116406383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/03/upside-down-and-inside-out.html' title='Upside Down and Inside OUt!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S7Pxdb9_bnI/AAAAAAAAANM/U6Yaq_wD_p4/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-2459386006534717479</id><published>2010-03-31T22:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:05:01.423-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Virando a pagina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quero que você saiba que estou feliz por você. Não te desejo nada, exceto o melhor para sua felicidade&lt;br /&gt;e que voce encontre alguem que te faça me esquecer..Que seja mais louco, pervertido, atencioso do que eu.. Que faça sexo por todos os cantos escuros da cidade como eu nunca fiz com voce.. Que seja bonito, inteligente e contrua uma vida contigo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando voce quer que alguem te ame de verdade, primeiro essa pessoa precisa se sentir amada.. Senão ela nunca vai te retribuir... Então tenha cuidado pra não deixar ele perceber o brilho nos seus olhos toda vez que alguem falar meu nome... Se controle pra nao pensar em mim quando beija outro cara..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como será que ele se sentiria se soubesse de todas as coisas que voce falou pra mim, e foi incapaz de cumprir?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu to muito melhor sem voce agora.. Eu tava sufocado, sem alegria e&amp;nbsp;sem amor próprio. Fiz tanto por voce, abri mão dos meus princípios, dos meus objetivos, do meu foco e até&amp;nbsp;de mim mesmo pra me dar pra você..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até ignorei meus amigos quando eles diziam que era um absurdo alguem como eu gostar de alguem como voce.. Do nada.. Sem propósito.. sem futuro, sem planos, sem objetivos.. Mas eu acreditei e investi em nós... E não me entristeço. Foi só mais uma decepção.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu entendo o seu ponto de vista e sei que é natural voce querer jogar todo o silencio da nossa distância na minha cara agora..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tente fazer tudo parecer bem e sob controle e quando as pessoas começarem a descobrir o quanto voce é falso e infantil grite, chore, brigue com elas, se revolte... Seja voce mesmo. descubra-se e tente fingir. Voce sempre foi bom nisso..Eu sempre detestei te incomodar, te cobrar, te avisar.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que voce vai pensar a vida inteira em mim enquanto fica com outros caras?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-2459386006534717479?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2459386006534717479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=2459386006534717479' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2459386006534717479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2459386006534717479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/03/virando-pagina.html' title='Virando a pagina...'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-552467626020729597</id><published>2010-03-20T05:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T05:25:08.851-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escolhas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ninguem tem culpa das coisas que fiz, nem tem culpa dos caminhos que escolhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Frio, ou calor, guerra ou paz, triste e feliz.. Noite e dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bom e mal, viver e morrer, trevas e luz, dor ou alegria....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu escolhi. Devia ser ilegal uma pessoa como eu andar pelas ruas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu nao tenho direito de ser feliz por ser tão egoísta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deus nao me fez com coração pra amar ninguem. Toda vez que eu tento amar, tudo volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O medo, o ciclo, o fim, a solidão, o abandono, a rejeição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quantas vezes terei que pedir desculpas por amar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quantas pessoas mais vou magoar e iludir... Quantas vezes vou dizer que amo sem poder saber o que isso significa de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por quanto tempo eu vou pensar no que devo fazer em vez de pensar em como fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como dizer vá quando meu coração quer dizer fique?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como viver sem amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu escolhi e devo assumir.&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/1751391198226924779-552467626020729597?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/552467626020729597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=552467626020729597' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/552467626020729597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/552467626020729597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/03/escolhas.html' title='Escolhas.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4896750953304810765</id><published>2010-03-15T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:58:40.694-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>A única exceção</title><content type='html'>Quando eu era novinho, eu vi tantas pessoas chorando e se desiludindo por causa de amores impossíveis e avassaladores... Eu não estava maduro o suficiente para entender, então amaldiçoei todas as possibilidades de gostar de alguem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu cresci, me apaixonei tantas vezes, quase todos os dias... Meu coração dominou minha mente e me fez deixar para trás todas as maldiçoes da infância. Libertei minha mente para se entregar a um amor inexplicavel, envolvente e inebriante... Com esse amor passei por momentos de alegria, doçura e preenchimento.. Sabe quando voce sente que nao precisa de mais nada? Que voce está completo?!&lt;br /&gt;Era assim que eu me sentia.. Mas tudo acabou.. Eu me mudei, me tornei um missionário mórmon e deixei meu amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha esperanças de reencontrar meu amor eterno&amp;nbsp;quando minha missão terminasse, orava por ela todos os dias e escrevia sem nenhum retorno. Um dia minha aflição terminou.&amp;nbsp;Eu recebi uma carta maldita que comprovou tudo o que eu acreditava na pureza da minha infância. Ela não me queria mais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi naquele momento de dureza que eu prometi jamais falar, pensar e acreditar no amor, já que ele não existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprendi silenciosamente&amp;nbsp;lá no fundo da alma que o amor nunca iria ser para sempre e que voce tem que aprender a viver bem sozinho e feliz. De fato sempre acreditei que, aquele nao sabe viver sozinho, nasceu escravo.. Entao sempre vivi confortavel, mantendo um espaço para jamais me comprometer e me envolver com algo que eu não sabia lidar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava contente com a solidão.. Realmente estava feliz estando só, porque voce nunca se estressa consigo mesmo e os riscos que corre são sempre por voce e nunca por outros..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho uma forte noção de realidade, mas agora eu nao consigo mais deixar quem eu vejo, quem eu quero. Eu sei que fui embora mais uma vez e que quando voce acordar hoje, eu nao estarei mais por perto. Gostaria muito de dar todas as provas de que voce precisa pra saber que eu te amo e que todos os traumas do passado já estão curados. Nosso amor nao é um sonho. E eu espero que voce saiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única exceção&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4896750953304810765?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4896750953304810765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4896750953304810765' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4896750953304810765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4896750953304810765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/03/unica-excessao.html' title='A única exceção'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-3414857908509942241</id><published>2010-03-11T19:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:02:23.863-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Renascimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Encontrei uma razão para continuar vivo e tentar enchergar tudo de uma outra forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu falo sozinho, passo noites em claro olhando as estrelas mas não consigo entender o sentido dessa vida estúpida..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As vezes eu nao sei quem eu quero ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe que quanto mais importantes são as perguntas, mais as respostas estão dentro de voce. Não adianta perguntar porque ninguem tem a resposta. Só voce conhece o seu valor e sabe aonde é capaz de chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ninguem vai acender a sua luz ou fazer brilhar a sua entrela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje eu encontrei uma razao pra esquecer, perdoar e seguir minha vida estando vivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas ainda é tão dificil sorrir quando algo dá errado ou foge do meu controle.. Tenho tanto pra aprender a crescer.. Será que eu finalmente encontrarei a salvação nos braços do amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que isto me fará parar de procurar? Será o suficiente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje quando acorder foi a&amp;nbsp;primeira vez que me senti vivo. Me como se estivesse quebrando todas as correntes e fugindo da dor. Por isso vou considerar esse, e todos os outros que vierem depois como sendo o primeiro dia da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-3414857908509942241?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/3414857908509942241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=3414857908509942241' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/3414857908509942241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/3414857908509942241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/03/renascimento.html' title='Renascimento'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-46700438707240402</id><published>2010-03-10T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:53:06.158-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Eu não quero ficar aqui.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #351c75; color: #ffd966; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu fizesse os peixes nadar fora do mar, eu teria sua atenção?? E se eu conseguisse que&amp;nbsp;as baleias criassem pernas para andar pela terra ou se&amp;nbsp;os macacos&amp;nbsp;ficassem eretos e comecassem a falar com as pessoas.. Voce realizaria um desejo pra mim??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #351c75; color: #ffd966; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se as estrelas caíssem do céu, ou minhas lagrimas enchessem um oceano, isso seria&amp;nbsp;razão suficiente para&amp;nbsp;você fazer meu mundo feliz?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #741b47; color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O céu estáa cinza, eu ando perdido pelas ruas, vejo milhoes de olhos curiosos me fitando... Me sinto perseguido, tenho depressão.. As&amp;nbsp;pessoas se perguntam o que eu tenho, o que eu sinto.. Não to vendo nada além de escuridão. A minha vida é feita de sentimentos, e isso não se descreve, nao se define, não se vê. Já que&amp;nbsp;a minha visão é a minha unica confirmação, então minha vida é uma ilusão..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #990000; color: #d9ead3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O motivo disso tudo é porque voce não está aqui agora.. Então sinceramente eu nao tenho um motivo para estar aqui também.. As estrelas nao tem motivos pra brilhar.. e nada nesse mundo tem razão de existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não quero ficar aqui. Eu quero ficar com voce, do seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-46700438707240402?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/46700438707240402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=46700438707240402' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/46700438707240402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/46700438707240402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-nao-quero-ficar-aqui.html' title='Eu não quero ficar aqui.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-5188141436861572997</id><published>2010-03-09T17:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:28:44.183-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horoscopo'/><title type='text'>LEÃO &amp; ESCORPIÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232; color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não acredito em horóscopo mas vou escrever aqui esse texto que achei na net e vou colocar umas&amp;nbsp;observações entre colchetes... Achei válido, divertido e&amp;nbsp;muito apropriado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEÃO - Planeta regente: SOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Príncipe da luz,&amp;nbsp;o Sol está ligado ao idealismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime; color: black;"&gt;Leão é&lt;/span&gt; um Signo de Fogo, &lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;enérgico e ativo&lt;/span&gt;, e tem a necessidade de concretizar as idéias que habitam suas mentes. Leoninos têm uma alma de cavalheiro &lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;e esperam a perfeição&lt;/span&gt;, com o risco de se afundarem no orgulho! Os nascidos deste Signo tem uma grande auto-estima e apreciam o amor.&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; [on fire feelings...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O Leão &lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;gosta de ser admirado e desejado&lt;/span&gt; e infelizmente tende a dar seus afetos as pessoas erradas &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[otárioooow]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ele exige muito&lt;/span&gt; e não lhe basta ser amado,&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[tah boa]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;mas quer ser adorado e adornado com todas as coisas agradáveis da vida&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;.[fiquei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;bege comassim wth?!?!?] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ele gosta de dominar, dar ordens,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[agora fiquei fúcsia total wth!?!?! &lt;span style="background-color: lime; color: black;"&gt;]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime; color: black;"&gt;mas também é muito generoso e será fiel,&lt;/span&gt; contanto que o parceiro seja afetuoso&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[sempre tem uma prerrogativa pra ser bomzinho???!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[vamos ver o outro lado]...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESCORPIÃO - Planeta regente: PLUTÃO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Plutão é um regente&lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; tão impressionante&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; [obvious] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;que se agita diante do deus da morte e dos enfermos. Os nativos deste signo têm uma tendência a procurar o sentido de tudo&amp;nbsp;ao ponto de fazerem, por alguns momentos, &lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;um pequeno inferno pessoal&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[loucos..] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas Plutão também os presenteia com belas qualidades&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;.[&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois não...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Entre outras coisas, têm uma resistência excepcional.&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; [me explica??]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sobre o plano amoroso, Plutão exerce uma influência fundamental, dotando - os&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;da necessidade de viver com uma grande intensidade&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[dá pra viver de outra forma???] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Escorpião é Signo de Água, e então, para eles, &lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;o mundo das emoções é muito importante&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[dramaaaaaticos] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando o homem de Escorpião ama, &lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;é capaz de atingir o nível mais alto de paixão&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[leram direitinho??? Alguem mais faz isso? NOT!] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;É &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;persuasivo&lt;/span&gt; e tenaz, e se tiver a mente fixada em uma conquista em particular, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;não admitirá derrota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;[UI!]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como eles sempre dão cem por cento, esperam o mesmo em retorno.&lt;/strong&gt; Para o homem de Escorpião, sexo é um jogo competitivo e &lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;vingança e ciúme&lt;/span&gt; são duas de suas características que aparecerão se ele não estiver ganhando. &lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[ficou claro beibe???]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A CONVIVÊNCIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Leão e Escorpião juntos formam&amp;nbsp; um par vigoroso e poderoso&lt;/span&gt;. Escorpião precisa ser respeitado e desejado, enquanto o Leão quer ser adorado e elogiado. &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Ambos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: #134f5c;"&gt;são fortemente leais, freqüentemente possessivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ambos os parceiros podem prover as necessidades um do outro e unir suas forças. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Leão gosta de conforto e luxo e tende a ser extravagante e &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Escorpião é apto a dar a Leão a audiência que ele requer&lt;/span&gt;, contanto que haja igualdade na relação. Leão tem um brilho luminoso e&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Escorpião não gosta de pressão&lt;/span&gt;, gosta de estar bem visível e aprecia controlar os fundamentos. Ambos os Signos são determinados &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;e estes parceiros precisam tentar entender e aceitar um ao outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange; color: #38761d;"&gt;Leão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;é governado pelo Sol que &lt;span style="background-color: orange; color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;está para o ego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enquanto&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;Escorpião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;é governado pelos Planetas Plutão que &lt;span style="background-color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;está para o&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Marte&amp;nbsp;que &lt;span style="background-color: orange; color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;está para guerra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;OU seja, confusão e babado pra vida toda!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;O Sol representa vida e Marte e Plutão representam a ambição e o inconsciente; contanto que eles sejam capazes de entender um ao outro, a combinação é positiva e ambiciosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Leão é um Signo de Fogo e Escorpião é um Signo de Água. &lt;span style="background-color: #f9cb9c; color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[ou seja, eu apago seu fogo e acabo com sua graça kkkkk]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Leão quer liberdade social, enquanto que Escorpião tem uma personalidade escorregadia.&amp;nbsp;Como os Elementos que os influenciam, &lt;strong&gt;estes dois são capazes de destruir um ao outro.&lt;/strong&gt; Às vezes esta relação pode não ser harmoniosa, porém, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ambos perceberão que estas disputas insignificantes não levam a nada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e, contanto que eles possam &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;manter seus egos à parte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e possam permitir a prioridade de relação, os conflitos normalmente podem ser solucionados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASPECTO POSITIVO DA RELAÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O melhor aspecto da relação&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt; Leão-Escorpião é sua dedicação mútua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; entre eles e aos projetos dos quais participam. Ambos os Signos têm uma personalidade muito poderosa, se bem que &lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;estrategicamente diferente.&lt;/span&gt; Eles são vistos pelos outros &lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;como um par forte e seu compromisso mútuo faz da sua uma relação poderosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amor, eu me comprometo totalmente com voce e já decidi deixar de lado meu orgulho e meu ego [cof cof] pra te fazer feliz. Eu te amo! Esse post é todo dedicado pra voce.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-5188141436861572997?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/5188141436861572997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=5188141436861572997' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5188141436861572997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5188141436861572997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/03/leao-escorpiao.html' title='LEÃO &amp; ESCORPIÃO'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4722449919222930235</id><published>2010-03-07T16:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:27:11.279-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não vou crescer nunca!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu nao vou crescer nunca. Sou carioca, nasci na praia, vivi na praia. Aprendi a viver sem envelhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando eu tiver 70 anos ainda vou ter 10. Minha mente é a Terra do Nunca. Quando eu to na praia passo a ter 5 anos.. e por ai vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu cheguei em Sampa, essa cidade me escravizou. Quase conseguiu mudar minha essencia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu, que ha uns meses ligava pros amigos depois do trabalho pra andar no calçadão de Ipanema, hoje procuro fazer novas amizades pela internet... São Paulo pensa que vai mudar minha essencia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mudanças a vista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4722449919222930235?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4722449919222930235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4722449919222930235' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4722449919222930235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4722449919222930235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-nao-vou-crescer-nunca.html' title='Eu não vou crescer nunca!!!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-9152744383045154700</id><published>2010-03-07T13:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:35:20.016-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Cigano</title><content type='html'>Andei pelas estradas da vida procurando por um caminho e não por um destino. Pelas estradas encontrei pessoas, alegrias, amores, cicatrizes e memórias.. Isso é o que eu chamo de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas vezes andei, outras voei.. Quando cai, muitas vezes me rastejei.. Mas uma coisa que me orgulho é de ter aprendido a jamais parar. Jamais diminuir meu ritmo e nunca desistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca fui do tipo caseiro..Por causa disso aprendi a me desprender de tudo que me tornava prisioneiro. Amores, amigos, coisas materiais, lugares, momentos.. Tudo que vivi até hoje ajudou a construir um pedaço de mim. Tudo foi válido, importante e momentâneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou snob e nao sou intocavel.. Se voce quer realmente ficar comigo,&amp;nbsp;porque voce nao vem andar comigo?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao vou confessar todos os meus pecados e nao vou tentar ser sempre o vencedor..&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao vou exigir, não vou me impor..&amp;nbsp;Não vou fazer acordos ou me comprometer a ficar... aonde voce quer chegar nao importa.. Se dois é melhor que um entao venha hoje caminhar comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanha se voce cansar e quiser parar, e quiser me deixar, eu nao vou chorar, eu nao vou sofrer..&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou continuar... Porque a vida é assim com todo mundo e no final tudo será nada e o nada será apenas lembrança...&lt;br /&gt;Entao pega o pouco de vida que voce tem, e transforma isso em cicatrizes.. Lembre-se de onde voce veio e de que o futuro é tão misterioso que nao vale a pena contar com o que talvez venha a acontecer. Pegue suas coisas mais valiosas distribua entre as pessoas que voce nem conhece e depois, venha viver comigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-9152744383045154700?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/9152744383045154700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=9152744383045154700' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/9152744383045154700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/9152744383045154700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/03/cigano.html' title='Cigano'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-5388019080994090100</id><published>2010-03-05T14:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:09:24.830-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Jukebox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SjLFWfPR8vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xOdpJtt2NU8/s1600-h/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SjLFWfPR8vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xOdpJtt2NU8/s400/14.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #e06666;"&gt;Eu sou o vermelho das rosas que estão no edredom jogado no chão do seu quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #666666;"&gt;E eu sou o cinza no fantasma que se esconde dentro do seu guarda - roupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: lime;"&gt;Eu sou o verde da grama que se inclina para trás debaixo de seus pés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;E eu sou o azul na sua vista para os fundos onde o mar e o céu&amp;nbsp;se encontram&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Se você me cortasse acho que eu sangraria as cores das estrelas da noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Você pode ir a qualquer lugar que desejar porque eu estarei lá, onde você estiver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Eu sou o&amp;nbsp;negro das letras&amp;nbsp;nos livros&amp;nbsp;que você lê e memoriza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;E eu sou a laranja no melancólico da sua pele&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Eu sou o branco nas paredes que te observam&amp;nbsp;quando você não consegue dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;"&gt;E eu sou o pêssego na estrela-do-mar que gostaria que o porto não fosse tão profundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Todas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;as cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; da sua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Dia 14/03 tem Jukebox. Decidi colocar um post especial pra essa festa que eu adoro, onde encontro amigos e a alegria está sempre presente. Acho que essa musica tem tudo a ver com o clima da festa porque alem de muitas cores tem tambem muitos amores (sim no plural pq amor no singular nao tem graça nenhuma)... &lt;br /&gt;Eu queria colocar uma foto da ultima Jukebox mas nao encontrei nenhuma foto própria que pudesse / devesse ser divulgada (Paris-britney-Lindsay-Amy Winehouse feelings..) Então coloquei essa fotinha minha rodando meus queridos malabares... Será que mais alguem vai na Juke?! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspirado em The Technicolor Phase - Owl City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-5388019080994090100?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/5388019080994090100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=5388019080994090100' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5388019080994090100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5388019080994090100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/03/jukebox.html' title='Jukebox'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SjLFWfPR8vI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xOdpJtt2NU8/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4306806845521466661</id><published>2010-03-05T13:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:47:04.785-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Jogathivo e Baphonico.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Caraca ontem o dia foi bapho... Comecei o dia numa turbulência deliciosa! Tudo&amp;nbsp;estava ótimo... Trabalhei muito, fiz otimos contatos e fechei negócios muito produtivos.. Mas dai o dia acabou.. Eu nao sei como é a vida dos outros, mas na minha quando o dia acaba a rotina é sempre a mesma.. Trânsito de São Paulo, jantar, banho, BBB com os roommaters e cama... As vezes fico até mais tarde no escritório pra poder pegar menos trânsito e voltar menos stressado pra casa.. Mas é sempre a mesma coisa.. Não tem emoção, nao tem vida, nao tem graça. Quando o dia acaba, acaba meu animo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deve ser pq meu coração ta longe, ou porque nao tenho mais&amp;nbsp;animo pra sair, pra fazer novas amizades, pra virar a noite no msn, bate papo, orkut, facebook, twitter, formspring... bla bla bla (sim, tenho isso tudo)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fato é .. Sou do dia. Sou do trabalho, do foco, do objetivo, da metrópole, da correria... Sou de São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;tá a="" de&amp;nbsp;ontem&amp;nbsp;="" noite="" voltando=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;.. Um bapho, já disse. Depois de um incidente que aconteceu quando eu voltava pra casa ontem super tarde comecei a pensar mais em como eu gasto meus minutos preciosos de vida..&amp;nbsp; Cansei dessa vida assim politicamente correta, certa, disciplinada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu nunca pretendi passar dos 30 anos de vida.. Queria morrer por volta dessa idade. Tenho muito medo de ficar velho, sozinho, abandonado.. De certa forma é isso que acontece com a gente.. eu lembro que nos meus 17-23 anos eu tinha taaaantos amigos... tantos nossa.. era dificil ter contato com todo mundo mas eu conseguia.. Era popular e tudo era lindo.. dai o mundo vai girando e girando....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando voce percebe, está sozinho, cuidando de seus afazeres e seu melhor hobby é limpar a casa e trocar os objetos de lugar. total end of road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Entao, resumo da ópera, decidi me jogar. Ontem eu cometi a rebeldia de ficar vendo T.V até altas horas... Vi 3 filmes (One Missed Call, Don´t Mess With Zohan e Skins)... Fui durmir com um sentimento de vitória! Por ter quebrado a rotina com&amp;nbsp;algo proibido e rebelde.. Ahahahah Ok sou idiota.. hoje estou com sono mas estou feliz. A noite mais rebeldia virá!! &amp;nbsp;Hj é sexta vou pra uma festa na casa de uma amiga&amp;nbsp;e depois, a noite será minha amiga e companheira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um bj pra quem se deprime e está na solidão. Estou aberto para todas as possibilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4306806845521466661?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4306806845521466661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4306806845521466661' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4306806845521466661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4306806845521466661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/03/jogathivo-e-baphonico.html' title='Jogathivo e Baphonico.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-2225645383667883991</id><published>2010-03-04T19:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:10:56.123-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Protesto'/><title type='text'>Chegou a hora de protestar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acabei de ver esse site no blog do&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://paulobraccini-filosofo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paulo Braccini É o que tem pra hoje&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; e achei muito incrível e válido compartilhar aqui. Eu já assinei essa petição contra a corrupção e um monte de coisas mais.. Então estou divulgando. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Pra quem gosta de protestar mas vive em um mundo corrido, cansativo e cosmopolita&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; como eu,&amp;nbsp;é a melhor solução.. Protestar pela internet..Simplesmente ADOREI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deixo a dica pra quem quiser, e aconselho que todos o façam, o link está ai abaixo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Abs e sucesso pra todos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avaaz.org/po/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/po/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-2225645383667883991?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2225645383667883991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=2225645383667883991' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2225645383667883991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2225645383667883991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/03/chegou-hora-de-protestar.html' title='Chegou a hora de protestar!!!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-5704757987017755598</id><published>2010-03-04T17:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:58:03.485-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Não dá pra nao pensar em voce....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Andei pelas ruas de São Paulo sentindo o&amp;nbsp;teu cheiro solto pelo ar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Desde o ultimo carnaval, o&amp;nbsp;teu gosto não saiu da minha boca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me vicia, me&amp;nbsp;envenena, me enlouquece..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre que fecho os olhos e voce aparece na minha frente.. A cada toque a saudade mais me destroi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Diz pra mim que a gente vai se encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E que esse dia já ta quase chegando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E o meu coração, enfim, vai respirar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vem que a nossa história ta começando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não dá pra não pensar em você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tá cada vez mais difícil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não poder te ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O tempo e a distância entre nós &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não vão arrancar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A vontade que eu tenho aqui no peito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De te amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tentei adaptar essa musica mas a letra fala tão exatamente o que eu sinto que preferi deixar ela falar por si mesma&lt;/em&gt;. Sandy e Junior - Não dá pra não pensar.&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/1751391198226924779-5704757987017755598?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/5704757987017755598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=5704757987017755598' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5704757987017755598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5704757987017755598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/03/nao-da-pra-nao-pensar-em-voce.html' title='Não dá pra nao pensar em voce....'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4391051896424780589</id><published>2010-02-23T11:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:24:13.917-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Meu amor, Do tamanho de um Oceano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sei o que estou fazendo pode ser estúpido e que parece que estou só perdido olhando pro sol, mas é porque cada minuto que vai passando meu coração vai batendo mais forte e agora &lt;strong&gt;eu preciso dizer tudo que está entalado dentro de mim...&lt;/strong&gt; Cada vez que eu penso em voce, isso me leva à tentação e eu sei que também é assim com voce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Meus passos ficam marcados na areia, como meu coração ficou quando voce andou por ele a primeira vez, e o vento leva meus pensamentos e minhas esperanças até bem longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós pensamos iguais, amamos iguais, queremos as mesmas coisas...&lt;/strong&gt; Todas as noites quando eu fecho os olhos, uma lagrima teimosa insiste em cair.. Ela grita de alegria por eu &lt;strong&gt;finalmente ter encontrado o amor,&lt;/strong&gt; e chora de dor por esse amor estar tão longe de mim... Por alguns momentos, eu vejo você em frente a mim tão perto&amp;nbsp;mas não consigo dizer nada..&amp;nbsp;Eu rezo para que &lt;strong&gt;você não deixe,&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;até que um sorriso sai do meu rosto e o sonho termina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E mesmo que possa&amp;nbsp;parecer muito distante o ponto onde nós estamos, ainda é perto o bastante porque &lt;strong&gt;nós vivemos um amor do tamanho de um oceano&lt;/strong&gt;... Então todas as vezes que eu não posso te alcançar eu ligo meu farol do meio do mar.. e voce recebe meu sinal.. e ainda continuamos vivendo nosso &lt;strong&gt;amor gigante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu paro de andar e vejo o&amp;nbsp;eterno encontro do céu com o mar.. um infinito de azul e magia. Mais uma vez me deixo levar até voce e novamente oro para que nosso amor seja assim.. &lt;strong&gt;Um encontro,&amp;nbsp;um mistério, uma eternidade..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu quero que voce saiba que &lt;strong&gt;nada em voce me chateia, nada é incompleto.&lt;/strong&gt; Sempre que eu preciso de voce por aqui eu só preciso fechar os olhos e meu pensamento vai até voce.. E quando eu te encontro, essa passa a &lt;strong&gt;ser minha esperança e minha proteção&lt;/strong&gt;.. Tudo se torna tão real que eu posso te ouvir e te sentir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sei que nosso amor nunca vai acabar, assim com o mar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E voce sempre vai estar perto de mim. Com um amor do tamanho do oceano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspirado em Ocean Size Love - Leigh Nash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4391051896424780589?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4391051896424780589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4391051896424780589' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4391051896424780589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4391051896424780589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/02/meu-amor-do-tamanho-de-um-oceano.html' title='Meu amor, Do tamanho de um Oceano'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4553756745559018562</id><published>2010-02-22T16:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:14:59.447-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Eu to ferrado mas to tão feliz....</title><content type='html'>Eu comecei a andar pelas ruas em busca de alivio e emoção.. Queria uma descarga de adrenalina pesada no meu sangue indo direto pro meu coração... Comecei a sentir cheiro de perigo em todos os lugares.&lt;br /&gt;Coloquei uma roupa&amp;nbsp;noturna, defini minhas metas e pedi por meu sucesso. &lt;br /&gt;Me encrenquei totalmente, mas acabei me sentindo no paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz tudo errado de novo.. mas como posso me sentir tão bem?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava cheio de vontade de viver uma vida selvagem, e voce me aparece com&amp;nbsp;seus olhos cintilantes..&lt;br /&gt;Fiz minhas malas, acreditei nos seus movimentos e acabei me dando mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso acreditar!!! Como eu cai tão fácil, rápido e profundamente..&lt;br /&gt;Quando se trata de relacionamentos, amor, paixão.. Eu sempre escolho errado.&lt;br /&gt;Sou cego, burro e ingênuo... Se eu tivesse a chance de poder apagar, deletar, excluir, mas não, não quero. Estou bem, estou feliz estou me sentindo no paraíso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4553756745559018562?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4553756745559018562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4553756745559018562' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4553756745559018562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4553756745559018562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-to-ferrado-mas-to-tao-feliz.html' title='Eu to ferrado mas to tão feliz....'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-6771463542645525820</id><published>2010-02-17T14:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:42:38.669-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Estou sem palavras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não posso acreditar no que você me disse, &lt;strong&gt;no que voce fez&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;no que aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem à noite, quando estávamos sozinhos &lt;strong&gt;voce jogou tudo pro alto&lt;/strong&gt;, você desistiu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi a ultima cena que me lembro, voce deitado me mandando ir embora, meus olhos cheios de lagrimas teimosas e ao redor o mundo que teimava em girar contra minha vontade, fora do meu controle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que podemos&amp;nbsp;consertar o que voce quebrou?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu nunca vou falar novamente... porque voce me deixou sem palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca vou amar novamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não posso acreditar em como &lt;strong&gt;você me envergonhou com seus vícios e suas tolices.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;voce encontrou &lt;strong&gt;uma maneira fácil de rasgar meu coração&lt;/strong&gt; e estourar todas as bolhas dos meus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu sei que eu sou&amp;nbsp;complicado,&lt;strong&gt; sou um fracasso no amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Faço hoje um brinde a todos os corações partidos, a todas as mentes perigosas e desiludidas, a todos meus amigos ferrados e sem esperança. Somos todos iguais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Como voce pode ter coragem de fazer isso comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E depois de tudo que eu deixei para estar com voce, e depois de ter deixado meu mundo para ter seguir onde voce fosse, voce desiste de tudo!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que eu ainda poderia desistir de tudo por você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que eu ainda consigo falar, cantar, ou escrever uma canção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu acho que nunca mais vou amar novamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inspirado na obra prima de Lady Gaga - Speachless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-6771463542645525820?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/6771463542645525820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=6771463542645525820' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6771463542645525820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6771463542645525820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/02/estou-sem-palavras.html' title='Estou sem palavras.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-7024396101415632039</id><published>2010-02-11T16:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:21:30.374-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>Olhos Castanhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzTsch6Z1og&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzTsch6Z1og&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Brown Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Em seus olhos castanhos eu me esqueci, não pude mais fingir,e me vi fugindo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Liguei a minha musica e me perguntei o que deu errado.. Fiz a Miley Cirus em The&amp;nbsp;Climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Se tudo fosse tudo e tudo nunca acabasse, eu nunca seria apenas mais velho.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que essa é só uma canção boba sobre você e&amp;nbsp;sobre como eu me perdi nos seus olhos castanhos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu quero que voce&amp;nbsp;saiba que algumas pessoas tem olhos castanhos mas tem a cara triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu sabia que isso não podia estar certo porque eu nunca vi um sorriso tão lindo em um rosto com olhos tão castanhos como eu vi em você... Então, esqueço&amp;nbsp;de tudo e ligo meu som...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Em que eu era tudo, e tinha tudo mas derrepente tudo acabou e eu fiquei mais velho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Então esse é meu ultimo show, minha ultima renúncia, vou dizer adeus a tudo, tomo agora minha ultima dose, entrego minha ultima gorjeta e a partir de hoje, eu confesso sem surpresas e sem truques que me perdi [e que pertenço somente] nos seus olhos castanhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-7024396101415632039?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/7024396101415632039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=7024396101415632039' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7024396101415632039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7024396101415632039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/02/olhos-castanhos.html' title='Olhos Castanhos'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-2868621488971768676</id><published>2010-02-11T14:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:22:23.926-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Eu me machuco facilmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Minha pele é como um mapa onde o tesouro é meu coração. As pistas e as armadilhas sempre estiveram tão claras e sempre foi tão fácil chegar lá e me conquistar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sempre acreditei que o melhor era diminuir&amp;nbsp;a guarda, baixar as&amp;nbsp;defesas junto com minhas roupas e&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;aprender a cair sem nenhuma segurança para amortecer minha queda e levantar a cada decepção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dá pra ver como me tornei em cacos? Facilmente quebrável, rapidamente machucado.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso gostaria que voce fosse mais gentil quando estiver comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por onde eu caminho vejo marcas que voce deixou como um coração esculpido em uma árvore, marcas de dedo em copos de vinho, marcas de batom pelo espelho, marcas de dentes e unhas nas costas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu me machuco facilmente. Voce sabia que tem um monte dessas marcas que voce deixou dentro do meu coração também?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Qualquer um que me tocar pode me machucar ou me curar... Pode me amar ou me abandonar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por isso gostaria que voce fosse mais gentil quando estiver comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Inspirado em I Bruise Easily - Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-2868621488971768676?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2868621488971768676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=2868621488971768676' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2868621488971768676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2868621488971768676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-me-machuco-facilmente.html' title='Eu me machuco facilmente'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-5046069449572891123</id><published>2010-02-08T14:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:15:15.944-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Voce pode gostar ou não.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Voce pode me acusar de ser&amp;nbsp;um pecador nojento ou me indicar como um&amp;nbsp;santo celeste,&amp;nbsp; pode falar e pensar o que quiser sobre mim,.. &lt;strong&gt;Eu espero que voce tenha entendido&lt;/strong&gt; que eu sempre te deixei livre para opinar e descobrir. Quero que voce goste de mim pelo que eu sou e pelo que vivo, e me odeie pelo que finjo ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sim eu também finjo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me coloque num pedestal e me adore ou me jogue na lama e pise em mim... &lt;strong&gt;Não me importo.&lt;/strong&gt; Mesmo que todos os meus ossos se quebrem e minha pele se rasgue, ainda assim, suas palavras nunca vão me ofender. Os &lt;strong&gt;seus rótulos nunca vão me magoar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este é quem eu sou. voce pode gostar ou não. Voce pode me amar ou me deixar... Eu não vou parar de ser como sou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou assim&amp;nbsp;como tantas pessoas que tinham o seu jeito de pensar... Algumas se derão muito bem, não muito, algumas são lembradas e outras cairam no ostracismo... Se elas foram boas ou más, isso é com voce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No final do dia, a vida foi apenas um paradoxo e não teve sentido nenhum tudo o que voce&amp;nbsp;fez achando que estava contribuindo para uma vida melhor, e um amor eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por favor nao se ofenda com o que eu digo, mas eu prefiro não deixar uma uva estragar na videira, se nós podemos aproveitar para fazer um bom vinho. &lt;strong&gt;E brindar nossa paixão avassaladora e tenmporária..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok. Esse é quem eu sou. Voce pode gostar ou não.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inspirado em Like it Or Not - Madonna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-5046069449572891123?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/5046069449572891123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=5046069449572891123' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5046069449572891123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5046069449572891123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/02/voce-pode-gostar-ou-nao.html' title='Voce pode gostar ou não.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4505473377696963875</id><published>2010-02-04T21:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:20:19.937-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Esse mundo&amp;nbsp;é muito cruel para enfrentar sozinho.. Eu tenho uma cruz muito pesada pra&amp;nbsp;levar adiante.. Quando as luzes se acendem, todo mundo vai embora e voce fica sozinho sentindo o gosto da ultima boca que beijou, o ultimo&amp;nbsp;halito que passou por ali... As marcas das mãos no seu corpo estao queimando.. Eu me pergunto, de tudo o que me restou?:!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E é cruel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sempre começo achando que vou me libertar e que tudo vai ser engraçado no final.. As luzes estão apagadas, eu estou repleto e cercado mas nunca completo... nunca com alegria. Nunca é suficiente.. um, doi, quem sabe três.. Cada nova chance, uma nova possibilidade.. Será que ainda cabe a mim a escolha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Noites de chuva, noites de solidão.. Noites quentes que me remetem ao passado na minha cidade natal&amp;nbsp;em dias que eu achava que era feliz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo o que eu fiz, nao quero refazer. Tudo que foi terminado, nao quero reverter. Eu morri ha tanto tempo que nem me preocupo de consertar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O mundo vai continuar cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;*inspirado em Heavy Cross - Gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4505473377696963875?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4505473377696963875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4505473377696963875' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4505473377696963875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4505473377696963875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/02/esse-mundo-muito-cruel-para-enfrentar.html' title=''/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-609349341291091607</id><published>2010-02-04T20:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:42:50.533-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Mundo das maravilhas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Minha mente girou tantas vezes e viajou no infinito.. Eu cai tão depressa que nao percebi que derrepente estava no subterrâneo da minha própria vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquei pirado sem saber onde chegar, onde ir, pra onde fugir.. MIlhoes de vozes me seguiam muitos dedos me apontavam.. Eu corria sem saber pra onde.. Na mais completa escuridão do meu interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo o que eu queria era sobreviver. Mostrar que eu era capaz. Queria que todos soubessem que eu tinha total dominio sobre a situação e de qualquer forma eu seria igual e teria sucesso. Usei todas as minhas forças para segurar o mundo que desabava e para nadar contra a correnteza que me empurrava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não consegui. Eu cai, me esborrachei. me molhei, me entreguei fiz o meu melhor. mas quando acordei, estava no mundo das maravilhas.. Achei que estaria sujo e triste, mas ao voltar em mim, me dei por feliz e completo. Esse era enfim, o mundo das maravilhas. Eu sobrevivi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nao precisei mais fingir, nao precisei mais correr. Nao tinha que provar nem que me senti esmagado. Todas as vozes, todo o peso da minha consciencia tinham desaparecido. Meus pés tocavam o chao e meus olhos alcançavam o infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O que me derrubou foi o que me levantou. O que me destruiu, foi o que deveria me salvar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje eu moro no mundo das maravilhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-609349341291091607?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/609349341291091607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=609349341291091607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/609349341291091607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/609349341291091607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/02/mundo-das-maravilhas.html' title='Mundo das maravilhas.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-7879676263851389587</id><published>2010-01-04T15:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:01:36.594-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S0Ie7wFiy2I/AAAAAAAAALs/ZcRrJzb1ygk/s1600-h/PC250090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 512px; HEIGHT: 340px" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S0Ie7wFiy2I/AAAAAAAAALs/ZcRrJzb1ygk/s320/PC250090.JPG" width="504" height="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo postagem pelo Picasa.. Vamos ver se minha vida fica mais agil a partir de agora.&lt;br /&gt;Fotinha do Fim de Ano. Só faltou a Dri. Da esquerda pra Direita, meu irmao Nathan, Vivi (esposa dele), Keyth (irmã), Eu, minha gatinha Jennifer, Carol e Wilton. Todos na Pedra do Arpoador - Rio de Janeiro.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-7879676263851389587?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/7879676263851389587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=7879676263851389587' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7879676263851389587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7879676263851389587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2010/01/fazendo-postagem-pelo-picasa.html' title=''/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S0Ie7wFiy2I/AAAAAAAAALs/ZcRrJzb1ygk/s72-c/PC250090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-7814147205208142607</id><published>2009-11-16T19:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:24:00.319-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>findi fantastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SwHCz1i_5HI/AAAAAAAAALg/ODPCa3hPRpg/s1600/DSC04435o.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SwHCz1i_5HI/AAAAAAAAALg/ODPCa3hPRpg/s400/DSC04435o.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wil, eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-7814147205208142607?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/7814147205208142607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=7814147205208142607' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7814147205208142607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7814147205208142607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/11/findi-fantastic.html' title='findi fantastic'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SwHCz1i_5HI/AAAAAAAAALg/ODPCa3hPRpg/s72-c/DSC04435o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-8452326438991847624</id><published>2009-11-16T19:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:22:57.925-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>eh eh .. nothing else i can say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SwHCo1dbR3I/AAAAAAAAALY/nH4XLYIsZyg/s1600/DSC04440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SwHCo1dbR3I/AAAAAAAAALY/nH4XLYIsZyg/s400/DSC04440.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-8452326438991847624?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/8452326438991847624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=8452326438991847624' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/8452326438991847624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/8452326438991847624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/11/eh-eh-nothing-else-i-can-say.html' title='eh eh .. nothing else i can say...'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SwHCo1dbR3I/AAAAAAAAALY/nH4XLYIsZyg/s72-c/DSC04440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-1886875261858697086</id><published>2009-10-26T21:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:44:35.235-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Chega de ser direitinho...</title><content type='html'>Sabe uma coisa que eu reparei? Ultimamente eu to muito cabeça, muito serio.. falando só coisas reflexivas.. nossa nao conto uma fofoca, nao posto um vídeo.. nao falo mal de ninguem.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entao, pra nao correr o risco de ficar purificado demais e acabar deixando essa terra mais cedo, vo falar monte de besteira agora.. se voce nao quer ler futilidade, passa direto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso I - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente vcs ouviram a musica nova dela? Russian Roulette? Meu q musica chata! me decepcionou mais uma vez.. Primeiro foi espancada e nao fez nenhum escandalo nem se aproveitou disso, depois raspa a cabeça num moicano ridiculo e pinta com mechas loiras-amarelas.. gente que roupas q ela ta usando? ela ta querendo ser a lady gaga latina?! aff nao gostei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso II - Fashion Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que maneiro que foi. eu vi os videos.. gente aquela grace jones eh muito arraso,. olha me senti um desinformado ao afirmar que nao conhecia ela! kkkk e vaaarios artistas se inspiraram nela neh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caso III - Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;a Serena foi vista jantando junto com o nate e&amp;nbsp; a mae dele.. q romantico. ela namora com o outro pobrezinho da serie mas naum ta dando muito certo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain cansei... ser futil cansa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-1886875261858697086?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/1886875261858697086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=1886875261858697086' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1886875261858697086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1886875261858697086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/10/chega-de-ser-direitinho.html' title='Chega de ser direitinho...'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-3820670569120943636</id><published>2009-10-26T21:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:35:49.255-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>changes in my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;gente minha vida virou de ponta cabeça.. nossa tudo mudou em uma semana como uma ampulheta que a gente gira e derrepente fica upside down and inside out.. (nao sei como me expressar em portugues com a mesma certeza) enfim, eu simplesmente recebi uma ligação da minha antiga gerente de canal da Oi de São Paulo me chamando pra voltar a trabalhar.. Confesso que fiquei mega com o pé atras.. "São Paulo..?! Denovo?!.. aff ja nao foi enought?! Enfim.. orei, pedi conselhos, ponderei pra caramba e acabei vindo. Agora estou eu aki. Na Quarta recebi a ligação e tudo deu certo. Cheguei na Sexta pela manhã e fui direto pro treinamento... A vida ta mega corrida por aqui... e bastante diferente também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Voltei pro mesmo apartamento que eu morava antes.. com os mesmos amigos, na mesma igreja, e pasmem.. a mesma namorada. Nossa mãe.. como se eu nunca devesse ter saido daqui.. mas devesse somente rever meus conceitos, minhas atitudes, minha vida.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estar em casa no Rio de janeiro esses meses foi otimo pra pensar, pra refletir, botar a cabeça no lugar e se preparar pra continuar a caminhar.. são Paulo causa um mal nas pessoas desavizadas.. essa vida de downtown dexa a gente meio deslumbrado e eu acabei perdendo alguns dos meus valores mais importantes.. No rio eu me encontrei novamente. Hoje eu tenho a chance de continuar a escrever a historia da minha vida só que de um outro ponto focal, sob uma nova perspectiva.. A perspectiva eterna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Agradeço muito essa graça. Quantas pessoas gostariam de ter uma segunda chance e nunca conseguiram?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sou abençoado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-3820670569120943636?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/3820670569120943636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=3820670569120943636' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/3820670569120943636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/3820670569120943636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/10/changes-in-my-life.html' title='changes in my life...'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-417274269424717486</id><published>2009-10-26T21:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:29:04.407-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecologia'/><title type='text'>Está chegando.,. O Flash MOb nos blogs!! Divulgue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SuYwjsIthsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yB_ItwtHTCo/s1600-h/ask.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SuYwjsIthsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yB_ItwtHTCo/s640/ask.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-417274269424717486?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/417274269424717486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=417274269424717486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/417274269424717486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/417274269424717486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/10/esta-chegando-o-flash-mob-nos-blogs.html' title='Está chegando.,. O Flash MOb nos blogs!! Divulgue!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SuYwjsIthsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yB_ItwtHTCo/s72-c/ask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4595585902897639870</id><published>2009-10-22T13:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:24:45.176-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Confiar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nossa.. Esses ultimos dias tem sido muito diferentes pra mim.. Estou muito autobiografico, reflexivo e introspectivo. Quase nao saio de casa, e quando saio é pra caminhar pelas ruas ouvindo musica e sentir a vida ao meu redor. É quando eu deixo todas as preocupações de lado. Não tem ninguem, nao tem nada. somente eu, a estrada e a lua. Uma me leva onde eu quero e a outra ilumina meu caminho onde eu vou. São minhas amigas e companheiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Estou pensando bastante a respeito de como dirigimos nossas vidas. Se temos livre arbitrio para escolher ou se nossos atos são um fruto da união entre codigos genéticos e o ambiente que crescemos.. Varios filosofos falam que nossos atos são totalmente previsivies dependendo do local onde crescemos / vivemos.. Mas eu acinda acredito no livre arbitrio. Acredito que podemos fazer escolhas e mudar o rumo de nossos determinismos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Uma mulher que, por exemplo diz que grita com o marido pq esta com TPM, ou um cara que bebe, bate na esposa e se desculpa dizendo que fzz isso porque quando ele era criança o pai dele batia nele.. O mundo está cheio de pessoas colocando a culpa dos seus erros em outras pessoas e cada vez mais encontrando desculpas pra fazer o que querem, e não o que deve ser feito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SuB5HU7YmPI/AAAAAAAAALI/S28GLpyGVL8/s1600-h/caminhada_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SuB5HU7YmPI/AAAAAAAAALI/S28GLpyGVL8/s320/caminhada_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu to tentando fazer o que deve ser feito. eu to buscando o que é correto. Mesmo que muitas vezes o correto nao é o mais legal nem o caminho mais curto,.. O correto é sempre o caminho mais dificil, mais tortuoso, mais escuro, mais dificil de entender e de se concentrar. O correto é cheio de coisas pra se aprender e desenvolver.. Paciencia, tolerancia, mansidão humildade.. Todos esses atributos estao no caminho correto. Eu não sou exemplo pra ninguem e estou bem longe de conseguir, com facilidade, trilhar o caminho correto. Mas estou me esforçando. estou caindo, me machucando e levantando e continuando. Sei que há uma recompensa em ser o correto e em se esforçar pra ser o melhor. esse é meu foco, esse é meu objetivo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4595585902897639870?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4595585902897639870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4595585902897639870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4595585902897639870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4595585902897639870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/10/confiar.html' title='Confiar.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SuB5HU7YmPI/AAAAAAAAALI/S28GLpyGVL8/s72-c/caminhada_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-7822951826568808689</id><published>2009-10-20T10:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:09:53.299-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Igreja'/><title type='text'>O poder de Decolar!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/St2oYZ-ft6I/AAAAAAAAALA/RF3AtvVXqY8/s1600-h/117023-avi%C3%A3o+0333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/St2oYZ-ft6I/AAAAAAAAALA/RF3AtvVXqY8/s320/117023-avi%C3%A3o+0333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Semana passada eu aproveitei meu tempo livro pra fazer minhas visitas de mestre familiar.. Geralmente a mensagem é inspirada em uma das mensagens da primeira presidência que fica na Liahona, mas como eu não tinha a Liahona desse mes, resolvi pegar uma outra, a de Junho, onde tem um discurso muito singular do Elder Dieter Uchdoff 2º Conselheiro na Primeira Presidencia da Igreja. O discurso fala sobre oração. E é sobre isso que quero falar agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O presidente Uchdoff baseia seu discurso em sua experiencia de vida como piloto da aeronautica. Ele cita que durante sua vida como piloto, muitas vezes ele precisou decolar com o céu encoberto, feio, cheio de nuvens tenebrosas.. Mas qual não era a sua surpresa quando o avião ganhava altitude suficiente para ultrapassar as nuvens negras, um lindo céu claro e límpido se revelava.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa comparação é clara em nossa vida. Tem dias que estamos com nosso céu tomado por densas nuvens negras. Parece até que todos estao bem, as nuvens estão somente em nosso céu. Problemas financeiros, de saúde, falta disso, falta daquilo.. Nossos olhos só conseguem enxergar o cinza, o feio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; A primeira coisa que voce precisa entender é que as nuvens negras vao sempre estar lá. quer voce olhe para elas ou não. o que voce precisa fazer, é subir com o seu avião o mais alto possivel, para que voce começe a enxergar por cima das nuvens e nao abaixo delas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tem, que haver um esforço, voce tem que ficar forte o suficiente par poder levantar voo. Assim como um aviao tem que fazer sua força pra decolar. Senão ele fica soh correndo na pista e não sobe.. Ja parou pra pensar o quanto voce tem corrido e não consegue ver sua vida decolar?? Precisa de um esforço extra, algo que te tire da zona de conforto, e isso só voce sabe o que é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Existem várias coisas no evangelho de Jesus Cristo que te ajudam a decolar. Ir a igreja, ler as escrituras, ser humilde e manso, mostrar caridade... Todas são ótimas, mas a melhor ferramenta é a oração. Com ela voce se aproxima do Pai todo poderoso e começa a perguntar diretamente na fonte de Luz e Verdade o que voce precisa fazer a mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O Elder Bednar do Quorum dos 12 apostolos disse que Satanas treme quando o mais fraco dos homens se ajoelha e ora. Eu acredito que há poder na oração. E quando voce ora, pede por orientação e logo a seguir coloca em prática aquilo que obteve como resposta, Então é aonde a sua vida começa a decolar. E mesmo que as nuvens ainda estejam lá, voce vai começar a ver a vida por um novo patamar. De uma nova perspectiva.. A Perspectiva Eterna.&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/1751391198226924779-7822951826568808689?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/7822951826568808689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=7822951826568808689' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7822951826568808689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7822951826568808689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-poder-de-decolar.html' title='O poder de Decolar!!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/St2oYZ-ft6I/AAAAAAAAALA/RF3AtvVXqY8/s72-c/117023-avi%C3%A3o+0333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-829995817947622073</id><published>2009-10-13T12:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:38:51.307-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><title type='text'>Pink - I Dont Believe You</title><content type='html'>Essa é boa. Amei esse vídeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYk15r2VAHk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYk15r2VAHk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-829995817947622073?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/829995817947622073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=829995817947622073' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/829995817947622073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/829995817947622073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/10/pink-i-dont-believe-you.html' title='Pink - I Dont Believe You'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-1926811381694056602</id><published>2009-10-13T12:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:30:26.479-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mãos que Ajudam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Onda Limpa'/><title type='text'>Saindo da Caixa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse final de semana foi mágico pra mim.. Depois de uma trágica semana de chuva incessante, o sol resolveu dar a sua graça no domingo.. Entao, tivemos uma reunião muito boa pela manhã e a tarde eu resolvi &lt;b&gt;ir ao ensaio do Som do Rio..&lt;/b&gt; Levei meu irmao junto pra eu não ficar muito deslocado né.. Mas qual não foi a minha surpresa ao encontrar vários amigos por lá! Foi como se eu estivesse &lt;b&gt;me sentindo em casa denovo.&lt;/b&gt;. Encontrei tantas pessoas queridas, e conheci mais gente nova.. Foi ótimo! O ensaio pro Onda Limpa foi marcado por vibração, alegria e criatividade. O tempo passou e nem percebemos.. Voltei pra casa com uma alegria pulsante e um sentimento de &lt;b&gt;q ali era o lugar q eu pertencia..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;A segunda feira amanheceu com um sol radiante, logo como om carioca que sou, fui dar uma passada na praia. Dia 12/10, além de ser feriado da santa e dia das crianças, também é dia nacional do voluntário, então &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #20124d;"&gt;me engajei numa causa nobre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;. Me uni aos mais de 5 mil voluntários do projeto mãos que ajudam, que é dirigido pela Igreja de Jesus Cristo dos Santos dos Ultimos Dias, e fomos ajudar a limpar e conscientizar as pessoas sobre limpeza das praias de copacabana, ipanema e leblon. É muito bom poder ajudar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #20124d;"&gt;a tornar o mundo um pouco melhor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;, e é incrivel como ainda tem gente que não está nem ai pra isso, joga lixo de qualquer forma em qualquer lugar.. Enfim, falei pra caramba, dei panfletos, distribui eco bag e no final teve um show no posto 3 onde a gente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #20124d;"&gt;dançou e cantou e se divertiu demais!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Como é bom as vezes parar de pensar só em si mesmo e pensar no próximo.. São nesses momentos que vemos como nossos problemas são tão irrisórios e a vida é muito mais do que isso tudo!. Termino esse post com uma frase de Thomas S. Monson.&lt;i&gt; Jamais permita que um problema não solucionado fiquei no meio de pessoas que precisam ser amadas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olha os vídeos:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musica do Mãos que Ajudam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtDvtD11YH0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtDvtD11YH0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Musica do Onda Limpa:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BaFQieXsplE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BaFQieXsplE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-1926811381694056602?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/1926811381694056602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=1926811381694056602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1926811381694056602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1926811381694056602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/10/saindo-da-caixa.html' title='Saindo da Caixa..'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-9020455410766420826</id><published>2009-10-09T14:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:07:53.093-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>15 Anos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A minha cabeça está vazia. To ouvindo o novo single autobiografico da Taylor Swift - Fifteen e ponderando sobre os meus 15 anos.. Acho que todo mundo que ouvir essa musica e ver o vídeo vai acabar fazendo o mesmo.. Sinceramente.. foram anos brilhantes.. Eu acreditava que tudo iria acontecer naturalmente.. Eu iria me formar no segundo grau, seria um bom missionario, me casaria, ficaria rico, cercado de filhos... 15 anos foi uma idade de sonhos, projeções e de plantio.. Plantei tantas coisas.. hahahah posso me lembrar de tantas coisas que vivi e pessoas que conheci.. Hoje, quase 10 anos depois posso ver como foi bom plantar e cuidar dos meus sonhos.. Ja realizei tantos deles..! Alguns sonhos eu desisti no meio do caminho, outros foram substituidos... Muitos amigos se foram, outros sumiram sem nem dizer adeus.. Eu fiquei mais feio, careca.. Quanta coisa mudou em 10 anos!!! Só uma coisa nao mudou.. Dentro de mim. a vontade de realizar, de fazer acontecer.. de sonhar e de realizar continuam intactas! continuam vivas e vibrantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Estou vivo. agraeço por isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-9020455410766420826?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/9020455410766420826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=9020455410766420826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/9020455410766420826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/9020455410766420826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/10/15-anos.html' title='15 Anos...'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-3292904315963888505</id><published>2009-10-08T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:51:24.961-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Jamais!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu vi uma sombra, e  sabia que não era eu. Eu não quis entender mas não tinha como negar. Era você lá.. Entrelaçada com ele. Suas roupas jogadas pelo chão junto com os cacos do meu coração que começavam a cair.Seus olhos estavam em perdidos e aterrorizados de culpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que diga uma só palavra, tenho certeza que não será suficiente para apagar o que eu sei que acontece quando sonhamos com alguem. Esta é a minha casa e eu não vou permitir que o vc me desrespeite Não pertenço a você, Adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque agora que você foi pega, o que eu vou dizer?  É tão errado o que você fez, mas ainda me sinto assim pra baixo e destruido.. Eu não posso acreditar, nem  esquecer o que eu vi hoje e  você está querendo saber se eu fico... A resposta é jamais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-3292904315963888505?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/3292904315963888505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=3292904315963888505' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/3292904315963888505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/3292904315963888505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/10/jamais.html' title='Jamais!!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-3453198149237078002</id><published>2009-10-08T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:55:54.504-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Amor futuro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Um pouco mais de tempo.. E eu vou acabar descobrindo o seu nome.. É tão estranho como eu sinto que esperei voce por tanto tempo... Pode parecer uma loucura mas eu já sei que não vou demorar muito falando de um amor futuro porque ele logo vai se tornar real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Estamos tão distantes porque ainda nem nos conhecemos, mas voce está bem do meu lado e semrpe me pega  retratando seu rosto de novo.. Algo que eu sinto que valeu a pena esperar.   Eu coloquei meus planos pra depois porque eu sei o que quero, o que eu preciso...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Então, se alguem me perguntarm eu vou dizer que nem sei o seu nome.. Isso muda algo? não, não muda. Porque o que importa é  a maneira que você me ama, a maneira que você me conhece.. Eu nem sei explicar isso direito.. Só to pensando em nosso futuro amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andando de mãos dadas, passeando sob a luz da lua... Sim eu sou desses romanticos raros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Seu beijo e seu toque.. Eu imagino  todos os lugares onde quero te levar e todos os sorisos que vou arrancar do seu rosto...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-3453198149237078002?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/3453198149237078002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=3453198149237078002' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/3453198149237078002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/3453198149237078002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/10/amor-futuro.html' title='Amor futuro...'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-153677108554531423</id><published>2009-10-08T11:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:18:21.351-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Grudados como cola.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Eu achava que podia ser livre que não precisava de ninguem.. &lt;br /&gt;Eu achava que se enjoasse de voce, poderia arrumar alguem melhor&lt;br /&gt;Mas voce acabou me mostrando como eu estava completamente errado&lt;br /&gt;Eu achava que a vida era cada um com seus problemas sem se envolver na vida dos outros.. Mas você me mostrou que nós estamos juntos nessa..&lt;br /&gt;Agora já não posso mais tentar me afastar de você..&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acho que nada mais vai nos separar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque agora é tarde demais, não há como fugir, eu vou encarar os fatos.. Nós estamos presos um ao outro não há nada que possa mudar&lt;br /&gt;E as vezes que brigamos e discordamos, eu acho que nosso elo vai enfraquecer mas nada muda porque nós nos pertencemos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos presos um ao outro.. Presos um no amor do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu posso dizer que eu nao me importo, que eu vo ficar bem sem voce..&lt;br /&gt;mas voce sabe que seriam só palavras.. Que eu iria morrer se nao estivesse perto de voce... E os meus pensamentos, são todos pensamentos sobre voce&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor é como uma cola.. não há como .. nos separar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada que eu prefira fazer, do que estar com você para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Não posso pensar em nada melhor do que ficar preso a você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nada vai parar eu e você&lt;br /&gt;Porque você sabe que nós somos preso como cola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-153677108554531423?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/153677108554531423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=153677108554531423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/153677108554531423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/153677108554531423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/10/grudados-como-cola.html' title='Grudados como cola.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4162701508454476710</id><published>2009-10-05T09:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:44:10.364-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Besouro</title><content type='html'>Caraca !! Finalmente um filme nacional que eu vou querer ver!! Besouro. Pareçe ser uma boa produção.. Enfim. Milhoes de empresas e patrocinadores fizeram um filme que eu fiquei curioso.. Nada de atores da globo, nada de comédia romantica, nada de cenas de policiais e favelas-way-of-life.. Confira o trailler abaixo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2QgxB5xw-k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2QgxB5xw-k&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4162701508454476710?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4162701508454476710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4162701508454476710' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4162701508454476710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4162701508454476710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/10/besouro.html' title='Besouro'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4150658763908588301</id><published>2009-10-05T09:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:30:44.690-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>Madonna e Lady Gaga Brigando no SNL!!</title><content type='html'>Ahauha uahua Ficou muito legal e divertido as duas juntas!! Muito bom! Corra atrás Britney....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/smRvhXzi5U0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/smRvhXzi5U0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4150658763908588301?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4150658763908588301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4150658763908588301' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4150658763908588301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4150658763908588301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/10/madonna-e-lady-gaga-brigando-no-snl.html' title='Madonna e Lady Gaga Brigando no SNL!!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-1676919351557662475</id><published>2009-10-05T09:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:29:22.841-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><title type='text'>Lady Gaga ao vivo. Love Game, Bad Romance e Poker Face!</title><content type='html'>E ainda tem gente que não consegue entender porque eu gosto de Lady Gaga... Ela é demais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjw2GUVEflc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjw2GUVEflc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-1676919351557662475?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/1676919351557662475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=1676919351557662475' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1676919351557662475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1676919351557662475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/10/lady-gaga-ao-vivo-love-game-bad-romance.html' title='Lady Gaga ao vivo. Love Game, Bad Romance e Poker Face!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-8689340723055408055</id><published>2009-09-18T07:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:38:00.558-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Superação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Todo dia, uma nova vitória.. Cada segundo, uma superação. Viver tem que ser um desafio e um constante aprendizdo. Quem escolhe parar, descansar, se acomodar, acaba ficando pra tras.. Deixa de crescer, deixa de evoluir, deixa de viver. O ser humano é assim mesmo. Temos que lutar. qualquer principio de conforto que recebems, logo queremos parar e dai.. já era. Eu sei disso porque eu mesmo andei por ai querendo conforto.. Quebrei a cara, mas ainda bem que acordei rapido dessa ilusão....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje já não preciso aprender a lutar e sim, a recuperar o tempo e as oportunidades perdidas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe outra coisa que quero muito aprender,.. A falar tudo que eu sinto e tudo o que eu quero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;nossa.. isso seria uma grande superação pra mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-8689340723055408055?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/8689340723055408055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=8689340723055408055' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/8689340723055408055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/8689340723055408055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/09/superacao.html' title='Superação'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4984173301217678000</id><published>2009-09-17T12:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:38:16.642-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O poder da Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbsU3b2srQA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbsU3b2srQA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4984173301217678000?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4984173301217678000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4984173301217678000' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4984173301217678000'/><link 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbsU3b2srQA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbsU3b2srQA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-1619895703919035503?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/1619895703919035503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=1619895703919035503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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term='Noticias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Obrigado!!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Obrigado parapentista por ter feito o Biafra cantar só 20 segundos... kkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0yXBNkw16c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0yXBNkw16c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-7788189589193926567?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/7788189589193926567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=7788189589193926567' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7788189589193926567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/7788189589193926567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/09/obrigado.html' title='Obrigado!!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-8267048182208913167</id><published>2009-09-17T11:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:25:13.316-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noticias'/><title type='text'>Chris Brown fazendo serviço comunitário</title><content type='html'>Eu precisava disso pra ficar feliz... Chris Brown fazendo trabalho voluntário como pena por ter agredido a Ex namorada Rihanna... Que sirva de exemplo. violência é crime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIw1rZipBR0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIw1rZipBR0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-8267048182208913167?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/8267048182208913167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=8267048182208913167' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/8267048182208913167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/8267048182208913167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/09/chris-brown-fazendo-servico-comunitario.html' title='Chris Brown fazendo serviço comunitário'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4603660300535823904</id><published>2009-09-16T14:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:00:21.253-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britney Spears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>When I Found You - Britney Spears</title><content type='html'>Esse meu ultimo post me fez lembrar dessa musica da Britney.. Espero que gostem da musica pq o vídeo é um fã-made com cenas de outros videos dela.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljcIlAb0ACw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljcIlAb0ACw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4603660300535823904?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4603660300535823904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4603660300535823904' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4603660300535823904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4603660300535823904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-found-you-britney-spears.html' title='When I Found You - Britney Spears'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4330110081767745034</id><published>2009-09-16T13:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:53:25.881-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>Carencia x Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SrEX2wJmqeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0kxOtkNPgZ8/s1600-h/I_Found_You_by_Krows.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SrEX2wJmqeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0kxOtkNPgZ8/s320/I_Found_You_by_Krows.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ontem&lt;/span&gt; foi um dia bem amistoso pra mim.. Comecei tomando algumas decisões impotantes e reatando antigos laços que perdi com pessoas que foram, em algum momento importantes pra minha vida... Fiquei refletindo sobre como é saber viver. Até alguns anos atras eu vivia cercado de amigos.. Eram amigos mesmo.. meu grupo meus amigos, a galera que topava tudo.. Semre andavamos juntos.. Quando um faltava, todo mundo perguntava o que tinha acontecido.. Só que dai a gente cresceu.. Todo mundo foi pra missao e tudo mudou. Ok a maioria casou e o laços que a gente tinha simplesmente desapareceram.. Não sei se foi só comigo ou com todo mundo.. Prefiro acreditar que cada um seguiu a sua vida da maneira que acreditou ser melhor.. Se eu achar que foi só comigo vai ser mutio pior porque eu já tenho um serio problema com auto estima, pensando nisso nem sei o que vai me acontecer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #d9d2e9; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #d9d2e9; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A questão&lt;/span&gt; é, que eu sou muito dependente dos meus amigos.. Até quando eu fui morar sozinho em São Paulo a trabalho, a primeira coisa que me prestei a fazer foi conquistar novas amizades.. E mesmo assim, não deixei de ligar e me importar com os poucos amigos que ficaram no Rio.. Tanto que minha casa sempre esteve aberta pra recebe-los (E foi uma grane alegria quando eles o fizeram várias vezes). Sim, sou dependente de pessoas sim. Não sou carente, porque carencia é falta de afetividade. Eu sou solitário. Solidão é a falta de voce em voce mesmo. Quando a sua essencia não se encontra... Dai acabo me encontrando nos outros. no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;s meus amigos, na minha familia.. Nas pessoas que me cercam. e ontem foi muito legal por causa disso eu me encontrei mais um pouco nos amigos que retornaram. Estou feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #d9d2e9; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #d9d2e9; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acredito&lt;/span&gt; que em algum dado momento foi aprender a me achar em mim mesmo. Serei auto suficiente e completo.. Não sei como se faz isso, talvez encontrando um grande amor ou uma paixão avassaladora.. Mas por enquanto, é assim que eu vivo, é assim que eu sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4330110081767745034?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4330110081767745034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4330110081767745034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4330110081767745034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4330110081767745034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/09/carencia-x-solidao.html' title='Carencia x Solidão'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/SrEX2wJmqeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0kxOtkNPgZ8/s72-c/I_Found_You_by_Krows.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-1954557323907522067</id><published>2009-09-15T13:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:45:47.027-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UKISS'/><title type='text'>Old School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Então.. Eu to curtindo muito essa nova moda de Old School.. Eu tava reparando como hoje em dia as bandas modinhas tem seguido esse estilo não só aqui no Brasil como fora também.. Acho legal.. só estão me faltando algumas ideias pra conseguir montar um look completo.. Old School ainda está muito&lt;i&gt; teenager..&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem eu encontrei uma banda asiatica chamada UKISS.. Os caras cantam até bem e cantam até em várias linguas.. Mas o estilo é o que impera!! Abaixo tem uma foto de divulgação do mais novo cd deles. &lt;i&gt;FIK DIK&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/Sq_EgnKhjsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zh0bQZMFYNY/s1600-h/20090201120626307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/Sq_EgnKhjsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zh0bQZMFYNY/s400/20090201120626307.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-1954557323907522067?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/1954557323907522067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=1954557323907522067' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1954557323907522067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1954557323907522067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/09/old-school.html' title='Old School'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/Sq_EgnKhjsI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zh0bQZMFYNY/s72-c/20090201120626307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-6424313056888463136</id><published>2009-09-15T13:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:07:40.267-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Bem,&amp;nbsp; Esta decidido. hoje eu volto a escever no blog. Paralelo a isso, vou escrever minha auto biografia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Chegou a hora de dar a volta por cima, perseguir o resultado e conquistar o topo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quero escrever meu livro, plantar uma arvore, casar e ter varios filhos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Finalmente estou pronto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Vou acabar de vez com o hiato existente entre o homen sou, e o Deus que serei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/Sq-7u5OswQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NVGUgjBvO2E/s1600-h/kraum2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/Sq-7u5OswQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NVGUgjBvO2E/s400/kraum2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-6424313056888463136?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/6424313056888463136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=6424313056888463136' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6424313056888463136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6424313056888463136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/09/rehab.html' title='Rehab'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/Sq-7u5OswQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NVGUgjBvO2E/s72-c/kraum2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-2476143411514872210</id><published>2009-09-15T10:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:55:12.119-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Acho que vai ser amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O tempo tem se movido tão lentamente.. E eu já não tenho como fingir que aguento mais esperar. &lt;br /&gt;Como eu posso me segurar, olhando para você... Sabendo que vc sente isso também.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu me questiono sobre o que vais er, voce me abraça e me mostra que tudo vai dar certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Quero que  seja amor, quero que seja  ótimo.&lt;br /&gt;Quero que seja mais do que eu posso aguentar&lt;br /&gt;Quero que seja livre, e que seja  ser real. Quero que mude tudo o que eu sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que as vezes  seja triste, vai ser verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vamos ser eu e voce. Então, vai se amor.&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/1751391198226924779-2476143411514872210?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2476143411514872210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=2476143411514872210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2476143411514872210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2476143411514872210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/09/acho-que-vai-ser-amor.html' title='Acho que vai ser amor.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4062523127208090383</id><published>2009-07-30T10:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:47:53.414-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Somente para mulheres fenomenais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;TENHAS SEMPRE PRESENTE QUE A PELE SE ENRUGA, O CABELO&lt;br /&gt;EMBRANQUECE, OS DIAS CONVERTEM-SE EM ANOS.&lt;br /&gt;MAS O QUE É IMPORTANTE NÃO MUDA;&lt;br /&gt;A TUA FORÇA E CONVICÇÃO NÃO TÊM IDADE.&lt;br /&gt;O TEU ESPÍRITO É COMO QUALQUER TEIA DE ARANHA.&lt;br /&gt;ATRÁS DE CADA LINHA DE CHEGADA, HÁ UMA PARTIDA.&lt;br /&gt;ATRÁS DE CADA CONQUISTA, VEM UM NOVO DESAFIO.&lt;br /&gt;ENQUANTO ESTIVERES VIVA, SENTE-TE VIVA.&lt;br /&gt;SE SENTES SAUDADE DO QUE FAZIAS, VOLTA A FAZÊ-LO.&lt;br /&gt;NÃO VIVAS DE FOTOGRAFIAS AMARELECIDAS...&lt;br /&gt;CONTINUA, QUANDO TODOS ESPERAM QUE DESISTAS.&lt;br /&gt;NÃO DEIXES QUE ENFERRUJE O FERRO QUE EXISTE EM TI.&lt;br /&gt;FAZ COM QUE EM VEZ DE PENA, TE TENHAM RESPEITO.&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO NÃO CONSIGAS CORRER ATRAVÉS DOS ANOS, TROTA.&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO NÃO CONSIGAS TROTAR, CAMINHA.&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO NÃO CONSIGAS CAMINHAR, USA UMA BENGALA.&lt;br /&gt;MAS NUNCA TE DETENHAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MADRE TEREZA DE CALCUTÁ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4062523127208090383?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4062523127208090383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4062523127208090383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4062523127208090383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4062523127208090383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/07/somente-para-mulheres-fenomenais.html' title='Somente para mulheres fenomenais'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-1558936661130812852</id><published>2009-07-29T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:27:50.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta pra casa.</title><content type='html'>hoje eu nao quero escrever poemas, nem poesias.&lt;br /&gt;Não vo falar de coisas bonitas nem ckisas pra pensar nem coisas pra refletir..&lt;br /&gt;eu ja tenho pensado bastante.. Sei que a vida é uma coisa boa e pra ser feliz aqui tem que saber viver. Quando eu digo saber viver, não é voce ser uma coisa ou outra.. Não se trata de escolher um esteriotipo ou um tipo de vida.. é voce saber dançar conforme a musica... Isso é o mais dificil&lt;br /&gt;Desde o inicio do ano eu to morando aqui em São Paulo.. tem sido uma experiencia muito louca e muito grande pra mim estar aqui.. Eu aprendi muito, sonhei muito, vivi muito e passei por experiencias q jamais passaria sozinho..&lt;br /&gt;eu sou muito grato por tudo que aprendi e por tudo que vivi.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as noites eu orava e agradecia a Deus por esse momento. O Meu momento.... Eu agradecia pela vida e por poder passar por tudo aquilo. Fiz muita coisa errada, muita coisa certa.. As vezes achava que estava certo, mas logo descobria o erro... Enfim...&lt;br /&gt;Chegou no fim.&lt;br /&gt;Estou voltando pra casa agora.&lt;br /&gt;Volto para os meus que me amam, que me aceitam, que me criaram. Os meus.&lt;br /&gt;Volto para meu sol, minha luz, minha energia, minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;esqueço das dores esqueço de tudo. Viro a pagina, fecho o livro.&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceu aqui, ficará aqui. as lembranças vão comigo e no caminho eu vou joga-las ao vento.. pra que se espalhem e inspirem as pessoas que ficaram por onde passei. Quero que sejam felizes quero que descubram a paz que eu descobri com essa decisao que tomei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas de alguma forma eu sinto que ainda vou chorar muito e vou sentir muita saudade desse lugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-1558936661130812852?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/1558936661130812852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=1558936661130812852' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1558936661130812852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/1558936661130812852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/07/de-volta-pra-casa.html' title='De volta pra casa.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-4201093861872649038</id><published>2009-07-23T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:29:55.327-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>confissão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Eu achava que era livre e que não precisava de ninguem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;acreditei que iria arranjar alguém melhor e que tudo ficaria bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; mas você sabe que bem somos nós quando estamos juntos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; Sinceramente eu acredite que poderia viver bem mesmo com meus medos e duvidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;me desligando de voce, tudo estaria bem mas e ai?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Quanto mais eu corro de voce, mais voce está presa em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; Porque é tarde demais, não há como fugir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;eu confesso que estamos presos um ao outro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;eu me rendo nao tem mais nada que eu possa fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; já faz muito tempo, tem sido muito duro, porque nós nos pertencemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Eu até posso dizer que não me importo se voce me diz que prefere ficar com outro cara ou que vai ficar bem sem mim mas por dentro voce sabe que eu iria morrer se eu não estivesse perto de você.. Hoje eu não quero mais convencer você que é melhor seguir-mos cada um seu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;porque até os meus pensamentos são pensamentos sobre você.. Até os meus sorrisos são pra voce.. E os meus melhores beijos sempre foram seus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-4201093861872649038?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/4201093861872649038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=4201093861872649038' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4201093861872649038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/4201093861872649038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/07/confissao.html' title='confissão.'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-2131043534587145181</id><published>2009-07-23T14:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:15:54.021-03:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;tudo esta diferente agora.&lt;br /&gt;eu decidi assim. eu decidi&lt;br /&gt;muda o trabalho, muda o caminho, a mente, a roupa, a musica&lt;br /&gt;a unica coisa que nao muda e a indecisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mudar pra onde?&lt;br /&gt;mudar pra que?&lt;br /&gt;sera que a mudança vai ser melhor do que agora?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-2131043534587145181?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2131043534587145181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=2131043534587145181' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2131043534587145181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2131043534587145181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/07/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-2935627662282894566</id><published>2009-07-17T11:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:49:34.372-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Felizes para sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Da ultima vez que voce fez drama comigo eu pensei... "Eu não quero mais isso...”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Foi ai então eu joguei fora a aliança que voce me deu, me levantei, arrumei as minhas coisas e parti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ninguem acreditou quando eu disse que iria embora de vez, porque eu já tinha ido embora tantas vezes e sempre acabava voltando... Eu vi o seu deboche e ouvi o seu sarcasmo enquanto eu arrastava as minhas malas para fora de casa. Voce achou que eu não conseguiria, mas agora&amp;nbsp; reconhece que eu nunca cheguei tão longe. E enfim estou partindo com certeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Normalmente quando eu ouvia uma piada sobre a minha atitude,&amp;nbsp; era o momento que eu iria me sentir fraco, abaixaria a cabeça e desistiria de tudo totalmente persuadido a ficar e continuar na mesma vida tola e vulgar.. Mas dessa vez quando eu entrei no carro olhei nos seus olhos algo em mim me dizia Vá! e jamais volte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto eu dirigia pelas estradas da vida, o vento forte soprava no meu rosto e eu me sentia livre e vivo depois de muito tempo. Esse mesmo vento levava as minhas lembranças e aflições para bem longe, onde só a fumaça do meu carro iria acompanhar. Eu desisti de entender porque eu fiquei tanto tempo me negando, me aniquilando.. acreditando que existia futuro estando com vc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A duvida, o medo, a frustração agora foram substitudos pela alegria e pela risada que eu dou cada vez que lembro da sua cara me vendo partir de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Chega dessa historia de "Felizes para sempre". Isso definitivamente não é para mim"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Porque finalmente eu entendi que mereço algo melhor depois de todas as decepções que passei.. Decidi que de agora em diante, eu nao vou deixar nenhuma outra lágrima cair"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Agora eu respiro como nunca tinha respirado antes. Não quero drama nunca mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-2935627662282894566?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/2935627662282894566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=2935627662282894566' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2935627662282894566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/2935627662282894566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/07/sem-felizes-para-sempre.html' title='Sem Felizes para sempre'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-5696928918598931919</id><published>2009-07-16T13:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:24:51.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A hora da dieta!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Gente quem me conheçe sabe que eu adoro uma dieta maluca... Ha um tempo atras eu me submeti a varias experiencias loucas pra poder emagrecer.. Eu nem tava tão gordo mas eu coloquei isso como projeto de vida e fui em frente.. O resultado? Emagreci 10k em uma semana.. nunca vou me esquecer disso.. Numa semana eu tava fortinho e na outra, eu tinha virado um Faquir Indiano... kkkkkk. Hoje eu encontrei um texto na internet super util, achei muito legal e resolvi postar aqui pq alem de ser instrutivo ele é muito real. Entao, espero que gostem!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Uma das maiores provas da ligação entre os sentimentos e a obesidade é quando o obeso passa por uma redução drástica do peso. Em muitos casos, a mente não acompanha as mudanças do corpo. O gordo emagrecido tem a cabeça de &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;gordo&lt;/span&gt; e o corpo magro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que você tem a “cabeça de gordo”?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a2c4c9; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- Só sente prazer extremo, um êxtase, quando come. E não consegue nomear outras atividades que provoquem satisfação elevada;&lt;br /&gt;- Não prioriza a qualidade dos alimentos;&lt;br /&gt;- Não come verduras, legumes e frutas;&lt;br /&gt;- Come escondido, fora dos horários das refeições;&lt;br /&gt;- O hábito alimentar inadequado muitas vezes foi herdado da família ou foi desencadeado por problemas pessoais e profissionais, que resultam em perda da auto-estima e, em casos avançados, pode levar à depressão;&lt;br /&gt;- Acha que sem os quilos extras a sua vida mudaria totalmente. O correto era pensar que se mudasse de vida, aí conseguiria perder esses quilos;&lt;br /&gt;- Quer ser “emagrecido”, sem esforço, e ainda responsabiliza somente os alimentos e os médicos pelo fracasso na dieta. Nunca assumi a culpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-5696928918598931919?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/5696928918598931919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=5696928918598931919' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5696928918598931919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5696928918598931919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/07/hora-da-dieta.html' title='A hora da dieta!!'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-3702152684156189745</id><published>2009-07-16T10:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:49:12.544-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diario'/><title type='text'>over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/Sl8vsxyJZWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OdXcVTPLw0I/s1600-h/amon+costas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/Sl8vsxyJZWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OdXcVTPLw0I/s400/amon+costas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não queria que nada disso terminasse assim.. uma confusão, um vazio, tudo cinza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;essa historia tinha tudo pra dar certo e nunca ter um final. nem feliz nem triste, sem final&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;mas hoje acabou todo o trabalho, dor, noites perdidas.. tudo acabou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ficaram o vazio, a duvida, a incerteza, o amanhã. Triste, eu estou triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei se volto, nao sei se fico, nao sei se quero, nao sei se sumo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu quero voce mas nao estou pronto pra ser o homem que voce quer que eu seja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu quero voce mas voce nao me diz que tambem me quer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu quero voce mas se eu voltar vou me sentir pior do que agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu quero voce mas voce tem um preço caro que agora não posso pagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu quero ser só&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-3702152684156189745?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/3702152684156189745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=3702152684156189745' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/3702152684156189745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/3702152684156189745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/07/over.html' title='over'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/Sl8vsxyJZWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OdXcVTPLw0I/s72-c/amon+costas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-5001643089759156838</id><published>2009-07-15T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:40:07.007-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu dono é a Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Acabei de ouvir essa musica e tem tudo a ver comigo..&amp;nbsp; 365 - São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tem dias que eu digo "não" então vem inverno no meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Meu mundo está em tua mão, frio e garoa na escuridão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Em São Paulo o meu dono é a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Diga "sim" Que eu digo "não"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Quem é seu dono? Ninguém, São Paulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751391198226924779-5001643089759156838?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/5001643089759156838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=5001643089759156838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5001643089759156838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/5001643089759156838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/07/meu-dono-e-solidao.html' title='Meu dono é a Solidão'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751391198226924779.post-6193704069167191439</id><published>2009-07-15T13:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:02:43.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'>confuso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Te fiz comida, velei teu sono, fui teu amigo e te levei comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;então me diz... Pra mim? O que é que ficou?&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/1751391198226924779-6193704069167191439?l=soueuamon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/feeds/6193704069167191439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751391198226924779&amp;postID=6193704069167191439' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6193704069167191439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751391198226924779/posts/default/6193704069167191439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soueuamon.blogspot.com/2009/07/confuso.html' title='confuso'/><author><name>Amon Ribeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406516127390727102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE8LMLp7hxI/S8y0Tw8HkiI/AAAAAAAAATY/KqOZJxgC_Qg/S220/SAM_04391.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
