<?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-16898674</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:36:29.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Significação</title><subtitle type='html'>Expressar? Aham!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16898674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593528108880072953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16898674.post-114574291135832568</id><published>2006-04-22T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T16:55:11.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O despertar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deito em minha cama, fecho meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu ainda consigo sentir o calor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a respiração silenciosa que me arrepia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;os lábios que umideciam os meus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;e me tiravam da realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi tudo tão rápido, mas tão intenso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu queria poder viver esse sonho eternamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada fração de segundo teve seu valor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ficou guardado em forma de saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca imaginei a proporção do sentimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;parecia que estava petrificado, adormecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A partir do primeiro contato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;de cada minuto sentindo o teu calor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;algo floresceu, a chama ardente da paixão me envolveu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E foi na noite serena, tão próxima das forças da natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;que o amor saiu do seu esconderijo e resolveu se entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A felicidade foi inagualável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a sensação de tudo ser recíproco me contagiou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;senti um frio na barriga e meu coração se acelorou intensamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Misturou-se alegria com medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;perdi a noção dos sentidos e me entreguei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;agarrei e pretendi nunca mais soltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Olhei nos seus olhos e senti as almas se entrelaçarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porém, o medo predomina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;medo de sofrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;medo de nada dar certo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;medo de alimentar demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;medo de amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas eu amo, intensamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vivo cada momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;acredito que tudo pode ser superado quando se tem o pé no chão e se deseja algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu confio em você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acredito naquelas palavras ditas com o fascínio do seus olhos azuis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu quero, eu desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Farei de tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho calma, te espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero que tudo possa fluir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e que meu amor aumente a cada dia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16898674-114574291135832568?l=fugaon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/feeds/114574291135832568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16898674&amp;postID=114574291135832568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16898674/posts/default/114574291135832568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16898674/posts/default/114574291135832568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-despertar.html' title='O despertar'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593528108880072953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16898674.post-113556457215569446</id><published>2005-12-25T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T21:36:12.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Máscara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mesma máscara que cobre o rosto é aquela q se apresenta a humanidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;disfarçada de pureza e materializada ao aparecer moldada para a sociedade - como espetáculo- aplaudida e adimirada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Essa mesma máscara tão espetaculosa, é aquela que foi adaptada e que esconde a face da verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela em que a vergonha foi transformada em ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E o ser é exposto como a própria idealização&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poderia se referir a auto-negação. E sim, ela te acompanha em vários momentos da vida, mesmo que incoscientemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas uma hora, a vontade de se revelar, sair do casulo que foi construído por nós mesmo vem a tona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E nos deparamos com forças que nos pressionam a tomar uma decisão: buscar a felicidade ou continuar sendo a mentira em forma humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Você poderá continuar com a máscara estéticamente elaborada e buscar o tal sentimento de alegria na sua [pseudo]vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porém, ao desvencilhar da bela moldura que lhe enconbre o rosto, irá se deparar com o gosto da liberdade, de que nada mais importa do que a SUA própria camada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E é na hora da morte, terá orgulho de saber que você não foi somente mais um material descartável. Teve a audácia de mostrar seu verdadeiro eu e poder desfrutar de uma felicidade que poucos terão o prazer de desfrutar: a de viver uma real vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16898674-113556457215569446?l=fugaon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/feeds/113556457215569446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16898674&amp;postID=113556457215569446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16898674/posts/default/113556457215569446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16898674/posts/default/113556457215569446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/2005/12/mscara.html' title='Máscara'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593528108880072953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16898674.post-112837038524532368</id><published>2005-10-03T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T15:13:05.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So..sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A cada dia que passo vejo que menos entendo o ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que passei muito tempo tentando desvendar seus mistérios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tentar compreende-los e decifrar o pôr que de determinadas atitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais uma vez me vejo de cara com o impossível e fico descrente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que esse altruísmo que me acompanha é que atrapalha tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talvez se houvesse uma pitada de maldade eu não cairia tantas vezes no mesmo buraco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porém, acho que ás vezes é impossível nos re- modelar e tantar agir igual a muitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre fui a favor do diferencial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As vezes acho que  começo a agir ingênuamente e perco a noção de sentindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E mais uma vez você acorda quando tudo está por terminar e não tem mais jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vem o  famoso "baque"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Até quando isso vai ocorrer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Será que terei que ser menos altruísta?&lt;br /&gt;Será que terei que valorizar menos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como controlar meus sentimentos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Será que fugir é o melhor remédio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A listas de perguntas seguem infinitamente, está na hora de elaborar um novo Paradigma... mas será que ele responderá minhas perguntas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sinto que tudo aquilo que contrui e adimirava foi quebrado, estilhaçado. Quero de volta aquele encanto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16898674-112837038524532368?l=fugaon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/feeds/112837038524532368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16898674&amp;postID=112837038524532368&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16898674/posts/default/112837038524532368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16898674/posts/default/112837038524532368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/2005/10/sosad.html' title='So..sad'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593528108880072953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16898674.post-112795606902404087</id><published>2005-09-28T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:07:49.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poderia durmir eternamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se continuasse feliz assim, estaria realizada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Era tudo tão perfeito, tão real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem parecia que fazia parte do meu imaginário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas o que é imagético sempre tem uma conotação agradável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Posso crer que nada daquilo que passou na minha mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enquanto durmia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não virá acontecer, até porque dentro das condições, seria impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas foi bom enquanto durou esse momento onírico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Consegui tirar um pouco os pés da realidade e viver um momento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mágico (mesmo sendo clichê, a palavra é a mais adequada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que para esses tipos de coisas que existem nossos momentos oníricos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;em que o inconsciente busca se revelar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tentar resolver problemas pendentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e principalmente "expressar" seus atos falhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por que não sonhar? (quando estamos durmindo, é claro!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que pelo menos aliviamos aquela tensão do mundo real nem se for por algumas horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E quem  sabe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;encontraremos  momentos de felicidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Particularmente, não gostei muito do que escrevi, mas queria me expressar!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16898674-112795606902404087?l=fugaon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/feeds/112795606902404087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16898674&amp;postID=112795606902404087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16898674/posts/default/112795606902404087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16898674/posts/default/112795606902404087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/2005/09/sonho.html' title='Sonho...'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593528108880072953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16898674.post-112741145356558416</id><published>2005-09-22T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:50:53.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Era uma vez... uma menina inocente, sonhadora, sensível, meiga, sem problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.:Veio a adolescência.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;curtição.baladas.dorgas.namoros.sexo.rock and roll.construção de identidades.duvidas.revoltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.E quando chega a fase adulta, todo esse encanto, emoções, curtições, fragilidades acabam se enterrando junto com as sementes e a flor que começa a nascer não é a mesma que enfeito um belo jardim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.Já não há mais essa visão antopocentrica (mas que muitos ainda têm) das coisas e o mundo passa a ser enxergado com outros olhos e é nesse momento que começamos a ver como é tal realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.Às vezes queria voltar a ter meus 15 anos para fantasiar minha vida (sim, essa foi uma das minhas melhores fases), em contradição, a idade q tenho permite uma visão mais crítica e um espírito de transformação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Sem pré- conceitos]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16898674-112741145356558416?l=fugaon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/feeds/112741145356558416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16898674&amp;postID=112741145356558416&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16898674/posts/default/112741145356558416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16898674/posts/default/112741145356558416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593528108880072953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16898674.post-112715501158388615</id><published>2005-09-19T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:36:51.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotina?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acorda que nem zumbi.Toma banho, escova os dentes.Se arruma pega o ônibus, 45 minutos.Pensa na vida enquanto viaja.Faculdade, se for aula de semiótica melhor.Sinal.Peeeeeeen.Ir pra casa, fazer almoço.Estudar, nerdar, descansar. Ver filme, ler, conversar.Hora de dormir.Boa noite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boa noite mais longos da vida, em que a cabeça não para de oscilar entre a possibilidade e a realidade em si. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por quê que toda noite é assim? Há de mudar algum dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brigas familiares.Stress em estudos.O não ou a falta de conseguir gostar de álguem.Servir somente como ombro amigo. Não poder compartilhar problemas.Desanimo.Cabeça quente.Um dia esfria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há de aumentar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Então, good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16898674-112715501158388615?l=fugaon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/feeds/112715501158388615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16898674&amp;postID=112715501158388615&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16898674/posts/default/112715501158388615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16898674/posts/default/112715501158388615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/2005/09/rotina.html' title='Rotina?!'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593528108880072953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16898674.post-112715020161120966</id><published>2005-09-19T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:50:53.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefácio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Prefácio: Discurso ou advertência, ordinariamente breve, que antecede a escrita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esse blog não será um diário, relatos de um dia. È através dele que irei me expressar, seja de forma de forma alegre ou melancólica. Acho que isso será de grande valia, já que passo a maior parte do meu tempo me alimentando de tecnologias e trocando um simples cadernos em que me expressava por uma tela de computador.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos na era da Informação, não? È melhor se adequar aos meios antes que seja tarde e cá pra nós, é um meio muito mais fácil (pessoas preguiçosas como eu!). Mas claro que devo enfatizar que não devemos deixar essa Era Digital abolir culturas que até então lutam para ser preservadas.&lt;br /&gt;Juro que não falarei mais q nem vó. Mas poxa...esse foi o meu prefácio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poucas pessoas terão acesso a este "recinto", somente amigos q gosto, que tenho consederação e que devem saber como tenho andado, sobre meus desejos,talvez até minha arte!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16898674-112715020161120966?l=fugaon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/feeds/112715020161120966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16898674&amp;postID=112715020161120966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16898674/posts/default/112715020161120966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16898674/posts/default/112715020161120966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fugaon.blogspot.com/2005/09/prefcio.html' title='Prefácio'/><author><name>Pam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593528108880072953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
