<?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-1950667645313131222</id><updated>2011-08-25T06:22:08.052-07:00</updated><category term='sites'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='escrever'/><category term='terror'/><category term='problemas'/><category term='comodismo'/><category term='artur da tavola'/><category term='pensamentos'/><category term='fraca'/><category term='reflexoes'/><category term='felicidade possivel'/><category term='colegio'/><category term='my god'/><category term='trilha sonora'/><category term='Filmes'/><category term='final de semana'/><category term='my complicated life'/><category term='fase'/><category term='the beatles'/><category term='incognita'/><category term='album'/><category term='the doors'/><category term='trash'/><category term='paciência'/><category term='vida'/><category term='fernanda takai'/><category term='suspense'/><category term='caio fernando abreu'/><category term='apenas ouse'/><category term='arriscar'/><category term='palavras avulsas'/><category term='recomeço'/><category term='Roda viva'/><category term='cult'/><category term='Amor platonico'/><category term='radiohead'/><category term='saudosismo'/><category term='across the universe'/><category term='cake'/><category term='decisões'/><category term='nara leão'/><category term='Novembro'/><category term='paz'/><category term='mariana aydar'/><title type='text'>Cellar Door.</title><subtitle type='html'>Minha forma egocêntrica de ver o mundo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-3662907253493384752</id><published>2011-07-03T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T14:07:26.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho que aprender a ter amor próprio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-3662907253493384752?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/3662907253493384752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=3662907253493384752' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/3662907253493384752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/3662907253493384752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2011/07/tenho-que-aprender-ter-amor-proprio.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-5495478409525493628</id><published>2011-07-03T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T14:00:16.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porta encostada</title><content type='html'>Chega o final da noite, o final de um dia, a fadiga de uma semana toda.&lt;br /&gt;A cabeça encosta no travesseiro e a mente vai a mil. E dentre tudo isso, a guarda baixa e você se ver pensando somente em esquecer tudo e deixar aquela porta encostada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho melhor nao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-5495478409525493628?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/5495478409525493628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=5495478409525493628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/5495478409525493628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/5495478409525493628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2011/07/porta-encostada.html' title='Porta encostada'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-371951162951019333</id><published>2010-11-27T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T07:35:28.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the doors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro'/><title type='text'>Chegando..</title><content type='html'>Final do ano chegando. O mês de novembro foi relativamente interessante, acho que pelo fato de sentir que pela primeira vez sinto me capaz de desligar-me do meu passado. Não digo que estou curada, mas isso é um passo chave, como dizem. Me sinto bem, porque sei que tenho comigo pessoas maravilhosas me apoiando e que realmente querem o meu bem.Espero eu conseguir retribuir tanto... Pelo visto valeu a pena todo o que eu passei. Consegui "selecionar" bem minhas companhias.&lt;br /&gt;Para completar, dia 30/11 será minha entrevista de emprego. So espero conseguir este estágio, pois não aguento mais tanta ociocidade e recursos financeiros reduzidos. Nada pior!&lt;br /&gt;Enfim. Hoje é sabado e pretendo sair dessa minha fase tao antisocial. Acho que ja chega ter que ficar em casa vendo filme e mais filmes sempre. Bora viver minha vida daqui por diante!&lt;br /&gt;Trilha sonora de hoje? The Doors, honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i27t5txCrwg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i27t5txCrwg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei feliz hoje. Não vou desistir agora. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-371951162951019333?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/371951162951019333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=371951162951019333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/371951162951019333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/371951162951019333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2010/11/chegando.html' title='Chegando..'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-4115973526737781917</id><published>2010-11-08T05:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T05:59:05.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que olhos grandes você tem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/strangepictures/5158141488/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4059/5158141488_7ce9d5b22d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/strangepictures/5158141488/"&gt;Que olhos grandes você tem...&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/strangepictures/"&gt;Strange Pictures.&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando o ocio bate e a oportunidade tambem, principalmente quando sua prima danada vem pegar sua fantasia de chapelzinho vermelho e seu lobo mal, ai temos uma sessão de fotos tipo essa.&lt;br /&gt;Até que rendeu um bocado, não? =)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-4115973526737781917?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/4115973526737781917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=4115973526737781917' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/4115973526737781917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/4115973526737781917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2010/11/que-olhos-grandes-voce-tem.html' title='Que olhos grandes você tem...'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4059/5158141488_7ce9d5b22d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-1320455237112294160</id><published>2010-09-20T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T08:45:06.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Dicas de sites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrkyYuzX2Kk/TI9lLqYQaoI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/32P0kJ6deNs/s320/835-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrkyYuzX2Kk/TI9lLqYQaoI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/32P0kJ6deNs/s320/835-6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andei estes dias a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fuçar&lt;/span&gt; sites de filmes interessantes. Achei alguns brilhantes! Sempre colocando em foco a parte de Horror/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trash&lt;/span&gt;/Terror , Notas 10 para todos!&lt;br /&gt;Ai estão alguns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://avoltadosmortosvideos.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://cinedarkside.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://cinecultclassic.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que apreciem! ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-1320455237112294160?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/1320455237112294160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=1320455237112294160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/1320455237112294160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/1320455237112294160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2010/09/dicas-de-sites.html' title='Dicas de sites!'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrkyYuzX2Kk/TI9lLqYQaoI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/32P0kJ6deNs/s72-c/835-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-7784528556108273706</id><published>2010-08-31T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T06:14:52.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mas o começo.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4923725797_29423e679c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 454px; height: 255px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4923725797_29423e679c_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mas o começo é sempre ligado ao fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; De algo bom ou de algo ruim..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mês nefasto chegando ao fim. Amém! Talvez agora as coisas andem, mas deixemos de ficar esperando por influências astrológicas favoráveis e vamos andar com as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;próprias&lt;/span&gt; pernas, não é?&lt;br /&gt;O desemprego ainda me assombra. Eu sei que se eu me esforça-se mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; estaria na labuta, mas as coisas pra mim não continuam muito &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fáceis&lt;/span&gt;. Diabretes ainda me assombram, me atentam, me desestabilizam, e logo quando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; estava "praticamente bem". Mentira. É isso que dá deixar o tratamento para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trás&lt;/span&gt; por causa de uma ilusória &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;irrefutável&lt;/span&gt; melhora.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, não basta lamentar. Tem que correr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;, botar os pingos nos "i"s da vida e pronto! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Já&lt;/span&gt; estou visando um estagio muito bom por sinal. Esperar que dê certo.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tive receio com esses novos começos. Não sei ao certo se é medo, receio, pura ansiedade. Vai ver é tudo isso e mais alguma coisa. Vai ver por isso que sempre sofro com finais, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;desapegos&lt;/span&gt;... trabalhar com isso mais tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Musica que não sai da cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/_XAP38O9woQ/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XAP38O9woQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XAP38O9woQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/1950667645313131222-7784528556108273706?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/7784528556108273706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=7784528556108273706' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/7784528556108273706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/7784528556108273706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2010/08/mas-o-comeco.html' title='&quot;Mas o começo..&quot;'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4923725797_29423e679c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-2418297175839152842</id><published>2010-08-04T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T05:49:38.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudosismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor platonico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colegio'/><title type='text'>Playground Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwOHqery7Do/TFlgoYVsgZI/AAAAAAAAFWc/XuNn2_NAzUI/s1600/OgAAAM7VmEaxfMVN9KfpXNG8f1jWuUOHYYiksFhOWFId5sbwlxkb2e_yY-8GXhMZvxLHQo7oXgjjCRNUDk4S9C_cGhQAm1T1UIsB3VSimjHVWaUqngwzdrAVOS0Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwOHqery7Do/TFlgoYVsgZI/AAAAAAAAFWc/XuNn2_NAzUI/s320/OgAAAM7VmEaxfMVN9KfpXNG8f1jWuUOHYYiksFhOWFId5sbwlxkb2e_yY-8GXhMZvxLHQo7oXgjjCRNUDk4S9C_cGhQAm1T1UIsB3VSimjHVWaUqngwzdrAVOS0Q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501534666654253458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O saudosismo invadiu-me estes dias. Consequência. Mera consequencia dos últimos acontecimentos e nada mais.Minto! Sempre fui saudosista, uma eterna nostálgica. Devo só ter acentuado este estado, ultimamente.&lt;br /&gt;Resolvendo alguns assuntos inacabados. Ando somente tentando por em ordem o caos que andava a minha vida nestes últimos anos. Reencontrei amigos, afugentei pessoas desagradáveis, abri meus olhos para outras.Libertei-me de fantasmas do passado, amem. Nada mal para a primeira fase de um novo recomeço que eu relutei em querer.&lt;br /&gt;Mas remetendo a estes reencontros, semana passada reuni-me com amigos de colégio. Digamos que teriam uns 2 anos que nunca mais nos tínhamos visto. Sentamos na velha e boa mesa do Arpoador, apreciando a estupidamente gelada brahminha básica com o mais perfeito frango desossado da cidade, e da-lhe conversas e gargalhadas. Cada lembrança, cada cana, cada momentos de sufoco com estudos ou problemas que na epoca eram quase irresolúveis. Lembro-me dos motins, das greves que fazíamos na cantina por causa dos "preços inflacionados", das festinhas na casa do Gustavo e dos "churrascos sem carne" aqui em casa, dos amores. Amores platônicos, em especial.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, os amores platônicos... sempre gostei quando mais nova desse sentimento oculto, belo e inalcançável. Era como um passatempo, na época, prazeroso, de certa forma.Não sei bem explicar o porque, talvez pelo fato de gostar de alguém sem esperar nada, sem sofrimentos ou angustias( no caso, verdadeiras angustias ). Sentia-me bem por ter a pessoa perto, saber se ele estava feliz. Não importava se era reciproco, era um amor puro e ingênuo. Tempos de colégio...colecionei tantos desses amores. Alguns ,tempos depois, vieram atrás de mim( boa parte fiquei por "consideração" ao platonismo do passado, mas todos simplesmente não senti nada demais) , outros tornei-me amiga, o restante nunca nem mais tive noticias ou simplesmente ignoro. O fato é que essa ingênualidade do passado acaba... Uma pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLnrXNXO1FE&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=EBC96607F7F7DC36&amp;amp;index=0&amp;amp;playnext=1 )&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/1950667645313131222-2418297175839152842?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/2418297175839152842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=2418297175839152842' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/2418297175839152842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/2418297175839152842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2010/08/playground-love.html' title='Playground Love'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwOHqery7Do/TFlgoYVsgZI/AAAAAAAAFWc/XuNn2_NAzUI/s72-c/OgAAAM7VmEaxfMVN9KfpXNG8f1jWuUOHYYiksFhOWFId5sbwlxkb2e_yY-8GXhMZvxLHQo7oXgjjCRNUDk4S9C_cGhQAm1T1UIsB3VSimjHVWaUqngwzdrAVOS0Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-2311254141711270316</id><published>2010-07-20T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:32:31.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caio fernando abreu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Porque é tão mais facil aturar a vida sabendo que tem você. Agora sem você, meu amigo, a coisa fica feia. Realmente feia..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-2311254141711270316?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/2311254141711270316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=2311254141711270316' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/2311254141711270316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/2311254141711270316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2010/07/porque-e-tao-mais-facil-aturar-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-641805885360683211</id><published>2010-07-19T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:55:39.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Retomada.</title><content type='html'>Cá estou eu novamente a me lamentar e desabafar. Talvez seja a melhor forma, ou nao.Enfim. Posso resumir minha vida desde o ultimo post, no caso 1 ano atras, com algumas palavras. Chorei, lamentei, rancorei, extrapolei, sucumbi, revivi,reestabeleci, perdi-me, revivi, sucumbi, afundei-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sina mais bela a minha, mas o que me resta agora? Nestes dias anestesicos, enquanto recobro quase um pouco o que me  resta de raciocinio, vejo o quanto sou fraca e facilmente abalavel emocionalmente. Nao devo ser feita para o mundo, ou somente nao esteja preparada o suficiente. Acho que preciso quebrar mais um pouco a cara. Mas nem deve faltar muito. Estou quase lá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-641805885360683211?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/641805885360683211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=641805885360683211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/641805885360683211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/641805885360683211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2010/07/retomada.html' title='A Retomada.'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-1348855489178257055</id><published>2009-06-09T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:06:33.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;E so peço a Deus que tudo acabe logo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para que haja paz, que me acalme o peito, pois de angustias talvez eu nao aguente mais...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para ter certeza de que tudo valeu a pena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quero forças.Quero esperanças.Quero uma certeza;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a de que tudo vai da certo no final.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-1348855489178257055?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/1348855489178257055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=1348855489178257055' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/1348855489178257055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/1348855489178257055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-1762406962109759535</id><published>2009-05-15T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:34:26.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwOHqery7Do/Sg161g9y-5I/AAAAAAAAEyc/2lembsIzNhA/s1600-h/flor+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwOHqery7Do/Sg161g9y-5I/AAAAAAAAEyc/2lembsIzNhA/s320/flor+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336056193304689554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Roda mundo, roda gigante&lt;br /&gt;Roda moinho, roda pião&lt;br /&gt;O tempo rodou num instante&lt;br /&gt;Nas voltas do meu coração..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há certos momentos que nao sabemos qual caminho devemos tomar.E quando resolvida a questão, parece q o destino resolve querer brincar com a gente e muda tudo. Talvez nem seja o destino, isso é desculpa. Vemos então o conflito entre o que é certo e o que é melhor. Cada qual sabe o que faz, mesmo que incoscientemente, agora haja aguentar as consequencias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sei la o que estou escrevendo...deixa pra lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-1762406962109759535?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/1762406962109759535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=1762406962109759535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/1762406962109759535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/1762406962109759535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2009/05/roda-mundo-roda-gigante-roda-moinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TwOHqery7Do/Sg161g9y-5I/AAAAAAAAEyc/2lembsIzNhA/s72-c/flor+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-6233173334259682187</id><published>2009-04-26T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T07:38:45.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariana aydar'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SfRxu2kfGMI/AAAAAAAAEyM/LsO9vV8NRDY/s1600-h/xnlqDetail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SfRxu2kfGMI/AAAAAAAAEyM/LsO9vV8NRDY/s320/xnlqDetail.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329009308822608066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como ja dizem, &lt;em&gt;a tempestade nunca dura pra sempre&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paro pra pensar como acabamos nos afundando por pequenos detalhes, probleminhas quase que insignificantes. Você acaba vivendo em função de seus problemas, alimentando-se de frustrações e lamentos e com isso vai aumentando a profundidade do poço. Nada mais existe, acaba ficando cego na escuridao desse buraco que você mesmo escavou. Esquecemos o quanto a vida é mais do que isso. Mas nunca é tarde para abrir os olhos e enxergar que a uma vida inteira pela frente. Uma que deve ser usurfruida ao maximo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uma hora tudo se resolve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alias, mudando um pouco de assunto:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para aqueles que curtem uma musica com raízes no samba ou é fa de Mariana Aydar, este novo album da cantora esta perfeito. "Peixe Pássaros Pessoas" fala da relação das pessoas com o mundo. Como ja disse a cantora: "As canções retratam bem o que eu estava querendo dizer com o álbum. Não queria falar de sofrimento, queria falar das condições das pessoas no planeta e mostrar o quanto o homem moderno está preso, como um pássaro na gaiola ou um peixe no aquário."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aos que tiverem interessados, Abaixo esta o link:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/98271580/f41c85a4/Mariana_Aydar_-_Peixes_Pssaros_e_Pessoas_2009_.html?s=1"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/98271580/f41c85a4/Mariana_Aydar_-_Peixes_Pssaros_e_Pessoas_2009_.html?s=1   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-6233173334259682187?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/6233173334259682187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=6233173334259682187' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/6233173334259682187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/6233173334259682187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2009/04/como-ja-dizem-tempestade-nunca-dura-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SfRxu2kfGMI/AAAAAAAAEyM/LsO9vV8NRDY/s72-c/xnlqDetail.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-5741562326105031327</id><published>2008-06-01T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:50:08.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radiohead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fraca'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/483252972_b0fdfe3de4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 183px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/483252972_b0fdfe3de4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É difícil pra você aceitar o que é óbvio?&lt;br /&gt;Não te sufoca as paredes ao redor?&lt;br /&gt;e o que se faz com o grito contido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A estrada é longa&lt;/span&gt;, caros amigos. A jornada é penosa, mas nada parece ter o mesmo sentido caso não haja &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paixão&lt;/span&gt;. O fato em questão agora é deixar de lado esse comodismo e o medo pelo desconhecido. A bifurcação esta a frente, falta a coragem de tomar a decisão.&lt;br /&gt;Nesses instantes é que vejo como sou fraca..inútil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo parte do rebanho; Um "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ultimo homem&lt;/span&gt;'' que tem noção de sua &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insignificancia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;É só isso por hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5LeLAELIxKY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5LeLAELIxKY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-5741562326105031327?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/5741562326105031327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=5741562326105031327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/5741562326105031327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/5741562326105031327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-minute-there-i-lost-myself-i-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-5556372363674477838</id><published>2008-05-28T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T05:55:04.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras avulsas'/><title type='text'>Palavras avuLsaS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SD1VyyT7ttI/AAAAAAAACQs/qOjvstwO6hM/s1600-h/ceu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SD1VyyT7ttI/AAAAAAAACQs/qOjvstwO6hM/s320/ceu2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205411075297359570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Senhoras e senhores, apresento-lhes esta pobre alma atormentada.&lt;br /&gt;A clássica Luta entre seus  demônios interiores e o caos que se alastra castatroficamente.&lt;br /&gt;A senhora moça sem rumo e a demais conflito posteriores e anteriores.&lt;br /&gt;A fadiga da alma? Consequências de seus famosos atos banais e inconsequentes? A contradição de caracteres?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Deixemos as respostas para mais uma proxima apresentação de ...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm1... deixemos para lá.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras avulsas falaram mais alto. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desculpem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSypnaxAlP4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSypnaxAlP4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;" ..We know of an ancient radiation&lt;br /&gt;that haunts dismembered constellations;&lt;br /&gt;a faintly glimmering radio station .."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-5556372363674477838?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/5556372363674477838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=5556372363674477838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/5556372363674477838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/5556372363674477838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2008/05/senhoras-e-senhores-apresento-lhes-esta.html' title='Palavras avuLsaS'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SD1VyyT7ttI/AAAAAAAACQs/qOjvstwO6hM/s72-c/ceu2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-5208286725931701844</id><published>2008-05-19T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T05:17:19.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='across the universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trilha sonora'/><title type='text'>Across the Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/2284106943_047220e38d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 169px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/2284106943_047220e38d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want you so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s driving me mad, it’s driving me mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sou muito apegada a musicais, já que geralmente são monotonos e de musicas um tanto quanto irritantes. Porém, não posso falar o mesmo de "Across the universe". Talvez um dos melhores filmes  que  assisti esse ano.&lt;br /&gt;"Across the Universe" conta a história de Jude (Jim Sturgess), um rapaz de Liverpool, que viaja aos EUA e se apaixona por Lucy (Evan Rachel Wood), uma garota rica. Quando o irmão da garota é convocado para a guerra do Vietnã, Jude se torna ativista da paz e tem apoio de Lucy.O casal então vivencia a contracultura, os protestos contra a Guerra do Vietnã, o amor livre, as drogas e o rock n' roll.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o bom do filme não eh a historia em si, mas sua trilha sonora de clássicos dos Beatles, interpretados pelos atores do elenco do filme e por astros do rock como Bono e Joe Cocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos que tiverem a oportunidade de assistir o filme, assistam.&lt;br /&gt;Garanto que não se arrependerão, principalmente fãs de Beatles ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem quiser a trilha sonora --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.uatarreu.com/2008/02/07/across-the-universe/"&gt;Trilha aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2317/2284894828_801ddc3e15.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2317/2284894828_801ddc3e15.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;1 - Girl Interpretada por Jim Sturgess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 - Helter Skelter Interpretada por Dana Fuchs “Hold Me Tight Interpretada por Jim Sturgess, Evan Rachel Wood, Lisa Hogg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;3 - All My Loving Interpretada por Jim Sturgess&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="more-242"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4 - I Want To Hold Your Hand Interpretada por TV Carpio&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;5 - With A Little Help From My Friends Interpretada por Joe Anderson, Jim Sturgess &amp;amp; Dorm Buddies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;6 - It Won’t Be Long Interpretada por Evan Rachel Wood&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;7 - I’ve Just Seen A Face Interpretada por Jim Sturgess&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;8 - Let It Be Interpretada por Carol Woods, Timothy T. Mitchum&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;9 - Come Together Perfomed by Joe Cocker, Martin Luther&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;10 - Why Don’t We Do It In The Road Interpretada por Dana Fuchs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;11 - If I Fell Interpretada por Evan Rachel Wood&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;12 - I Want You Interpretada por Joe Anderson&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;13 - Dear Prudence Interpretada por Dana Fuchs, Jim Sturgess, Evan Rachel Wood, TV Carpio&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;14 - Flying Interpretada por The Secret Machines&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;15 - Blue Jay Way Interpretada por The Secret Machines&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;16 - I Am The Walrus Interpretada por Bono&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;17 - The Benefit Of Mr. Kite Interpretada por Eddie Izzard&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;18 - Because Interpretada por Evan Rachel Wood, Jim Sturgess, Joe Anderson, Dana Fuchs, TV Carpio, Martin Luther&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;19 - Something Interpretada por Jim Sturgess&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;20 - Oh Darling Interpretada por Dana Fuchs, Martin Luther&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;21 - Strawberry Fields Interpretada por Jim Sturgess, Joe Anderson&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;22 - Revolution  Perfomed by Jim Sturgess&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;23 - While My Guitar Gently Weeps Interpretada por Martin Luther&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;24 - Happiness Is A Warm Gun Interpretada por Joe Anderson&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;25 - Blackbird Interpretada por Evan Rachel Wood&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;26 - Hey Jude Interpretada por Joe Anderson&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;27 - Don’t Let Me Down Interpretada por Dana Fuchs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;28 - All You Need Is Love Interpretada por Jim Sturgess, Dana Fuchs&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;29 - Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds Interpretada por Bono&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ziToC3371NE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ziToC3371NE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6PWI-JUpjp4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6PWI-JUpjp4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DbpVvr17q0A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DbpVvr17q0A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/1950667645313131222-5208286725931701844?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/5208286725931701844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=5208286725931701844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/5208286725931701844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/5208286725931701844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2008/05/across-universe.html' title='Across the Universe'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-163607996847325374</id><published>2008-05-18T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:42:08.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final de semana'/><title type='text'>[SAIV] ??</title><content type='html'>Reflexoes de mais um final de semana.E mais a mesma conclusão.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não bastam as saidas e as bebidas, nem mesmo os lugares e mesmas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um novo e inesperado? Talvez nem isso... o que se precisa é simples, é um basico&lt;br /&gt;e normal para qualquer pessoa.Não para mim...&lt;br /&gt;O que se precisa é um apego em certas horas. É estabilizar e sentir-se bem.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-se querida, amada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em poucas palavras: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saber que alguem se importa com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não eh narcismos, egocentrismo. É necessidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando aqui no meu escutar de blues...perdi-me.&lt;br /&gt;Retomando meu subconsciente; uma fuga de mim mesma.Um talvez incognito.&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais palavras, por obsequio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malibu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e esquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-163607996847325374?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/163607996847325374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=163607996847325374' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/163607996847325374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/163607996847325374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2008/05/saiv.html' title='[SAIV] ??'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-1557350836338631205</id><published>2008-05-15T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:42:25.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade possivel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artur da tavola'/><title type='text'>A felicidade Possivel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Só quem está disposto a perder tem o direito de ganhar.              Só o maduro é capaz da renúncia. E só              quem renuncia aceita provar o gosto da verdade, seja ela qual for.            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;O que está sempre por trás dos nossos dramas, desencontros              e trambolhões existenciais é a representação              simbólica ou alegórica do impulso do ser humano para              o amadurecimento.&lt;br /&gt;            A forma de amadurecer é viver. Viver é seguir impulsos              até perceber, sentir, saber ou intuir a tendência de              equilíbrio que está na raiz deles (impulsos). A pessoa              é impelida para a aventura ou peripécia, como forma              de se machucar para aprender, de cair para saber levantar-se e aprender              a andar. É um determinismo biológico: para amadurecer              há que viver (sofrer) as machucadelas da aventura e da peripécia              existencial.            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;A solução de toda situação de impasse              só se dá quando uma das partes aceita perder ou aceita              renunciar (e perder ou renunciar não é igual, mas é              muito parecido; é da mesma natureza). Sem haver quem aceite              perder ou renunciar, jamais haverá o encontro com a verdade              de cada relação. E muitas vezes a verdade de cada relação              pode estar na impossibilidade, por mais atração que              exista. Como pode estar na possibilidade conflitiva, o que é              sempre difícil de aceitar.            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Só a renúncia no tempo certo devolve as pessoas a elas              mesmas e só assim elas amadurecem e se preparam para os verdadeiros              encontros do amor, da vida e da morte. Só quem está              disposto a perder consegue as vitórias legítimas.            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Amadurecer acaba por se relacionar com a renúncia, não              no sentido restrito da palavra (renúncia como abandono), porém              no lato (renúncia da onipotência e das formas possessivas              do viver).            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;Viver é renunciar porque viver é optar e optar é              renunciar.            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Renunciar à onipotência e às hipóteses              de felicidade completa, plenitude etc é tudo o que se aprende              na vida, mas até se descobrir que a vida se constrói              aos poucos, sobre os erros, sobre as renúncias, trocando o              sonho e as ilusões pela construção do possível              e do necessário, o ser humano muito erra e se embaraça,              esbarra, agride, é agredido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;             Eis a felicidade possível: compreender que construir a vida              é renunciar a pedaços da felicidade para não              renunciar ao sonho da felicidade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artur da Távola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-1557350836338631205?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/1557350836338631205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=1557350836338631205' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/1557350836338631205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/1557350836338631205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2008/05/felicidade-possivel.html' title='A felicidade Possivel'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-5452532485279580744</id><published>2008-05-11T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:55:10.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comodismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrever'/><title type='text'>ao fim do comodismo [ pessoal] ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spd.fotologs.net/photo/13/41/95/a_piedi/1210193190_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 134px;" src="http://spd.fotologs.net/photo/13/41/95/a_piedi/1210193190_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E eu aqui retomando esses habito de escrever.&lt;br /&gt;O comodismo anda abalando a minha vida de um modo sem igual.. andei percebendo isso de uns tempos para cá.&lt;br /&gt;Os motivos desse comodismo posso já ter em mente quais são, em parte. O problema maior é livrarei-me desse maldito&lt;br /&gt;Bato agora os pés e digo: "não vou perde minha essência nessa mesmisse!"&lt;br /&gt;Ao regresso de velhos, bons e saudáveis hábitos.&lt;br /&gt;E digo a todos: não se deixem abalar como me abalei. Não vão perder seu tempo com bobagens secundárias ou desestimulem com sonhos que parecem ser sempre inalcançáveis ou até mesmo a falta de rumo das coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Não Vale a pena, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;garanto a vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pYCkIqLGMD8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pYCkIqLGMD8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-5452532485279580744?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/5452532485279580744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=5452532485279580744' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/5452532485279580744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/5452532485279580744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2008/05/ao-fim-do-comodismo-pessoal.html' title='ao fim do comodismo [ pessoal] ;'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-2857009789865079790</id><published>2008-04-29T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T05:03:44.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nara leão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fernanda takai'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/2448502841_bd1de89edd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 137px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3099/2448502841_bd1de89edd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sempre só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu vivo procurando alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que sofre como eu também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E não consigo achar ninguém"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="BeginvidDescNNGfxU7PArY"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; Takai&lt;/b&gt; em seu disco solo, "Onde Brilhem os Olhos Seus".&lt;br /&gt;Uma belissima homenagem a Nara Leão. Ao meu ver, Não poderia ter sido cantora melhor para interpretar a Nara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/38654604/7ea18860/Onde_Brilhem_os_Olhos_Seus_-_Fernanda_Takai_-_2007.html?cau2=403tNull"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aqui;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="BeginvidDescNNGfxU7PArY"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZFm9PL1m00&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZFm9PL1m00&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="BeginvidDescNNGfxU7PArY"&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/1950667645313131222-2857009789865079790?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/2857009789865079790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=2857009789865079790' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/2857009789865079790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/2857009789865079790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2008/04/sempre-s-eu-vivo-procurando-algum-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-3782042188804639883</id><published>2008-04-27T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T06:16:41.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roda viva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paciência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incognita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2008/2406981264_bfbd2c9b4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 124px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2008/2406981264_bfbd2c9b4a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tem dias que a gente se sente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como quem partiu ou morreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A gente estancou de repente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou foi o mundo então que cresceu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paciência&lt;/span&gt;, anseia-se paciência.Nada mais me serve alem de esperar. Pois caros e caras, até a ousadia tem de seus limites e minha cara já não suporta mais o que o coração tenta evitar, porém não consegue. Já a cara &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;calejada&lt;/span&gt; ensinou-me a nunca se entregar por completo, a evitar o impulso, mas o que dizer da alma que pulsa por liberdade, se entregar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem barreiras&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Mas haja tempo, haja tempo para tudo.Enquanto isso, vaga-se por ruas, estradas, sem rumo, sem lenço sem documento, em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;busca da paz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A estrada só continua, o mundo só crescendo, e eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incognita&lt;/span&gt;. Nunca se sabe onde ou se vai parar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4waQ7092O5c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4waQ7092O5c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-3782042188804639883?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/3782042188804639883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=3782042188804639883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/3782042188804639883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/3782042188804639883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2008/04/tem-dias-que-gente-se-sente-como-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2008/2406981264_bfbd2c9b4a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-985204277138370211</id><published>2008-04-24T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T05:42:20.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arriscar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apenas ouse'/><title type='text'>Quero Acreditar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;e repito por pura alegria de viver:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A salvação é pelo risco,&lt;br /&gt;sem o qual a vida não vale a pena!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apesas ouse&lt;/b&gt;, mesmo que seja por um infimo momento de sua estupida vida...&lt;br /&gt;Se entregue a tudo aquilo te sufoca.Na pior das hipoteses: levante-se e siga em frente.. pois não será por isso que o resto sucumbirá a sua insignificante dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Preciso crer em algo,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy_fTg5zk6k" rel="nofollow noindex external"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy_fTg5zk6k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-985204277138370211?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/985204277138370211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=985204277138370211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/985204277138370211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/985204277138370211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2008/04/quero-acreditar.html' title='Quero Acreditar...'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-7972622336419668183</id><published>2007-06-10T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T12:56:52.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tin.Tin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/strangepictures/534165643/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1321/534165643_c0cbec07ac_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/strangepictures/534165643/"&gt;Tin.Tin.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/strangepictures/"&gt;Strange Pictures.&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friends!&lt;br /&gt;Adoroooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-7972622336419668183?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/7972622336419668183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=7972622336419668183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/7972622336419668183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/7972622336419668183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2007/06/tintin.html' title='Tin.Tin.'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1321/534165643_c0cbec07ac_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-4173017164086186017</id><published>2007-04-29T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T17:20:57.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu.[s]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doí&lt;/span&gt; pela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ausência&lt;/span&gt; de algo maior..&lt;br /&gt;por não conhecer aquilo que nunca lhe pareceu importar&lt;br /&gt;Debruçada em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;.chora.&lt;br /&gt;A angustia parece ser sempre a mesma.&lt;br /&gt;e sempre e sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Doí&lt;/span&gt; por não existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Doí&lt;/span&gt; por não ser.&lt;br /&gt;Por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;simplesmente&lt;/span&gt; não sentir&lt;br /&gt;Não ser capaz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-4173017164086186017?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/4173017164086186017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=4173017164086186017' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/4173017164086186017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/4173017164086186017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2007/04/deja-vus.html' title='Deja Vu.[s]'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-4237142831436538847</id><published>2007-03-24T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T05:52:11.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um canto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sp0.fotologs.net/photo/16/44/106/larissa_strange/1163261981_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://sp0.fotologs.net/photo/16/44/106/larissa_strange/1163261981_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Me toca, me tenta e me deixa pra tráz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Não foi por querer, não te quero mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Não! Não e mesmo sem quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Não foi dessa vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E antes que você perceba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu vou estar lá!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A cor do teu sorriso..O canto dos malditos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As piores e melhores da semana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Provas x Passeios no xop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ter que estudar x vagabundar na net&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melancolias x felicidades repentinas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preocupações desnecessárias x desprendimento de casos passados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veremos as próximas semanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-4237142831436538847?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/4237142831436538847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=4237142831436538847' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/4237142831436538847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/4237142831436538847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2007/03/um-canto.html' title='Um canto.'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-7764834767357256925</id><published>2007-03-23T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T08:38:28.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A valsinha..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;Um dia, ele chegou tão diferente do seu jeito de sempre chegar&lt;br /&gt;Olhou-a de um jeito muito mais quente do que sempre costumava olhar&lt;br /&gt;E não maldisse a vida tanto quanto era seu jeito de sempre falar&lt;br /&gt;E nem deixou-a só num canto, pra seu grande espanto, convidou-a pra rodar&lt;br /&gt;E então ela se fez bonita como há muito tempo não queria ousar&lt;br /&gt;Com seu vestido decotado cheirando a guardado de tanto esperar&lt;br /&gt;Depois os dois deram-se os braços como há muito tempo não se usava dar&lt;br /&gt;E cheios de ternura e graça, foram para a praça e começaram a se abraçar&lt;br /&gt;E ali dançaram tanta dança que a vizinhança toda despertou&lt;br /&gt;E foi tanta felicidade que toda cidade se iluminou&lt;br /&gt;E foram tantos beijos loucos, tantos gritos roucos como não se ouvia mais&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo compreendeu&lt;br /&gt;E o dia amanheceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-7764834767357256925?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/7764834767357256925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=7764834767357256925' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/7764834767357256925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/7764834767357256925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2007/03/valsinha.html' title='A valsinha..'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-479748354029734350</id><published>2007-03-22T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T05:26:29.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meras reflexões..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sp0.fotologs.net/photo/16/44/106/larissa_strange/1165500607_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 136px;" src="http://sp0.fotologs.net/photo/16/44/106/larissa_strange/1165500607_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Queria poder explicar inúmeras coisas.Não são raras as falsas impressões que muitos tem de minha pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente não posso fazer muito sobre isso, já que não tentarei mudar características que já fazem parte de meu carater, minha personalidade.&lt;br /&gt;A falta de palavras e/ou ações, até mesmo a duvida em determinados momentos já me prejudicaram bastante no decorrer desses anos.Perdi pessoas, alegrias, esperanças,talvez sonhos..&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por isso, que acabo ,sem querer, me escondendo em determinadas mascaras.Escudos, melhor dizendo.De uma carcaça de confiança, positivismo e animação...quem poderá saber o que se esconderia?&lt;br /&gt;O medo de errar, de ,quem sabe, de ser julgada, de acabar sozinha, me fez tornar uma pessoa superficial para muitos.O medo de me magoar, de gostar, fez com que me fechasse quase por completo.Irónico não?&lt;br /&gt;Numa tentativa de fugir da solidão, acabei mais sozinha do que poderia imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julgam me conhecer...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas será que tem certeza?&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/1950667645313131222-479748354029734350?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/479748354029734350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=479748354029734350' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/479748354029734350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/479748354029734350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2007/03/meras-reflexes.html' title='Meras reflexões..'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950667645313131222.post-943262020483474197</id><published>2007-03-21T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T15:01:20.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recomeço'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my complicated life'/><title type='text'>Mais um [re]começo.</title><content type='html'>Nada melhor para representar mais uma fase.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, nunca deixando de lado o passado eminente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycomplicatedlife.blogger.com.br"&gt;My Complicated Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1950667645313131222-943262020483474197?l=cellardoorr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/feeds/943262020483474197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1950667645313131222&amp;postID=943262020483474197' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/943262020483474197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1950667645313131222/posts/default/943262020483474197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cellardoorr.blogspot.com/2007/03/mais-um-recomeo.html' title='Mais um [re]começo.'/><author><name>Larissa M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11729036860554314496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TwOHqery7Do/SBR_lVzjrcI/AAAAAAAACQc/gIVxQsH1HS4/S220/pppppppppp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
