<?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-1053850158788061152</id><updated>2011-10-09T22:44:30.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'>-=Ecos do Além=-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-1770765290579521615</id><published>2011-01-10T13:31:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:42:51.967-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Feliz</title><content type='html'>Depois de algum tempo, não sei porque, mas deu vontade de escrever isso. Estou MUITO bem na minha vida e espero que se alguém ler, aprecie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre buscamos a felicidade nas grandes realizações da vida. Sucesso profissional, amores eternos, aquele super-esportivo vermelho conversível na garagem da mansão. Esquecemos que a felicidade encontra-se na nossa frente, todos os dias, nos pequenos momentos q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ue muitas vezes não percebemos. Um abraço amigo, o canto de um pássaro numa tarde de sol, a chuva caindo leve no verão, um beijo sincero, uma conversa descontraída, no sorriso sincero de uma criança na rua que você nunca mais verá ou simplesmente uma lembrança boa. Viva sempre feliz, pois a vida é curta e no fim você só vai se lembrar dos bons momentos e espero que sejam muitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especialmente para minha namorada. (L) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TE AMO&lt;/span&gt; beibe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/TSsoxvgfg5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/JiBrevef8ZA/s1600/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/TSsoxvgfg5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/JiBrevef8ZA/s320/felicidade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560582999950459794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-1770765290579521615?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/1770765290579521615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=1770765290579521615' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/1770765290579521615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/1770765290579521615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2011/01/viva-feliz.html' title='Viva Feliz'/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/TSsoxvgfg5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/JiBrevef8ZA/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-4215452880350087889</id><published>2009-08-27T10:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:50:04.297-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Roubado de um blog...&lt;br /&gt;http://teenspiritx.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;achei foda isso, resolví postar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;"Eu realmente admiro as pessoas que, apesar da escravidão imposta pelo relógio e pelo dinheiro, mantém o espírito livre.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;a eu serei assim também...&lt;br /&gt;aprenderei a falar tudo que quero sem dizer uma palavra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tatuarei no corpo coisas que acho bonitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Contarei histórias vividas e inventadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cantarei músicas já esquecidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Guardarei com carinho lágrimas de despedidas até poder transformá-las em sorrisos de reencontros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nadarei em mares, cachoeiras, riachos e piscinas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cultivareis flores.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Comerei coisas doces, salgadas, amargas e até insossas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dormirei sozinho, dormirei agarrado, não dormirei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Realizarei pequenos sonhos e batalharei para realizar grandes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gargalharei muito e chorarei pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sentirei saudades e por fim, deixarei saudades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Porque eu partirei...&lt;br /&gt;e levarei comigo todas as histórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; que contei, os momentos que vivi e a imensa satisfação de ter sabido viver ao invés de somente existir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://evandrojrs.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/liberdade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 277px;" src="http://evandrojrs.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/liberdade2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-4215452880350087889?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/4215452880350087889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=4215452880350087889' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/4215452880350087889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/4215452880350087889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2009/08/roubado-de-um-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-5144631444099068408</id><published>2008-09-23T10:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:07:31.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Triste</title><content type='html'>Escreví a uma ou duas semanas...&lt;br /&gt;veio a calhar no momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É tão triste quando gostamos de alguém&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que mal liga pro que sentimos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa revolta, essa dor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que corrói por dentro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;machuca a alma e destrói as esperanças.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um chute dói, um soco dói&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o dedo no canto da parede dói,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o dente no dentista dói.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas nada se compara a dor que corrói.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que despedaça a alma&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que fecha seus olhos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e te deixa ignorante.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essa que nos leva aos céus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e corta nossas asas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos arrebatando diretamente ao inferno&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e ao pio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r dos infernos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ao inferno da rejeição, do sofrimento, da angústia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O inferno dos nossos pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquele mesmo que nos pega&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando deitamos a cabeça no travesseiro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensando em quem se ama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e que não está nem aí para o que você sente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SNjprFpV3SI/AAAAAAAAADg/2PfbvbXMKeM/s1600-h/wH83_H-psj_Oi5RJlSCFcSGxnKrSuBLn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SNjprFpV3SI/AAAAAAAAADg/2PfbvbXMKeM/s320/wH83_H-psj_Oi5RJlSCFcSGxnKrSuBLn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249202292159536418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-5144631444099068408?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/5144631444099068408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=5144631444099068408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/5144631444099068408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/5144631444099068408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/09/triste.html' title='Triste'/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SNjprFpV3SI/AAAAAAAAADg/2PfbvbXMKeM/s72-c/wH83_H-psj_Oi5RJlSCFcSGxnKrSuBLn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-1045321847610104233</id><published>2008-09-10T16:29:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:40:49.487-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim...</title><content type='html'>Queria muito escrever hoje, mas não estava no clima. Isso é o resultado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É incrivelmente facil se decepcionar com as pessoas, principalmente com as que gostamos. Pequenas atitudes, talvez para elas, mas que para quem está vendo por fora e sofrendo com tudo, faz toda a diferença. Sofrer calado é a pior maneira, se remoendo e corroendo, por causa de imbecilidades, talvez imaturidade de certas pessoas. Expor a situação, apesar de bom, pode ser traumatizante, pois não saberemos nunca o que o proximo sente, pensa ou acha da situação.  Desistir talvez seria o melhor caminho, mas também não é cogitada a possibilidade, pelo menos pra mim. Continuamos a caminhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e a tentar abrir os olhos das pessoas, para que talvez enxerguem quem realmente se importa ou quem possa valer a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SMgisU9s2zI/AAAAAAAAADY/p7HewMoarVs/s1600-h/medo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SMgisU9s2zI/AAAAAAAAADY/p7HewMoarVs/s320/medo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244479911010032434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-1045321847610104233?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/1045321847610104233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=1045321847610104233' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/1045321847610104233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/1045321847610104233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/09/enfim.html' title='Enfim...'/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SMgisU9s2zI/AAAAAAAAADY/p7HewMoarVs/s72-c/medo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-6261501623545784825</id><published>2008-08-28T13:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:15:27.031-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucos?</title><content type='html'>Somos todos loucos? Quem garante? Então prova!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quantas vezes deixamos de viver para buscar algo que queremos e que sentimos que nos será um atraso? Quantas vezes deixamos de viver por alguem que se ama ou por alguem que depois, descobrimos que não merece? Quantas vezes nos machucamos sem perceber e quantas vezes m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;achucamos as pessoas, acreditando estar fazendo o melhor pra elas? A sua vida só diz respeito única e exclusivamente a você, assim como a do proximo. Ajudar as pessoas é sempre bom, mas esteja preparado para se decepcionar e não se iluda achando que tem todas as respostas ou que entenderá tudo o que se passa na cabeça do outro e o que ele sente. Cada ser humano vive de maneira diferente e única, sempre guiado pelos valores e disciplinas aprendidos ao longo da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Enfim&lt;/span&gt;... cheguei a conclusão que piras sobre a raça humana e loucura, rendem boas conversas de bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SLbOvbFryjI/AAAAAAAAACw/2aCqpbSHDHE/s1600-h/BXK30139_estrada800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SLbOvbFryjI/AAAAAAAAACw/2aCqpbSHDHE/s320/BXK30139_estrada800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239602530612922930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-6261501623545784825?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/6261501623545784825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=6261501623545784825' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/6261501623545784825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/6261501623545784825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/08/loucos.html' title='Loucos?'/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SLbOvbFryjI/AAAAAAAAACw/2aCqpbSHDHE/s72-c/BXK30139_estrada800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-1261048710591036018</id><published>2008-08-22T09:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:49:47.048-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não sabia, sinceramente, sobre o que escrever, então pensei: Palavras, simplesmente palavras no papel. Porque não escrever sobre elas? No fim das contas, deu nisso ae!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras, com todo o seu poder de ferir, machucar, satisfazer, alegrar e tudo mais, não tem o mesmo poder de um ato de sentimento sincero. É impossível expressar, por mais direto e específico que seja, os seus sentimentos através de palavras. Desejo, amor, ódio, raiva, afeto, carinho, etc. Por mais sincero que sejam, não são comparadas a um ato como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; um abraço, um beijo, um carinho ou mesmo um tapa, um soco, um ponta-pé. Mas mesmo não podendo expressar exatamente o que você sente, as palavras mudam o mundo e são espalhadas aos quatro ventos com facilidade. Humilham, torturam, mostram a verdade, talvez de forma mais amena, mas ainda assim sufocante. Cuidado com o que diz, pois nem sempre será interpretado da maneira que gostaria e isso pode causar grandes problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SK61f39F90I/AAAAAAAAACo/g0AE2mT73qM/s1600-h/palavras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SK61f39F90I/AAAAAAAAACo/g0AE2mT73qM/s320/palavras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237322975879231298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Diz um provérbio Chinês (se não me engano) que diz o seguinte: Existem três coisas que não voltam atras: A oportunidade perdida, a flecha atirada e a palavra proferida.&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/1053850158788061152-1261048710591036018?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/1261048710591036018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=1261048710591036018' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/1261048710591036018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/1261048710591036018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-sabia-sinceramente-sobre-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SK61f39F90I/AAAAAAAAACo/g0AE2mT73qM/s72-c/palavras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-3846850754279071955</id><published>2008-08-20T08:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:44:07.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bom.. mais um novo post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escrevam, pois as palavras expressam os mais íntimos pensamentos de um escritor. Escrevo por vontade e necessidade. Vontade de mostrar pra todos que existe sentimento neste ser e necessidade de desabafar, de jogar tudo pra algo que guardará para sempre os meus segredos. Escreva, pois o homem se mostra mais leve, sincero e puro em forma de palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SKwDdYae1EI/AAAAAAAAACg/jAB8HXQ69ns/s1600-h/image001zo9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SKwDdYae1EI/AAAAAAAAACg/jAB8HXQ69ns/s320/image001zo9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236564270029657154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enfim, nada demais...&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-3846850754279071955?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/3846850754279071955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=3846850754279071955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/3846850754279071955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/3846850754279071955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/08/bom.html' title=''/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SKwDdYae1EI/AAAAAAAAACg/jAB8HXQ69ns/s72-c/image001zo9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-664308765356751251</id><published>2008-08-14T09:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:53:16.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Além do mundo de realidades e certezas, temos o nosso próprio mundo de fantasias e esperanças. Fantasias essas que trazemos da infância e estarão sempre conosco, como forma de lembrarmos quem fomos, somos e seremos, de modo que a esperança se mantenha sempre viva em nosso universo. Esperança de mudar algo, de lutar, cair, levantar, gritar, correr e brincar, sempre brincar. Brincar com nossos sentimentos, com coisas sérias, pessoas que gostamos e pra sempre conviveremos. Viva de modo que suas fantasias sempre estejam presentes nos seus sonhos e que a esperança nunca se esvaneça completamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SKQqjLSY5gI/AAAAAAAAACY/uC6V1TApFwM/s1600-h/hope0qz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SKQqjLSY5gI/AAAAAAAAACY/uC6V1TApFwM/s320/hope0qz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234355450725066242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esse é o meu pensamento de hoje. Espero que encontre algo útil aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-664308765356751251?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/664308765356751251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=664308765356751251' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/664308765356751251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/664308765356751251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/08/fantasia.html' title='Fantasia'/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SKQqjLSY5gI/AAAAAAAAACY/uC6V1TApFwM/s72-c/hope0qz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-5306715506229200969</id><published>2008-08-11T15:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:57:47.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Só porque reclamaram que eu num tava atualizando, me veio isso na cabeça.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia amanhece e a mesma pergunta martela nossa cabeça como uma marreta a derrubar muros: Por que continuamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; De onde viemos e para onde iremos? Do pó ao pó? Céu e inferno? A complexidade do pensamento humano nos remete a vários lugares diferentes, mas a simples inexistência, o fim, o escuro e vazio não é uma possibilidade, mas para mim, é a mais sensata entre elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SKCLkZSXcxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nfAQN6DIUMk/s1600-h/1378420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233336224383988498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SKCLkZSXcxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nfAQN6DIUMk/s320/1378420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-5306715506229200969?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/5306715506229200969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=5306715506229200969' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/5306715506229200969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/5306715506229200969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/08/s-porque-reclamaram-que-eu-num-tava.html' title=''/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SKCLkZSXcxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nfAQN6DIUMk/s72-c/1378420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-5957839369653818454</id><published>2008-07-28T09:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:36:13.095-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Heróis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu, que já fui criança, vejo meus heróis morrendo e o mundo se acabando. Meus sonhos já não mais são os mesmos e a esperança que eu tinha de me tornar alguém, se esvai como um balão solto no ar. Não vejo razões para continuar a lutar por uma vida justa, se alguns só querem a desgraça e fazem de tudo para que isso aconteça e já não aguento mais esmurrar ponta de faca e chorar por quem não merece. Porque somos tão tolos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SI22Pe-GDOI/AAAAAAAAACI/LpsDBgdMgMI/s1600-h/enforcado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SI22Pe-GDOI/AAAAAAAAACI/LpsDBgdMgMI/s320/enforcado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228035119574813922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-5957839369653818454?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/5957839369653818454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=5957839369653818454' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/5957839369653818454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/5957839369653818454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/07/heris.html' title='Heróis'/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SI22Pe-GDOI/AAAAAAAAACI/LpsDBgdMgMI/s72-c/enforcado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-8512601166945274310</id><published>2008-07-23T14:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:36:13.253-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acabei de escrever, só pra atualizar.&lt;br /&gt;Judy disse que ficou muito triste, mas não escreví com essa intenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo em um mundo de incertezas, cercado de amor e ódio, como um poço de navalhas prontas para dilacerar minha alma como se fosse papel. O amor que em mim restou foi sufocado por decepções e sinto que foi tarde. Lágrimas banham meu rosto como o mar que beija a areia em uma linda tarde de verão. O ódio que resta, morrerá comigo, muito bem guardado no fundo de um baú, como meu único tesouro, e esse, sei que ninguém vai arrancar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SIdvqsG9gUI/AAAAAAAAACA/-IEhz0wyxrk/s1600-h/i-am-the-drain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SIdvqsG9gUI/AAAAAAAAACA/-IEhz0wyxrk/s320/i-am-the-drain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226268671772295490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... é isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-8512601166945274310?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/8512601166945274310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=8512601166945274310' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/8512601166945274310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/8512601166945274310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/07/acabei-de-escrever-s-pra-atualizar.html' title=''/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SIdvqsG9gUI/AAAAAAAAACA/-IEhz0wyxrk/s72-c/i-am-the-drain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-6323328469433409744</id><published>2008-07-22T15:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:58:32.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vou postar por hoje, só pra atualizar.&lt;br /&gt;Música do Raul Seixas, absurdamente foda.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raul Seixas - Por Quem os Sinos Dobram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunca se vence uma guerra lutando sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cê sabe que a gente precisa entrar em contato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Com toda essa força contida e que vive guardada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; O eco de suas palavras não repercutem em nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; É sempre mais fácil achar que a culpa é do outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Evita o aperto de mão de um possível aliado, é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Convence as paredes do quarto, e dorme tranqüilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sabendo no fundo do peito que não era nada daquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Coragem, coragem, se o que você quer é aquilo que pensa e faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Coragem, coragem, eu sei que você pode mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; É sempre mais fácil achar que a culpa é do outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Evita o aperto de mão de um possível aliado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Convence as paredes do quarto, e dorme tranqüilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sabendo no fundo do peito que não era nada daquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Coragem, coragem, se o que você quer é aquilo que pensa e faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Coragem, coragem, eu sei que você pode mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue o Link do Album do Raul que contém a música para download...&lt;br /&gt;pra quem quiser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://rapidshare.com/files/11482913/Segredo_Do_Universo.zip.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-6323328469433409744?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/6323328469433409744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=6323328469433409744' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/6323328469433409744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/6323328469433409744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/07/vou-postar-por-hoje-s-pra-atualizar.html' title=''/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-7968833409550495511</id><published>2008-07-16T13:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:36:13.383-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isso era pra eu ter postado ontem, mas não sei o que me deu, que tive, sentí que precisava, postar aquele outro sobre a decepção de perder um amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, esse novo post diz respeito aos jovens em geral eu acho, que se divertem e curtem a juventude. Espero que apreciem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nós que nos divertimos, somos taxados de inconsequentes, por viver a vida tão intensamente e no limite. O ódio dos que não tem coragem para tanto cresce a cada instante e a infelicidade é algo eterno. Vivo minha vida sem preocupações e de uma maneira que me agrada, sem ter que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; impressionar os outros.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Viva a sua de forma que possa ser lembrado para sempre, por menor que seja o esforço que tenha de fazer, pois somente assim nos eternizamos, afinal, tudo na vida é breve e passageiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SH4iCA2_hCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2aA0eGl0vrg/s1600-h/75290138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SH4iCA2_hCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2aA0eGl0vrg/s320/75290138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223650035782091810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as vezes não ser igual faz a diferença!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;enfim, é isso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-7968833409550495511?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/7968833409550495511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=7968833409550495511' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/7968833409550495511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/7968833409550495511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/07/isso-era-pra-eu-ter-postado-ontem-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SH4iCA2_hCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2aA0eGl0vrg/s72-c/75290138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-4847917149716352081</id><published>2008-07-15T08:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:36:13.518-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Decepção</title><content type='html'>Eu preparei um post pra hoje, mas resolví postá-lo amanhã. Não estou muito no espírito da coisa e achei que esse post viria mais a calhar.&lt;br /&gt;Isso foi escrito durante um período que eu passei em São Paulo, que foi uma semana legal, pois reví meus irmãos Conan e Raphael, mas foi particularmente triste por pensamentos e devaneios, então, no meu ultimo dia lá, resolví desabafar e acabei escrevendo isso tudo que vocês vão ler agora. Espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre achei que as pessoas, no fundo, na essência, fossem boas...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre achei que fossem legais, assim como tento ser...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunca acreditei naquela coisa de a pessoa não estar nem aí pro que você sente ou para o que vai te machucar, ferir, doer...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje vejo que isso realmente existe...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as pessoas não são boas...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elas sempre pensam e olham para o próprio umbigo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lógico, existem as exceções, e essas, sempre estarão do meu lado e sempre poderão contar com meu apoio...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isso é triste...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O mundo mudou, se tornou algo m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onstruoso, e estou começando a ficar com medo disso...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a inocência, a muito se perdeu... e os inocentes estão se fodendo a cada minuto mais...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estou com medo do futuro... do mundo que estamos deixando para as nossas proximas gerações...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o Caos, a Guerra, a intolerância, a hipocrisia, o medo, a insegurança... mas alem de tdo isso, principalmente, a falta de união, respeito e carisma...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fazer amigos sempre é bom... mas é decepcionante quando você percebe o que você valhe realmente para alguns eles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SHyJHHhVKEI/AAAAAAAAABw/gIo3gi_ntlc/s1600-h/angel_statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SHyJHHhVKEI/AAAAAAAAABw/gIo3gi_ntlc/s320/angel_statue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223200423213869122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-4847917149716352081?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/4847917149716352081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=4847917149716352081' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/4847917149716352081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/4847917149716352081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/07/decepo.html' title='A Decepção'/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SHyJHHhVKEI/AAAAAAAAABw/gIo3gi_ntlc/s72-c/angel_statue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-1113878663994358047</id><published>2008-07-09T08:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:36:13.894-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual o sentido da vida?</title><content type='html'>Isso foi escrito na casa do Fabião, em um momento meio estranho. Espero que pensem a respeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qual o sentido da vida?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A busca pela felicidade?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que é a felicidade?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A diversão?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beber, fumar e se drogar com os amigos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem se importar com o resto?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Realizar os sonhos que se perdem em noites sem sono&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com os problemas a te sufocar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É ser aceito em meio a uma sociedade hipócrita, controlada por uma outra sociedade contraditória e que esconde tantos segredos e faz guerra?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ou seria apenas viver?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De um modo que lhe agrade e não faça mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; aos outros de acordo com os seus pensamentos?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qual o sentido da vida?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qual a razão de viver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SHSqSP2zT_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uqUECQDB-5A/s1600-h/Caprivi+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SHSqSP2zT_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uqUECQDB-5A/s320/Caprivi+sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220985098500001778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero que apreciem e pensem a respeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e continuo, quem quiser ver seu texto, pensamento ou qualquer coisa postada aqui, é só nos enviar para executtioner@hotmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado e um bom dia a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Missi, eu te amo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-1113878663994358047?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/1113878663994358047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=1113878663994358047' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/1113878663994358047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/1113878663994358047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/07/qual-o-sentido-da-vida.html' title='Qual o sentido da vida?'/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SHSqSP2zT_I/AAAAAAAAABo/uqUECQDB-5A/s72-c/Caprivi+sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-5129386307221659210</id><published>2008-07-08T17:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:36:14.065-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Desejar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O ato de desejar,  possessão. Algo egoísta e extremo do ser humano.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O desejo, puro e simples, leva-nos a  cegueira perante a realidade que nos cerca, destrói o que conquistamos, pelo simples fato de querer mais, possuir mais. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desejar poder, glória, riquezas, nos levou ao mundo caótico em que hoje vivemos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagine um dia se o homem descobrir o quão poderosa é a energia que circula isso tudo e desejar ser tão poderosa quanto ela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SHPQRM3QyII/AAAAAAAAABg/YO9dGkZHhFM/s1600-h/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SHPQRM3QyII/AAAAAAAAABg/YO9dGkZHhFM/s320/eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220745386981902466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escreví isso a um tempo... nem me lembrava. Não faz muito meu gosto, mas até que achei legalzinho.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se quiserem ver algo publicado aqui, é só nos enviar para executtioner@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valeu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-5129386307221659210?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/5129386307221659210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=5129386307221659210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/5129386307221659210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/5129386307221659210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-desejar.html' title='O Desejar'/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SHPQRM3QyII/AAAAAAAAABg/YO9dGkZHhFM/s72-c/eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-8734790431426712201</id><published>2008-07-07T08:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:36:14.176-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorri!</title><content type='html'>Hoje irei escrever uma poesia de um cara que viveu entre 1889 e 1977 em Londres.  Ele foi Ator, Diretor, Roteirista e Músico. O cara é simplesmente um gênio. Espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorri quando a dor te torturar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E a saudade atormentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os teus dias tristonhos vazios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorri quando tudo terminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando nada mais restar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do teu sonho encantador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorri quando o sol perder a luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E sentires uma cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nos teus ombros cansados doridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorri vai mentindo a sua dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E ao notar que tu sorris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo mundo irá supor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que és feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charles Spencer Chaplin Jr.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SHH-GMKb8vI/AAAAAAAAABY/grKtunuQjBc/s1600-h/charlie+chaplin+silent+star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SHH-GMKb8vI/AAAAAAAAABY/grKtunuQjBc/s320/charlie+chaplin+silent+star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220232825396785906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é de se refletir.&lt;br /&gt;COMENTEM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e continuo, se quiserem ver sua poesia, texto, pensamento e afins publicados aqui, nos envie por e-mail para executtioner@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;até amanhã!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. atualizado data..&lt;br /&gt;valeu zuru pelo aviso ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-8734790431426712201?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/8734790431426712201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=8734790431426712201' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/8734790431426712201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/8734790431426712201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/07/hoje-irei-escrever-uma-poesia-de-um.html' title='Sorri!'/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SHH-GMKb8vI/AAAAAAAAABY/grKtunuQjBc/s72-c/charlie+chaplin+silent+star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-7090703967319233797</id><published>2008-07-04T08:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:36:14.302-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No corredor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ainda espero o seu beijo doce, no corredor escuro,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em frente a porta que nos conduzirá ao mundo isolado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;da felicidade eterna. Espero sentado na cadeira dos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meus sonhos de criança, de onde eu vagava no infinito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;da minha imaginação, buscando a imagem do meu amor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se um dia atravessar esse corredor e me ver sentado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por alí, segure em minhas mãos e nos conduza ao mundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que procuro, junto de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG4NQN1xzzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d2orb3tLS3c/s1600-h/573999716_e5d6207135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG4NQN1xzzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d2orb3tLS3c/s320/573999716_e5d6207135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219123590413274930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é isso. COMENTEM!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-7090703967319233797?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/7090703967319233797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=7090703967319233797' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/7090703967319233797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/7090703967319233797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-corredor.html' title='No corredor'/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG4NQN1xzzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/d2orb3tLS3c/s72-c/573999716_e5d6207135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-2500719086352346345</id><published>2008-07-03T08:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:36:14.519-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SGy6VgA5UGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TAm_kraFW-o/s1600-h/espancamento.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SGy6VgA5UGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TAm_kraFW-o/s320/espancamento.thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218750946749272162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu que já não sei mais o que esperar das pessoas ao meu redor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sento e espero o tempo passar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vendo o mundo se acabar em guerra e caos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para onde vou, ainda não sei, mas pelo menos sentado aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não faço mal a ninguém. Esperamos para ver até que ponto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chega a estupidez humana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eu acho complicado a situação descrita de ficar sentado e ver até que ponto chega a estupidez humana, mas se todos ficassem conformados com o tem, acho q teríamos um mundo menos pior...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E não esqueçam, se quiserem ver seu pensamento, texto, poesia, protesto ou qualquer coisa publicada aqui, nos envie para executtioner@hotmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bom dia a todos!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (comentem!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-2500719086352346345?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/2500719086352346345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=2500719086352346345' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/2500719086352346345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/2500719086352346345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/07/eu-que-j-no-sei-mais-o-que-esperar-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SGy6VgA5UGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TAm_kraFW-o/s72-c/espancamento.thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1053850158788061152.post-1515523230614120553</id><published>2008-07-02T10:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:36:14.747-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bom dia a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou inaugurando esse blog, com a finalidade de postar poesias, poemas, pensamentos e frases, para pensarmos um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pouco&lt;/span&gt; no mundo em que vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;Irei postar coisas encontradas na Internet, livros e coisas de minha autoria, sempre com uma imagem ou o link de algum disco para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;download&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem do novo espaço e se quiser ver seu pensamento, frase ou texto postado aqui, é só enviar-nos para executtioner@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;vou começar com um pensa&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SGuF3UC8neI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ogw9nJ6N6ps/s1600-h/imagem+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SGuF3UC8neI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ogw9nJ6N6ps/s320/imagem+blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218411778559221218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mento&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;escreví&lt;/span&gt; a algum tempo, espero q gostem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu quero sair desse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mundinho&lt;/span&gt; medíocre,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dominado por uma invenção &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;geniosa&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;controla seres humanos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;insetos&lt;/span&gt; presos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em um pote de vidro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo em um labirinto com um caminho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pré-determinado, onde as pessoas insistem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em dizer que podemos escolher nosso próprio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caminho, mesmo sabendo que são controladas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pela maquina do sistema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não se esqueçam de deixar seus comentários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muito obrigado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1053850158788061152-1515523230614120553?l=ecosdoalem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/feeds/1515523230614120553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1053850158788061152&amp;postID=1515523230614120553' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/1515523230614120553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1053850158788061152/posts/default/1515523230614120553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecosdoalem.blogspot.com/2008/07/bom-dia-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>Hugo Marcelo Brandão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06347075531002462056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SG7vLbRPJTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qs6b7Fcghuc/S220/20-05-08_0732.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7kEvdKZ8288/SGuF3UC8neI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ogw9nJ6N6ps/s72-c/imagem+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
