<?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-8698674</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:15:30.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'>requintes</title><subtitle type='html'>Só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível aos olhos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>627</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-8721233981370208209</id><published>2011-08-23T11:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T11:19:19.745-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu te amo, seu bobo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-8721233981370208209?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/8721233981370208209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=8721233981370208209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8721233981370208209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8721233981370208209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2011/08/eu-te-amo-seu-bobo.html' title=''/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-6990888449682932873</id><published>2011-08-23T09:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T09:44:51.907-03:00</updated><title type='text'>das coisas que acontecem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QoNmqqmpDe4/TlOevLG6IaI/AAAAAAAAATo/2EAlXFAFeLo/s1600/NATUREZA%2BPOR%2BDO%2BSOL%2B010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QoNmqqmpDe4/TlOevLG6IaI/AAAAAAAAATo/2EAlXFAFeLo/s320/NATUREZA%2BPOR%2BDO%2BSOL%2B010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644029291298169250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é o tempo que passa rápido ou a vida é que me atropela?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tanta coisa aconteceu, mudou, passou a ser importante ou a não ter importância nenhuma... tanta coisa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;menos de dois meses e eu me sinto meio perdida pois não sei o que deveria sentir. crescer dói, mas eu sei que preciso. sei que algum dia iria acontecer, que é para o meu bem... mas dá vontade de gritar, de pedir socorro, de querer morrer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e quando alguém brinca com esse sentimento, a última coisa que eu penso em fazer é rir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-6990888449682932873?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/6990888449682932873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=6990888449682932873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6990888449682932873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6990888449682932873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2011/08/das-coisas-que-acontecem.html' title='das coisas que acontecem.'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QoNmqqmpDe4/TlOevLG6IaI/AAAAAAAAATo/2EAlXFAFeLo/s72-c/NATUREZA%2BPOR%2BDO%2BSOL%2B010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-3070105953592032216</id><published>2011-06-06T15:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T15:32:58.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>de todas as coisas. do medo.</title><content type='html'>hoje eu quero escrever. hoje tá doendo e eu não sei o que fazer pra segurar. pra aliviar. pra anestesiar tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu estou com medo. medo do que pode vir a ser ou do que não será. do que o futuro nos reserva.&lt;br /&gt;nada como um relacionamento pra te confundir mais as idéias. pra te deixar mais insegura do que nunca. pra te convencer que é bom demais pra ser verdade, que você não merece tanta felicidade. será?&lt;br /&gt;não queria que fosse assim.&lt;br /&gt;e nem tem motivo. sou só eu sendo eu, de um jeito que eu não gosto nem um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amo tanto. tanto. cada dia mais.&lt;br /&gt;tenho medo de não caber dentro de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-3070105953592032216?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/3070105953592032216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=3070105953592032216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3070105953592032216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3070105953592032216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2011/06/de-todas-as-coisas-do-medo.html' title='de todas as coisas. do medo.'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-8036927531168708488</id><published>2011-04-06T10:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:38:28.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Adora</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Será que eu já posso enlouquecer?&lt;br /&gt; Ou devo apenas sorrir?&lt;br /&gt; Não sei mais o que eu tenho que fazer&lt;br /&gt; Pra você admitir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt; Que você me adora&lt;br /&gt; Que me acha foda&lt;br /&gt; Não espere eu ir embora pra perceber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;small&gt;Pitty, Derrick Green e Andreas Kisser)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-8036927531168708488?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/8036927531168708488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=8036927531168708488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8036927531168708488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8036927531168708488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-adora.html' title='Me Adora'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-4462999089518890850</id><published>2011-03-28T07:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:48:02.047-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your lovin'... Like the sunshine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0Wuh9gxYhw/TZxt1bFjIFI/AAAAAAAAATE/9R4LSqayoY0/s1600/Sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0Wuh9gxYhw/TZxt1bFjIFI/AAAAAAAAATE/9R4LSqayoY0/s200/Sunshine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592465601858838610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; font-style: italic;font-family:'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &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/8698674-4462999089518890850?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/4462999089518890850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=4462999089518890850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4462999089518890850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4462999089518890850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-need-your-lovin-like-sunshine.html' title='I need your lovin&apos;... Like the sunshine...'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0Wuh9gxYhw/TZxt1bFjIFI/AAAAAAAAATE/9R4LSqayoY0/s72-c/Sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-4303879367758814276</id><published>2011-02-19T11:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T11:04:41.848-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mentira</title><content type='html'>nasci pro drama mesmo.&lt;div&gt;me alimento disso. sou masoquista até o último fio de cabelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*suspiro*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;That's alright, because I like the way it hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;That's alright, because I love the way you lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I love the way you lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Eminem feat Rihanna)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-4303879367758814276?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/4303879367758814276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=4303879367758814276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4303879367758814276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4303879367758814276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2011/02/mentira.html' title='mentira'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-6166160418312194476</id><published>2010-10-16T22:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:13:23.307-03:00</updated><title type='text'>do hoje</title><content type='html'>meio que abandonei aqui, né? uma pena, não tenho tido muito tempo.&lt;div&gt;o que posso dizer é que hoje estou feliz. ando realizada, com sorrisos fáceis, um bom humor quase certo, quase implícito, quase inato. mas todo mundo tem direito a um &lt;i&gt;bad hair day&lt;/i&gt;, não é mesmo? nesses dias, tento ficar mais quieta, na minha. pouca gente merece meu mau humor. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que mudou? deixei de ser drama queen, consegui botar um fim no desespero e diminuir bastante a minha ansiedade. tudo isso só reaprendendo a viver, sem cobranças surreais, expectativas impossíveis, sem me julgar, sem julgar os outros. dá certo. dá muito certo. no hoje, vivendo o hoje. por um amanhã ainda melhor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijo beijo. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-6166160418312194476?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/6166160418312194476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=6166160418312194476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6166160418312194476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6166160418312194476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-hoje.html' title='do hoje'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-8613131822341619076</id><published>2010-06-03T19:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:21:27.282-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderwall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Today is gonna be the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Realized what you gotta do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Feels the way I do about you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Backbeat, the word was on the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;That the fire in your heart is out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm sure you've heard it all before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But you never really had a doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Feels the way I do about you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And all the roads we have to walk are winding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;There are many things that I would like to say to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But I don't know how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Because maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And after all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;[Noel Gallagher]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-8613131822341619076?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/8613131822341619076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=8613131822341619076&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8613131822341619076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8613131822341619076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2010/06/wonderwall.html' title='Wonderwall'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-8119701716058401733</id><published>2010-04-30T10:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:57:27.317-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>"É-nos dado apenas um dia por vez na semana.&lt;br /&gt;Todos podem enfrentar as batalhas que têm de travar hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Todos podem levar os fardos de um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Todos podem resistir às tentações de um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Todos podem passar pelas provas de um dia.&lt;br /&gt;É somente quando acrescentamos ao hoje os fardos daquelas duas eternidades: o ontem e o amanhã, que sofremos um colapso.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode carregar todos esses fardos".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-8119701716058401733?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/8119701716058401733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=8119701716058401733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8119701716058401733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8119701716058401733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2010/04/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-3130527809073503403</id><published>2010-04-26T21:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:20:49.729-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para não dizer que não falei do fim</title><content type='html'>vontade doida de chorar. de me descabelar, de me entregar ao desespero. de chorar chorar chorar. de ouvir los hermanos até ficar com dó de mim. prq, sinceramente, me iludi enquanto pude. me enganei completamente, acreditei nas minhas verdades. até prq, você sempre foi o meu número, e talvez nem seja. mas vai ser para sempre. mesmo sendo fruto da minha romântica imaginação. triste. achando forças para continuar. ou não. achando forças para mudar alguma coisa, prq, para honrar essa estória, alguma coisa realmente importante merece acontecer. merece ser lembrada. merece ser vivida. me procure quando sentir saudade. vou estar aqui. sonhando e sentindo, como sempre. vida que segue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-3130527809073503403?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/3130527809073503403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=3130527809073503403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3130527809073503403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3130527809073503403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2010/04/para-nao-dizer-que-nao-falei-do-fim.html' title='Para não dizer que não falei do fim'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-3080698102331897126</id><published>2010-04-07T10:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:22:46.429-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Condicional</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu sei, é um doce te amar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;O amargo é querer-te pra mim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do que eu preciso é lembrar, me ver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Antes de te ter e de ser teu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que eu queria, o que eu fazia, o que mais?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que alguma coisa a gente tem que amar, mas o quê?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sei mais&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-3080698102331897126?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/3080698102331897126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=3080698102331897126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3080698102331897126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3080698102331897126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2010/04/condicional.html' title='Condicional'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-3695720680258443649</id><published>2010-03-24T01:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T01:42:48.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa Pré-Fabricada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Abre os teus armários, eu estou a te esperar&lt;br /&gt;Para ver deitar o sol sobre os teus braços, castos&lt;br /&gt;Cobre a culpa vã, até amanhã eu vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;E fazer do teu sorriso um abrigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta que é no canto que eu vou chegar&lt;br /&gt;Canta o teu encanto que é pra me encantar&lt;br /&gt;Canta para mim, qualquer coisa assim sobre você&lt;br /&gt;Que explique a minha paz&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais vale o meu pranto que esse canto em solidão&lt;br /&gt;Nessa espera o mundo gira em linhas tortas&lt;br /&gt;Abre essa janela, a primavera quer entrar&lt;br /&gt;Pra fazer da nossa voz uma só nota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto que é de canto que eu vou chegar&lt;br /&gt;Canto e toco um tanto que é pra te encantar&lt;br /&gt;Canto para mim qualquer coisa assim sobre você&lt;br /&gt;Que explique a minha paz&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Marcelo Camelo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-3695720680258443649?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/3695720680258443649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=3695720680258443649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-4714460001616105455</id><published>2010-01-05T22:53:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T05:26:21.631-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com uma vontade muito grande de escrever aqui e não sabendo muito bem por onde começar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, eu ando com o coração meio apertado, um pouco castigado, mas pqp, já passei por tanta coisa que uma desilusão dessa é fichinha... Já não me abato tanto nem choro desesperada... Isso é crescer? Ótimo, estou adorando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho esperança, tenho motivação para ir em frente, tenho uma vida inteira de sorrisos e alegria sincera me esperando e sei de tudo isso ao fitar os olhinhos da Anna. Nela eu descobri o que é amor de verdade. Nela minha vida está completa. Nela nada nem ninguém pode me abalar. Cada abraço me enche de paz, cada beijo me acalma o espírito, me faz conhecer e amar ainda mais. Cada fonema que ela aprende (uma vitória tão grande) e quando me chama de Tata... É indescritível. É insuperável. É amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é caminho, não é destino. Esse amor é meu guia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo beijo, ótima semana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-4714460001616105455?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/4714460001616105455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=4714460001616105455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4714460001616105455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4714460001616105455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2010/01/esperanca.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-4797571659155177902</id><published>2009-12-22T10:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:57:59.402-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Votos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/SzDK3MmiYhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9Km8yHFL_HY/s1600-h/feliz_natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/SzDK3MmiYhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9Km8yHFL_HY/s320/feliz_natal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418053401351184914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Use sua força para guiar seu destino.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que você desejar com intensidade pode transformar seu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Quem acredita nos seus sonhos tem apenas uma direção:&lt;br /&gt;SEMPRE EM FRENTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Natal e um 2010 abençoado!&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/8698674-4797571659155177902?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/4797571659155177902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=4797571659155177902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4797571659155177902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4797571659155177902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/12/use-sua-forca-para-guiar-seu-destino.html' title='Votos'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/SzDK3MmiYhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9Km8yHFL_HY/s72-c/feliz_natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-5804669683981836531</id><published>2009-11-24T15:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:58:09.995-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovegame</title><content type='html'>Ô saudade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-5804669683981836531?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/5804669683981836531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=5804669683981836531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5804669683981836531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5804669683981836531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/11/lovegame.html' title='Lovegame'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-7171024083531256509</id><published>2009-11-21T09:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:43:04.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/Swvw6Dch9hI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BMhnTQhIA-A/s1600/06_ernie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/Swvw6Dch9hI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BMhnTQhIA-A/s200/06_ernie.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407680657736463890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parabéééns, requintes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-7171024083531256509?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/7171024083531256509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=7171024083531256509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7171024083531256509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7171024083531256509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/11/6.html' title='6'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/Swvw6Dch9hI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BMhnTQhIA-A/s72-c/06_ernie.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-7271485844379922614</id><published>2009-11-08T23:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:47:06.407-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada Tanto Assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu tenho pressa&lt;br /&gt;E tanta coisa me interessa&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada tanto assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kid Abelha]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só para dizer que eu estou viva, bem e muito feliz. Isso é o que importa, né? O resto é balela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo beijo, ótima semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que hoje é dia de dar parabéns para a minha mana, Dona Flávia. \o/&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/8698674-7271485844379922614?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/7271485844379922614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=7271485844379922614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7271485844379922614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7271485844379922614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/11/nada-tanto-assim.html' title='Nada Tanto Assim'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-6937023494177965215</id><published>2009-10-16T23:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:17:18.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Avesso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pode parecer promessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mas eu sinto que você é a pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mais parecida comigo que eu conheço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;só que do lado do avesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pode ser que seja engano, bobagem ou ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de ter você na minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mas acho que com você eu me esqueço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e em seguida eu aconteço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por isso deixo aqui meu endereço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se você me procurar eu apareço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se você me encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;te reconheço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Ceumar e Alice Ruiz]&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/8698674-6937023494177965215?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/6937023494177965215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=6937023494177965215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6937023494177965215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6937023494177965215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/07/avesso.html' title='Avesso'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-7197566887229192624</id><published>2009-10-07T08:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:55:19.599-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>"No sono, escondemos nossos medos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei com alguém dizendo essa frase na última noite.&lt;br /&gt;Estranho, mas tem feito sentido. Alguém que diz que não tem medo de nada provavelmente só sabe esconder melhor do que eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo beijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-7197566887229192624?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/7197566887229192624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=7197566887229192624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7197566887229192624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7197566887229192624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-7299598136720732284</id><published>2009-09-22T23:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:15:06.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Change your heart&lt;br /&gt;Look around you&lt;br /&gt;Change your heart&lt;br /&gt;It will astound you&lt;br /&gt;I need your lovin'&lt;br /&gt;Like the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Beck]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-7299598136720732284?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/7299598136720732284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=7299598136720732284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7299598136720732284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7299598136720732284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/09/everybodys-gotta-learn-sometime.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Gotta Learn Sometime'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-1622422090676719947</id><published>2009-09-22T09:05:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:16:35.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faz parte da vida aprender que as outras pessoas não são perfeitas. Esse aprendizado começa cedo e, na maioria da vezes, não é agradável. Mas a realidade é essa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faz parte da vida aprender que você também não é perfeito. Pretensão demais querer parecer. Pretensão demais ignorar os próprios limites e falhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faz parte da vida apaixonar-se perdidamente... Querer ser perfeito para alguém, esperar que a pessoa seja perfeita para você. A realidade não é essa. Na maioria das vezes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E quando descobrir isso, não banque o decepcionado, não finja que não sabia. Não deixe que suas expectativas minem uma amizade, um amor, uma vida: quem cai de um pedestal que não pediu se machuca bem mais do que você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-1622422090676719947?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/1622422090676719947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=1622422090676719947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1622422090676719947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1622422090676719947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-luck.html' title='Good Luck'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-1486646888049533396</id><published>2009-09-16T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:32:51.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Careful Where You Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel safe when I am with you&lt;br /&gt;I feel warm when you want me to&lt;br /&gt;I am cured when you are around&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Coldplay]&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/8698674-1486646888049533396?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/1486646888049533396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=1486646888049533396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1486646888049533396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1486646888049533396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/08/careful-where-you-stand.html' title='Careful Where You Stand'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-3140877925906009247</id><published>2009-09-14T23:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:53:18.188-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para falar de você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E então, como estamos? Estamos com o coração apertado de saudade e renovado de alegria. Feliz feliz. Diante dos contras, e são tantos, tudo está a nosso favor. Diante dos contras, não perdemos a esperança e brindamos a um novo dia. Ao que nos une e nos afasta. Ao que amamos um no outro e ao que nos faz brigar, chorar, vibrar em novos acordes. E sim, estamos bem. Mais do que bem, mais do que eu jamais poderia imaginar. Completos, complexos. Simples.&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/8698674-3140877925906009247?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/3140877925906009247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=3140877925906009247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3140877925906009247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3140877925906009247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-falar-de-voce.html' title='Para falar de você'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-114520757211583673</id><published>2009-09-03T12:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:05:22.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um girassol da cor do seu cabelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu cantar não chore não&lt;br /&gt;É só poesia&lt;br /&gt;Eu só preciso ter você&lt;br /&gt;Por mais um dia&lt;br /&gt;Ainda gosto de dançar&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia&lt;br /&gt;Como vai você?&lt;br /&gt;Você vem?&lt;br /&gt;Será que é tarde demais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lô Borges]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-114520757211583673?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/114520757211583673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=114520757211583673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/114520757211583673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/114520757211583673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2006/05/um-girassol-da-cor-do-seu-cabelo.html' title='Um girassol da cor do seu cabelo'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-38301947497601837</id><published>2009-09-01T15:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:21:48.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por ti, Corinthians!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/Sp3kuiLDLqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FRuY-_FyRwo/s1600-h/esc_corinthians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/Sp3kuiLDLqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FRuY-_FyRwo/s320/esc_corinthians.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376705018248507042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-38301947497601837?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/38301947497601837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=38301947497601837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/38301947497601837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/38301947497601837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/09/por-ti-corinthians.html' title='Por ti, Corinthians!'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/Sp3kuiLDLqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FRuY-_FyRwo/s72-c/esc_corinthians.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-6518557148247003291</id><published>2009-08-17T23:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:56:12.135-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause I came here with a load&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so much lighter&lt;br /&gt;Since I've met  you&lt;br /&gt;And honey you should know&lt;br /&gt;That I could never go on&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Coldplay]&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/8698674-6518557148247003291?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/6518557148247003291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=6518557148247003291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6518557148247003291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6518557148247003291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/08/green-eyes.html' title='Green Eyes'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-2709935614375492670</id><published>2009-08-13T06:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T06:30:23.385-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/SoPdCTZg3aI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FwSHBrEgz7Q/s1600-h/PL8xUi8OEp37nfpcgl2xBhx6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/SoPdCTZg3aI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FwSHBrEgz7Q/s320/PL8xUi8OEp37nfpcgl2xBhx6o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369378212392525218" 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/8698674-2709935614375492670?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/2709935614375492670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=2709935614375492670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/2709935614375492670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/2709935614375492670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-speak.html' title='Don&apos;t Speak'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/SoPdCTZg3aI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FwSHBrEgz7Q/s72-c/PL8xUi8OEp37nfpcgl2xBhx6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-5607293558449543764</id><published>2009-08-12T22:33:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:06:22.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Clocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sou uma pessoa extremista e espero que continue assim pois gosto de poder mudar de idéia, gosto de conhecer o novo e, antes de tudo, sei respeitar as diferenças, sejam elas de opiniões, gostos, sensações. Quando me pego julgando algo ou alguém tento compreender que por mais que eu tente, não vou conseguir sentir o que o outro sentiu e entender por completo suas motivações para tal. E isso, ah, é meu e ninguém tira.&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de nunca, não gosto de adeus. Mas também não gosto de sempre, não gosto de certezas.&lt;br /&gt;Extremos nunca foram o meu forte. E gosto menos ainda de estar condicionada a eles. Não me peça para escolher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero é ficar do tamanho da paz. Só hoje, por favor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-5607293558449543764?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/5607293558449543764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=5607293558449543764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5607293558449543764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5607293558449543764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/08/clocks.html' title='Clocks'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-1673807539650881958</id><published>2009-08-05T22:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:59:23.614-03:00</updated><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/Sno43hXkaII/AAAAAAAAAEo/-hFySUMg-1M/s1600-h/UU8sftjMcq2etvq7WYBOqbQdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/Sno43hXkaII/AAAAAAAAAEo/-hFySUMg-1M/s320/UU8sftjMcq2etvq7WYBOqbQdo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366664432466552962" 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/8698674-1673807539650881958?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/1673807539650881958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=1673807539650881958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1673807539650881958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1673807539650881958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/08/so.html' title='So'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/Sno43hXkaII/AAAAAAAAAEo/-hFySUMg-1M/s72-c/UU8sftjMcq2etvq7WYBOqbQdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-9056295939856826192</id><published>2009-08-03T12:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:38:19.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois Barcos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Nos mares por onde andei&lt;br /&gt;Devagar&lt;br /&gt;Dedicou-se mais&lt;br /&gt;O acaso a se esconder&lt;br /&gt;E agora o amanhã, cadê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Marcelo Camelo]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste, muito triste. O tanto de gente filha da puta nesse mundo ainda me assusta. E dói. Uma dor que só eu sei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-9056295939856826192?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/9056295939856826192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=9056295939856826192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/9056295939856826192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/9056295939856826192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/08/dois-barcos.html' title='Dois Barcos'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-115661085494754859</id><published>2009-07-31T21:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:38:03.227-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmo que mude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É sempre amor, mesmo que acabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Com ele aonde quer que esteja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É sempre amor, mesmo que mude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É sempre amor, mesmo que alguém esqueça o que passou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bidê ou Balde]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que mude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-115661085494754859?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/115661085494754859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=115661085494754859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/115661085494754859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/115661085494754859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2006/08/mesmo-que-mude.html' title='Mesmo que mude'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-4443828170511433734</id><published>2009-07-31T08:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:38:26.828-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfeccionismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nada do que eu vier a escrever aqui hoje vai parecer bom o suficiente. Ainda assim, eu quero tanto. Quero muito me livrar dessas amarras e dessa mordaça que parecem não permitir que eu expresse todo o sentimento do mundo que está dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo adiante, como sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo beijo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-4443828170511433734?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/4443828170511433734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=4443828170511433734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4443828170511433734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4443828170511433734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfeccionismo.html' title='Perfeccionismo'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-370047791823876931</id><published>2009-07-18T20:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:37:15.608-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou deixar</title><content type='html'>E deixa a sorte me buscar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-370047791823876931?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/370047791823876931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=370047791823876931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/370047791823876931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/370047791823876931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/07/vou-deixar.html' title='Vou deixar'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-6843766216104684922</id><published>2009-07-10T06:26:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:09:27.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Aniversário Nikola Tesla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/SlcJl_JubgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DWKIQFKBVvY/s1600-h/tesla09.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/SlcJl_JubgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DWKIQFKBVvY/s320/tesla09.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356760829992529410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tesla nasceu há exatos 156 anos, em Smiljan, estado que pertencia ao Império Austríaco e hoje equivale a um território da Croácia. Tido como excêntrico e brilhante, no começo da vida adulta, ao ingressar no Instituto Politécnico de Graz, questionava seus professores sobre outra forma de distribuir energia elétrica que não fosse a corrente contínua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do falecimento de seu pai, Nikola Tesla, porém, foi obrigado a abandonar o curso superior e virou operador de telégrafo. Ainda assim, arranjava tempo para concretizar suas idéias para novos artefatos e conseguiu, anos mais tarde, construir um invento que provava a corrente alternada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admirador do trabalho de seu contemporâneo Thomas Edison, ele acreditava que poderia se unir ao inventor e conquistar o mundo. Virou assistente de Edison, porém, acabaram se desentendendo e Tesla seguiu sozinho nos seus trabalhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi Tesla que revolucionou os conceitos de eletromagnetismo, potência elétrica, distribuição de energia multifásicos e muitos outros que introduziram a Segunda Revolução Industrial no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também colaborou para o desenvolvimento do rádio, demonstrando a transmissão sem fios em 1894. Suas incontáveis contribuições estão listadas em áreas como robótica, controle remoto, radar, ciência computacional, balística, física nuclear e física teórica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de ganhar homenagens em sites e na home do Google, Nikola Tesla é homenageado pela montadora do Vale do Silício, Tesla Motors, que desenvolve, não por acaso, veículos elétricos de alto desempenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tesla faleceu em 1943, com pouco dinheiro e reconhecimento em Nova Iorque, nos Estados Unidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(INFO Online)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Cara.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dito. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo beijo.&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/8698674-6843766216104684922?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/6843766216104684922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=6843766216104684922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6843766216104684922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6843766216104684922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/07/feliz-aniversario-nikola-tesla.html' title='Feliz Aniversário Nikola Tesla!'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/SlcJl_JubgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DWKIQFKBVvY/s72-c/tesla09.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-3810525869029308872</id><published>2009-07-09T15:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:26:12.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sutilmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando eu estiver triste&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente me abrace&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estiver louco&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente se afaste&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estiver fogo&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente se encaixe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver triste&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente me abrace&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver louco&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente se afaste&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu estiver bobo&lt;br /&gt;Sutilmente disfarce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando eu estiver morto&lt;br /&gt;Suplico que não me mate, não&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti, dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o mundo acabe, enfim&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de tudo que cabe em ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Samuel Rosa e Nando Reis]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-3810525869029308872?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/3810525869029308872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=3810525869029308872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3810525869029308872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3810525869029308872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/07/sutilmente.html' title='Sutilmente'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-1693580352766319155</id><published>2009-07-06T16:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:27:14.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do beijo e seus motivos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não esperava por aquilo numa segunda-feira, às 3 e meia da tarde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Me dê um bom motivo para eu não beijar você! - ele disse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ela tanto não esperava por aquilo que ficou completamente parada, fazendo com que ele repetisse o que havia dito, e que ela, mais uma vez, não esperava:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Você é capaz de me dar um bom motivo para eu não lhe beijar agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ela pensou em dizer que mal o conhecia, que só o vira passando de um lado para o outro, e que não costumava beijar estranhos.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ela pensou em alegar que estavam no escritório, e que não ficaria bem nem para ele nem para ela um beijo no meio do expediente.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ela pensou em lhe lembrar da aliança que ele carregava no anelar direito, e que indicava que ele estava noivo, comprometido, e que não poderia jogar tudo para o alto por um simples beijo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ela pensou em confessar que era homossexual, lésbica sem muita convicção, mas lésbica, e que a notícia do beijo em um homem, se chegasse no ouvido errado, poderia abalar a sua reputação.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ela pensou em se autodepreciar, dizendo que não havia escovado os dentes depois do almoço e que a essa altura o Trident já estava vencido.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ele, aproveitando-se da indecisão dela, a segurou pela cintura e a beijou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Todos os demais funcionários já deixaram o escritório. Eles ainda não encontraram nenhum motivo para pararem de se beijar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Eduardo Loureiro Jr.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/inagaki"&gt;@inagaki&lt;/a&gt; =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-1693580352766319155?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/1693580352766319155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=1693580352766319155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1693580352766319155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1693580352766319155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-beijo-e-seus-motivos.html' title='Do beijo e seus motivos'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-9165099529920486979</id><published>2009-07-05T17:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:42:06.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Relicário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O que está acontecendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O mundo está ao contrário e ninguém reparou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O que está acontecendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu estava em paz quando você chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E são dois cílios em pleno ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atrás do filho vem o pai e o avô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como um gatilho sem disparar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Você invade mais um lugar onde eu não vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O que você está fazendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milhões de vasos sem nenhuma flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O que você está fazendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um relicário imenso desse amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corre a lua, porque longe vai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sobe o dia tão vertical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O horizonte anuncia com o seu vitral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que eu trocaria a eternidade por essa noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque está amanhecendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peço o contrário, ver o sol se por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque está amanhecendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se não vou beijar seus lábios quando você se for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nando Reis]&lt;br /&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/8698674-9165099529920486979?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/9165099529920486979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=9165099529920486979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/9165099529920486979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/9165099529920486979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/07/relicario.html' title='Relicário'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-7173660475527370168</id><published>2009-07-04T15:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:31:08.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Outrageous</title><content type='html'>Passou. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensa que é fácil derrubar essa mocinha? Nem é... Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo beijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-7173660475527370168?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/7173660475527370168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=7173660475527370168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7173660475527370168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7173660475527370168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/07/outrageous.html' title='Outrageous'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-7294461459395270616</id><published>2009-07-04T00:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:07:53.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Knives Out</title><content type='html'>Me permito ficar triste vezemquando.&lt;br /&gt;É que tá doendo pacaralho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-7294461459395270616?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/7294461459395270616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=7294461459395270616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7294461459395270616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7294461459395270616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/07/knives-out.html' title='Knives Out'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-3161056219414962394</id><published>2009-06-18T10:04:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:25:59.681-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eterno Retorno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"E se um dia ou uma noite um demônio se esgueirasse em tua mais solitária solidão e te dissesse: "Esta vida, assim como tu vives agora e como a viveste, terás de vivê-la ainda uma vez e ainda inúmeras vezes: e não haverá nela nada de novo, cada dor e cada prazer e cada pensamento e suspiro e tudo o que há de indivisivelmente pequeno e de grande em tua vida há de te retornar, e tudo na mesma ordem e sequência - e do mesmo modo esta aranha e este luar entre as árvores, e do mesmo modo este instante e eu próprio. A eterna ampulheta da existência será sempre virada outra vez - e tu com ela, poeirinha da poeira!". Não te lançarias ao chão e rangerias os dentes e amaldiçoarias o demônio que te falasses assim? Ou viveste alguma vez um instante descomunal, em que lhe responderías: "Tu és um deus e nunca ouvi nada mais divino!" Se esse pensamento adquirisse poder sobre ti, assim como tu és, ele te transformaria e talvez te triturasse: a pergunta diante de tudo e de cada coisa: "Quero isto ainda uma vez e inúmeras vezes?" pesaria como o mais pesado dos pesos sobre o teu agir! Ou, então, como terias de ficar de bem contigo e mesmo com a vida, para não desejar nada mais do que essa última, eterna confirmação e chancela?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A Gaia Ciência, Friedrich Nietzsche]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até então, nunca ouvi nada mais divino...&lt;br /&gt;Não basta fazer acontecer, é preciso fazer valer a pena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-3161056219414962394?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/3161056219414962394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=3161056219414962394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3161056219414962394'/><link 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do mar, e de você e de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nando Reis]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhando e estudando feito doida, e doida eu sou mesmo =] &lt;br /&gt;Não anda sobrando tanto tempo quanto eu gostaria para contar as novas e talz, mas vou tentar me dedicar mais, já que eu gosto muito mesmo daqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade imensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo beijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-5026755834109266394?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/5026755834109266394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=5026755834109266394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5026755834109266394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5026755834109266394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/06/os-cegos-do-castelo.html' title='Os Cegos do Castelo'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-666175054699338372</id><published>2009-05-24T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:55:21.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisa Tua</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assim que vi você&lt;br /&gt;Logo vi que ia dar coisa&lt;br /&gt;Coisa feita pra durar,&lt;br /&gt;Batendo duro no peito&lt;br /&gt;Até eu acabar virando&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Parecida com você&lt;br /&gt;Parecia ter saído&lt;br /&gt;De alguma lembrança antiga&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nunca tinha vivido,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ia viver um dia&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa perdida&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nunca tinha tido&lt;br /&gt;Alguma voz amiga&lt;br /&gt;Esquecida no meu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Agora não tem mais jeito,&lt;br /&gt;Carrego você no peito&lt;br /&gt;Poema na camiseta&lt;br /&gt;Com a tua assinatura&lt;br /&gt;Já nem sei se é você mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Ou se sou eu que virei alguma coisa tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Alice Ruiz]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-666175054699338372?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/666175054699338372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=666175054699338372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/666175054699338372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/666175054699338372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/05/coisa-tua.html' title='Coisa Tua'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-1051429234470750015</id><published>2009-03-26T01:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:27:49.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que fique muito mal explicado&lt;br /&gt;Não faço força pra ser entendido&lt;br /&gt;Quem faz sentido é soldado&lt;br /&gt;Para todos os efeitos meus defeitos não são meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Alice Ruiz]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto levei para entender.&lt;br /&gt;Nem tanto. Nem tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um aninho de vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo beijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-1051429234470750015?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/1051429234470750015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=1051429234470750015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1051429234470750015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1051429234470750015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/03/sentido.html' title='Sentido'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-6135830456601369187</id><published>2009-02-20T13:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T13:56:24.552-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Na sua estante</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;E não adianta nem me procurar&lt;br /&gt;Em outros timbres, outros risos&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava aqui o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Só você não viu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pitty]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava ao seu lado o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;E você fez questão de não ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai passar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-6135830456601369187?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/6135830456601369187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=6135830456601369187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6135830456601369187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6135830456601369187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/02/na-sua-estante.html' title='Na sua estante'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-1435046644004411198</id><published>2009-01-17T11:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:10:45.845-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood</title><content type='html'>fica ali bem perto, só não vê quem tem um olho aberto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bóra sonhar então.&lt;br /&gt;Beijo beijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-1435046644004411198?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/1435046644004411198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=1435046644004411198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1435046644004411198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1435046644004411198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2009/01/hollywood.html' title='Hollywood'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-1029728683798997445</id><published>2008-12-25T15:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:30:50.745-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas Festas</title><content type='html'>E estamos aí novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo, 2008 foi um ano muito bom, só tenho a agradecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009, eu sinto, vai ser ainda melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de reconstrução e renovação. Tempo de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ótimo Natal e um ano novo repleto de alegrias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Amo muito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-1029728683798997445?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/1029728683798997445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=1029728683798997445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1029728683798997445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1029728683798997445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/12/boas-festas.html' title='Boas Festas'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-3343113623154597312</id><published>2008-12-07T11:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:39:05.897-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What I can give you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I lean a little closer just to breathe you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Words are in bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They wake me with their meanings and their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thoughts of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Collective Soul]&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/8698674-3343113623154597312?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/3343113623154597312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=3343113623154597312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3343113623154597312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3343113623154597312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-can-give-you.html' title='What I can give you'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-8130668432884479501</id><published>2008-11-25T19:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:23:59.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuvas</title><content type='html'>Aqui em casa todos bem.&lt;br /&gt;Só o coração doído, a cabeça desorientada, incertezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famílias e casas destruídas: prejuízos incalculáveis.&lt;br /&gt;E é nessas horas que a gente reaprende a rezar. Reaprende a falar baixinho no ouvido de Deus e pedir que nos proteja e ilumine...&lt;br /&gt;Que ilumine aqueles que se foram e, mais ainda, os que ficaram para trás.&lt;br /&gt;Que nos dê força, que a força se torne solidariedade e a solidariedade se transforme em esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Que a alegria nos seja devolvida algum dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de chorar tá forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 estrelas no céu.&lt;br /&gt;Em uma noite triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We still can find a way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Even cold November rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-8130668432884479501?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/8130668432884479501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=8130668432884479501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8130668432884479501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8130668432884479501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/11/chuvas.html' title='Chuvas'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-832193862035921362</id><published>2008-11-23T12:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:30:59.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O amor comeu minha paz e minha guerra. Meu dia e minha noite. Meu inverno e meu verão. Comeu meu silêncio, minha dor de cabeça, meu medo da morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[João Cabral de Melo Neto]&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/8698674-832193862035921362?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/832193862035921362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=832193862035921362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/832193862035921362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/832193862035921362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-amor-comeu-minha-paz-e-minha-guerra.html' title=''/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-5839641241572679131</id><published>2008-11-21T10:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:17:25.595-03:00</updated><title type='text'>5 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/SSa0VtWGEUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xySfyoT4sbs/s1600-h/figure_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271098698926264642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/SSa0VtWGEUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xySfyoT4sbs/s200/figure_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E o Requintes tá de niver hoje!&lt;br /&gt;Até parece que foi ontem... Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo beijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-5839641241572679131?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/5839641241572679131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=5839641241572679131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5839641241572679131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5839641241572679131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-anos.html' title='5 anos'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/SSa0VtWGEUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xySfyoT4sbs/s72-c/figure_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-1257124215630587782</id><published>2008-11-06T22:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:49:25.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quatro Paredes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu só não te convido pra dançar&lt;br /&gt;Porque o assunto que eu quero contigo é em particular&lt;br /&gt;Há tempos tento encontrar um bom momento&lt;br /&gt;Alguma ocasião propícia&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu possa pegar sua mão, olhar nos olhos teus&lt;br /&gt;Seria bom, quatro paredes, eu, você e Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro explicar o meu sentimento&lt;br /&gt;E só consigo encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que não existem no dicionário&lt;br /&gt;Você podia entender meu vocabulário&lt;br /&gt;Decifrar meus sinais, seria bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Marisa Monte, Arnaldo Antunes, Cézar Mendes]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que não existem no dicionário... Amo³.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-1257124215630587782?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/1257124215630587782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=1257124215630587782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1257124215630587782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1257124215630587782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/11/quatro-paredes.html' title='Quatro Paredes'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-545958845977876904</id><published>2008-10-05T19:57:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:12:22.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/SOlHHa7gq5I/AAAAAAAAACs/B1Zzhzzw7Ao/s1600-h/Yellow+Swirl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/SOlHHa7gq5I/AAAAAAAAACs/B1Zzhzzw7Ao/s320/Yellow+Swirl2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253808633117977490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at the stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look how they shine for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And everything you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, they were all yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I came along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wrote a song for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all the things you  do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it was called Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Coldplay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sem sombra, tons ou discussão.&lt;br /&gt;Você é minha cor favorita, meu prato preferido, a música que eu mais gosto de escutar. Você é o fim de tarde ensolarado, o abraço forte nos dias em que a melancolia resolve dar um alô. Você é futuro. É presente. É minha saudade, mesmo perto, mesmo dentro, mesmo eu. O que eu quero. O que eu posso. Você é essa certeza.&lt;br /&gt;É meu coração batendo forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-545958845977876904?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/545958845977876904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=545958845977876904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/545958845977876904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/545958845977876904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/10/yellow.html' title='Yellow'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/SOlHHa7gq5I/AAAAAAAAACs/B1Zzhzzw7Ao/s72-c/Yellow+Swirl2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-697709092113770738</id><published>2008-10-01T12:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:49:42.478-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra ser sincero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E agora é tanto amor&lt;br /&gt;Me abrace como foi&lt;br /&gt;Te adoro e você vem comigo&lt;br /&gt;Aonde quer que eu vôe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Carlinhos Brown e Marisa Monte]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-697709092113770738?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/697709092113770738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=697709092113770738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/697709092113770738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/697709092113770738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/10/pra-ser-sincero.html' title='Pra ser sincero'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-9186703152062477330</id><published>2008-09-29T23:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:42:16.704-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's Just Wonderful</title><content type='html'>E o sábado também foi perfeito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-9186703152062477330?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/9186703152062477330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=9186703152062477330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/9186703152062477330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/9186703152062477330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/09/everythings-just-wonderful.html' title='Everything&apos;s Just Wonderful'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-2325501086600967494</id><published>2008-09-26T00:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:03:19.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday I'm In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't care if monday's blue&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's grey and wednesday too&lt;br /&gt;Thursday i don't care about you&lt;br /&gt;It's friday i'm in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday you can fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday wednesday break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Thursday doesn't even start&lt;br /&gt;It's friday i'm in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday wait&lt;br /&gt;And sunday always comes too late&lt;br /&gt;But friday never hesitate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if monday's black&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday wednesday heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Thursday never looking back&lt;br /&gt;It's friday i'm in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Cure]&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/8698674-2325501086600967494?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/2325501086600967494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=2325501086600967494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/2325501086600967494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/2325501086600967494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-im-in-love.html' title='Friday I&apos;m In Love'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-115076376971919249</id><published>2008-09-20T18:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:16:27.355-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Angels Fall</title><content type='html'>Não entendo. Mas já não faço questão de entender, nem sei se quero. Parece tão pouco provável que haja uma explicação lógica que só faço esperar. Talvez o tempo cure, talvez seja o melhor remédio. Mas já não acredito ser algo que precise de cura. Talvez só precise que o tempo leve de minha mente cada lembrança tua. Que um dia enfim, possa descolorir meus sóis amarelos, meus castelos, meu mundo. Tão difícil esquecer, já que estás comigo. Aqui e ali. No meu acordar, no meu adormecer. Nos meus sonhos. Em meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te desejo sorte. Boa sorte.&lt;br /&gt;E sigo adiante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-115076376971919249?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/115076376971919249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=115076376971919249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/115076376971919249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/115076376971919249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-entendo.html' title='Even Angels Fall'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-5678077187953004134</id><published>2008-09-13T16:38:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:24:35.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>10 coisas que eu odeio em você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Odeio o modo como você fala comigo,&lt;br /&gt;e o modo como você corta seu cabelo.&lt;br /&gt;Odeio o modo como voce dirige meu carro,&lt;br /&gt;e odeio quando você me encara.&lt;br /&gt;Odeio suas enormes botas de combate,&lt;br /&gt;e o modo como você lê minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;Odeio tanto você que isso me deixa doente,&lt;br /&gt;e até me faz rimar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu odeio o modo como você está sempre certo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu odeio quando você mente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu odeio quando você me faz rir,&lt;br /&gt;e mais ainda quando me faz chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu odeio quando você não está por perto,&lt;br /&gt;e o fato de não me ligar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas mais que tudo,&lt;br /&gt;odeio o fato de não conseguir te odiar nem um pouquinho,&lt;br /&gt;nem por um segundo,&lt;br /&gt;nem mesmo só por te odiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10 Things I Hate About You]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-5678077187953004134?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/5678077187953004134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=5678077187953004134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5678077187953004134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5678077187953004134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-coisas-que-eu-odeio-em-voc.html' title='10 coisas que eu odeio em você'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-2256934585097586073</id><published>2008-09-13T13:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:19:23.852-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruma</title><content type='html'>E já estou com saudade. Saudade da tua voz, das tuas mãos, do teu abraço... Do teu beijo. E se fosse mais fácil? E se fosse diferente? Eu sei que também errei, errei feio. Talvez por medo. De perder, de não saber lidar com meus sentimentos e desejos. Por querer demais. Não sei... E não, eu não sei tudo, como você insiste em dizer... Sei nada não. Não me adianta. Só sei que quando você está perto é tudo tão bom, tão perfeito... Que eu não consigo ficar longe, não consigo ficar triste, não consigo não querer... Saudade já. Saudade sempre. Guardo teu beijo na lembrança. Lembrança boa de se ter. E sim... Eu já escuto os teus sinais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-2256934585097586073?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/2256934585097586073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=2256934585097586073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/2256934585097586073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/2256934585097586073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/09/bruma.html' title='Bruma'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-8478245283948786270</id><published>2008-08-18T10:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:23:54.067-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackbird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blackbird singing in the dead of the night&lt;br /&gt;Take these broken wings and learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;All your life&lt;br /&gt;You were only waiting for this moment to arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird singing in the dead of the night&lt;br /&gt;Take these sunken eyes and learn to see&lt;br /&gt;All your life&lt;br /&gt;You were only waiting for this moment to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly&lt;br /&gt;Into the light of the dark black night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly&lt;br /&gt;Into the light of the dark black night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Lennon / McCartney]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-8478245283948786270?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/8478245283948786270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=8478245283948786270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8478245283948786270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8478245283948786270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/08/blackbird.html' title='Blackbird'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-6091056276509527983</id><published>2008-07-23T09:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:06:52.621-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção Noturna</title><content type='html'>Que os dias passem e você venha com eles. Saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sol. Dias lindos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo³.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida segue. Leve, tranqüila... Feito brisa, que eu tanto amo.&lt;br /&gt;Segue feliz, faceira, descobrindo novos caminhos, conquistando horizontes.&lt;br /&gt;Segue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo beijo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-6091056276509527983?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/6091056276509527983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=6091056276509527983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6091056276509527983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6091056276509527983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/07/cano-noturna.html' title='Canção Noturna'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-5803617343669360854</id><published>2008-07-21T09:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:54:01.947-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Espatódea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha cor&lt;br /&gt;Minha flor&lt;br /&gt;Minha cara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarta estrela&lt;br /&gt;Letras, três&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se o mundo é bão&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele ficou melhor&lt;br /&gt;quando você chegou&lt;br /&gt;E perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;Tem lugar pra mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espatódea&lt;br /&gt;Gineceu&lt;br /&gt;Cor de pólen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sol do dia&lt;br /&gt;Nuvem branca&lt;br /&gt;Sem sardas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se o mundo é bão&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele está melhor&lt;br /&gt;desde que você chegou&lt;br /&gt;E explicou&lt;br /&gt;O mundo pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nando Reis]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-5803617343669360854?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/5803617343669360854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=5803617343669360854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5803617343669360854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5803617343669360854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/07/espatdea.html' title='Espatódea'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-5646631435688158296</id><published>2008-05-02T23:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:43:00.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Versão 2008:</title><content type='html'>- Seguindo meus próprios conselhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Less work. More fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cores. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Saudade. É constante, que se há de fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;O tempo vai passar&lt;br /&gt;E tudo vai entrar&lt;br /&gt;No jeito certo&lt;br /&gt;De nós dois...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bom findi. Beijo beijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-5646631435688158296?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/5646631435688158296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=5646631435688158296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5646631435688158296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5646631435688158296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/05/verso-2008.html' title='Versão 2008:'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-4791595482360760790</id><published>2008-04-21T22:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:37:47.829-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu que não amo você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu que não fumo&lt;br /&gt;Queria um cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Eu que não amo você&lt;br /&gt;Envelheci&lt;br /&gt;Dez anos ou mais&lt;br /&gt;Nesse último mês&lt;br /&gt;Eu que não bebo&lt;br /&gt;Pedi um conhaque&lt;br /&gt;Pra enfrentar o inverno&lt;br /&gt;Que entra pela porta&lt;br /&gt;Que você deixou&lt;br /&gt;Aberta ao sair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Humberto Gessinger]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só prq está frio e lembrei dessa musga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo beijo, boa semana procês!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-4791595482360760790?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/4791595482360760790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=4791595482360760790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4791595482360760790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4791595482360760790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/04/eu-que-no-amo-voc.html' title='Eu que não amo você'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-6662036719709366335</id><published>2008-04-07T22:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:09:04.135-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment In A Million Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A moment in a million years&lt;br /&gt;Is all I've got for you&lt;br /&gt;A moment in a million years&lt;br /&gt;To make some dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;A moment that I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I die&lt;br /&gt;A moment in a million years&lt;br /&gt;Called life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Klaus Meine - Scorpions]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-6662036719709366335?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/6662036719709366335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=6662036719709366335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6662036719709366335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6662036719709366335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/04/moment-in-million-years.html' title='A Moment In A Million Years'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-251520940128944936</id><published>2008-04-07T18:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:49:22.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Modern Girls</title><content type='html'>Você é vício. Me alucina, fascina, encanta. Me corrói por dentro. Toma conta de mim. Faz mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh yes, we're falling down. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-251520940128944936?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/251520940128944936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=251520940128944936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/251520940128944936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/251520940128944936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/04/post-modern-girls.html' title='Post Modern Girls'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-7665015452954858672</id><published>2008-04-03T00:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:29:49.541-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sua</title><content type='html'>Eu só quero que você saiba... Que estou pensando em você... Agora e sempre mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-7665015452954858672?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/7665015452954858672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=7665015452954858672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7665015452954858672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7665015452954858672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/04/eu-s-quero-que-voc-saiba.html' title='A Sua'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-4305311512378273044</id><published>2008-03-26T06:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:20:50.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrato Pra Iaiá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De perto eu não quis ver&lt;br /&gt;que toda a anunciação era vã.&lt;br /&gt;Fui saber tão longe&lt;br /&gt;mesmo você viu antes de mim&lt;br /&gt;que eu te olhando via uma outra mulher.&lt;br /&gt;E agora o que sobrou:&lt;br /&gt;Um filme no close pro fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num retrato-falado eu fichado&lt;br /&gt;exposto em diagnóstico.&lt;br /&gt;Especialistas analisam e sentenciam:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa ser como será.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo posto em seu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Então tentar prever serviu pra eu me enganar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa ser.&lt;br /&gt;Como será.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já posto em meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Num continente ao revés,&lt;br /&gt;em preto e branco, em hotéis.&lt;br /&gt;Numa moldura clara e simples sou aquilo que se vê. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;23. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-4305311512378273044?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/4305311512378273044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=4305311512378273044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4305311512378273044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4305311512378273044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/03/retrato-pra-iai.html' title='Retrato Pra Iaiá'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-1014684201789748189</id><published>2008-03-23T00:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:12:07.634-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You know I'm no good</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Just because Amy inspired me tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A desordem dos fatores nunca alterou o produto...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have some fun!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz pelos amigos... Deveras orgulhosa também.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding through the city on my bike all day... (L)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade... Palavrinha batida.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sunshine. You make me happy. Every day.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-1014684201789748189?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/1014684201789748189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=1014684201789748189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1014684201789748189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/1014684201789748189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-know-im-no-good.html' title='You know I&apos;m no good'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-8357317784582330025</id><published>2008-03-20T19:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:36:44.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bóra votar na Polly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://parisbff.com/people/palalalapolly"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179955591118991346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/R-LmKmDyL_I/AAAAAAAAABc/RAOM5MOqtwQ/s320/polly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Go Polly, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-8357317784582330025?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/8357317784582330025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=8357317784582330025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8357317784582330025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8357317784582330025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/03/bra-votar-na-polly.html' title='Bóra votar na Polly?'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/R-LmKmDyL_I/AAAAAAAAABc/RAOM5MOqtwQ/s72-c/polly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-5557415615140604762</id><published>2008-03-18T18:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:12:43.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida Boa</title><content type='html'>Bem feliz. Mais feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-5557415615140604762?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/5557415615140604762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=5557415615140604762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5557415615140604762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5557415615140604762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/03/vida-boa.html' title='Vida Boa'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-623052247199890286</id><published>2008-02-22T21:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:52:42.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you wonder your own land&lt;br /&gt;But when I think about it&lt;br /&gt;I don't see how you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're aching, you're breaking&lt;br /&gt;And I can see the pain in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Says everybody's changing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little time&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make a move just to stay in the game&lt;br /&gt;I try to stay awake and remember my name&lt;br /&gt;But everybody's changing and I don't feel the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chaplin/Hughes/Rice-Oxley/Sanger)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-623052247199890286?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/623052247199890286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=623052247199890286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/623052247199890286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/623052247199890286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/02/everybodys-changing.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Changing'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-114411850513895367</id><published>2008-02-16T09:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T08:43:01.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida surreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/R7bMNS9oXqI/AAAAAAAAABU/cvtofwZPURc/s1600-h/horizonte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167542151254924962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/R7bMNS9oXqI/AAAAAAAAABU/cvtofwZPURc/s320/horizonte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sair de si, ir além.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta era a proposta, não muito convencional, convenhamos. Além é longe demais.&lt;br /&gt;Além é distante: inatingível, por certo. Além pode ser nada, tarde, vazio, seco.&lt;br /&gt;E pode ser tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estrada vai além, não é mesmo? E que motivo se tem para ficar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além é desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;E somos desbravadores, loucos, crédulos, inocentes. Otários.&lt;br /&gt;Em nosso vocabulário, não cabe a palavra medo.&lt;br /&gt;Tampouco arrependimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vão dizer que a vida é passageira... Mal sabem que têm toda razão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-114411850513895367?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/114411850513895367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=114411850513895367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/114411850513895367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/114411850513895367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2006/04/vida-surreal.html' title='Vida surreal'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/R7bMNS9oXqI/AAAAAAAAABU/cvtofwZPURc/s72-c/horizonte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-5306561735591893535</id><published>2008-02-05T18:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:13:45.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me, show me, show me&lt;br /&gt;How you do that trick&lt;br /&gt;"The one that makes me scream," she said&lt;br /&gt;"The one that makes me laugh," she said&lt;br /&gt;And threw her arms around my neck&lt;br /&gt;Show me how you do it&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you, I promise that&lt;br /&gt;I'll run away with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll run away with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Robert Smith]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-5306561735591893535?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/5306561735591893535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=5306561735591893535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5306561735591893535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5306561735591893535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-like-heaven.html' title='Just like heaven'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-115661062291912143</id><published>2008-02-03T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:10:10.027-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Agridoce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sim, era para ser assim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Era para ser triste e feliz, mais feliz do que triste, era para ser belo. Era para ser confuso. Era para ser amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora?&lt;br /&gt;Agora lá se vão milhas de distância e alguma nostalgia no coração. Saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era para ser assim, sem ser. É amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-115661062291912143?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/115661062291912143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=115661062291912143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/115661062291912143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/115661062291912143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2006/08/agridoce.html' title='Agridoce'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-8954571987196163568</id><published>2008-01-25T08:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:47:17.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'>These are the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the days that I've been missing&lt;br /&gt;Give me the taste give me the joy of summer wine&lt;br /&gt;These are the days that bring new meaning&lt;br /&gt;I feel the stillness of the sun and I feel fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when the nights are closing early&lt;br /&gt;I remember you and I start to smile&lt;br /&gt;Even though now you don't want to know me&lt;br /&gt;I get on by, and I go the extra mile&lt;br /&gt;These are the times of love and meaning&lt;br /&gt;Ice of the heart has melted away and found the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the days of endless dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Troubles of life are floating away like a bird in flight&lt;br /&gt;These are the days&lt;br /&gt;These are the days&lt;br /&gt;These are the days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jamie Cullum]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-8954571987196163568?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/8954571987196163568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=8954571987196163568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8954571987196163568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8954571987196163568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/01/these-are-days.html' title='These are the days'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-706124695488329613</id><published>2008-01-24T22:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:24:41.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/R5k6C2CyUhI/AAAAAAAAABE/nLIySOObtyI/s1600-h/Wishes%2521_01600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159218668670964242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/R5k6C2CyUhI/AAAAAAAAABE/nLIySOObtyI/s320/Wishes%2521_01600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-706124695488329613?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/706124695488329613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=706124695488329613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/706124695488329613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/706124695488329613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/01/magic-kingdom.html' title='Magic Kingdom'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/R5k6C2CyUhI/AAAAAAAAABE/nLIySOObtyI/s72-c/Wishes%2521_01600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-8694268236097293948</id><published>2008-01-23T11:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:41:37.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/R5dN2mCyUfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Meb_RjJcQSk/s1600-h/ledger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158677498496700914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/R5dN2mCyUfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Meb_RjJcQSk/s200/ledger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at that sky, life’s begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nights are warm and the days are young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-8694268236097293948?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/8694268236097293948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=8694268236097293948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8694268236097293948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8694268236097293948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/01/golden-years.html' title='Golden years'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/R5dN2mCyUfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Meb_RjJcQSk/s72-c/ledger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-755805102622344319</id><published>2008-01-19T13:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:40:03.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Semente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cada um transforma em realidade tanto quanto pode seus próprios sonhos"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(La Fontaine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-755805102622344319?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/755805102622344319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=755805102622344319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/755805102622344319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/755805102622344319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/01/semente.html' title='Semente'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-4314955443728881375</id><published>2008-01-16T07:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T07:56:30.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish you were here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in a fish bowl,&lt;br /&gt;Year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground.&lt;br /&gt;What have we found?&lt;br /&gt;The same old fears&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Roger Waters e David Gilmour]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-4314955443728881375?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/4314955443728881375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=4314955443728881375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4314955443728881375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4314955443728881375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/01/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish you were here'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-6069328044260793925</id><published>2008-01-08T14:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T14:53:28.027-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando o arco-íris encontra o pote de ouro</title><content type='html'>É bom estar de volta. É mais do que bom reconhecer tudo e todos a minha volta e ter a certeza de que só posso esperar coisas boas. Sentimentos felizes, bons momentos, confiança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou com muita vontade de voltar a estudar e de viajar. Sei que até tenho estudado bastante, me dedicando ao inglês e buscando aprimorar na prática muita coisa do que aprendi, mas sinto saudade, vai entender. Vá lá: um ano de folga deve ser mais do o suficiente para cansar de descansar... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com estas expectativas tão boas de recomeço, desejo a todos esta inquietude boa que estou sentindo e um certo brilho no olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-6069328044260793925?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/6069328044260793925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=6069328044260793925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6069328044260793925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6069328044260793925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/01/quando-o-arco-ris-encontra-o-pote-de.html' title='Quando o arco-íris encontra o pote de ouro'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-473430996006694804</id><published>2008-01-07T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:35:06.614-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental</title><content type='html'>Hoje é um novo dia de um novo tempo &lt;em&gt;bla bla bla whiskas sachet&lt;/em&gt; (/tdud). Amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-473430996006694804?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/473430996006694804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=473430996006694804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/473430996006694804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/473430996006694804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2008/01/sentimental.html' title='Sentimental'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-6170302771037492644</id><published>2007-12-19T21:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T02:12:59.808-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>Crise de ansiedade. Essa semana que não passa, esses dias que não chegam.&lt;br /&gt;Quero é tirar Férias, férias de verdade. Quero mais é dar um tempo mesmo, repensar a vida, decidir. Longe de tudo o que anda me confundindo as idéias. Longe desse turbilhão de coisas para fazer e perguntas para responder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que venha mais um ano abençoado.&lt;br /&gt;Com aprendizados tão importantes quanto os desse, com alegrias ainda maiores e satisfação: em todos os aspectos da vida, gênero, número e grau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo! Amo³.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-6170302771037492644?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/6170302771037492644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=6170302771037492644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6170302771037492644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6170302771037492644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-8094924446806379208</id><published>2007-12-13T10:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:38:19.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da série: Presentinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.s8.com.br/images/dvds/cover/img9/209229_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i.s8.com.br/images/dvds/cover/img9/209229_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.s8.com.br/images/books/cover/img4/21266154_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i.s8.com.br/images/books/cover/img4/21266154_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/pulp-fiction/pulp-fiction-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/pulp-fiction/pulp-fiction-poster01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://internet.boticario.com.br/Internet/staticFiles/Produtos/ciclos/2007/14_ciclo_2007/14_sabTarsila_220x360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://internet.boticario.com.br/Internet/staticFiles/Produtos/ciclos/2007/14_ciclo_2007/14_sabTarsila_220x360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=] &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-8094924446806379208?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/8094924446806379208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=8094924446806379208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8094924446806379208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8094924446806379208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/12/da-srie-presentinhos.html' title='Da série: Presentinhos'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-9167784212524721828</id><published>2007-12-12T05:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:48:53.731-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arco Arena</title><content type='html'>- Tá. Eu ando numa preguiça sem tamanho. Mas pelo menos um oi, vez em quando, não tira pedaço, néam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oi! Luv you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Semana de confraternizações em geral. E formaturas. And stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Comprei uma bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Saindo, que já estou atrasada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beijomeliga [/TDUD].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- =**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-9167784212524721828?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/9167784212524721828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=9167784212524721828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/9167784212524721828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/9167784212524721828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/12/arco-arena.html' title='Arco Arena'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-6129539327604476898</id><published>2007-12-02T17:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:34:09.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Campeão dos Campeões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.foradualib.com.br/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139475797237862962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/R1MWAeoUkjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C3oS8p-scsY/s200/img_logo_A4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fora. De uma vez por todas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-6129539327604476898?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/6129539327604476898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=6129539327604476898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6129539327604476898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6129539327604476898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/12/campeo-dos-campees.html' title='Campeão dos Campeões'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/R1MWAeoUkjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C3oS8p-scsY/s72-c/img_logo_A4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-3881599019298997433</id><published>2007-11-21T06:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T06:57:06.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-Day</title><content type='html'>É hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quatro anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-3881599019298997433?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-4911786540618838448</id><published>2007-11-10T15:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T16:08:23.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Preguiça</title><content type='html'>Twittando aqui... &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/tarcee"&gt;http://www.twitter.com/tarcee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-4911786540618838448?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/4911786540618838448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=4911786540618838448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4911786540618838448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4911786540618838448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/11/preguia.html' title='Preguiça'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-5979177819679706124</id><published>2007-10-31T18:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T18:53:39.162-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carne e Osso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfeição demais&lt;br /&gt;Me agita os instintos&lt;br /&gt;Quem se diz muito perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Na certa encontrou um jeito&lt;br /&gt;Insosso!&lt;br /&gt;Pra não ser de carne e osso&lt;br /&gt;Pra não ser&lt;br /&gt;Carne e Osso!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Moska e Zélia Duncan]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-5979177819679706124?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/5979177819679706124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=5979177819679706124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5979177819679706124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/portuguese/especial/images/833_beslan/484036_beslan08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só isso&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais jeito&lt;br /&gt;Acabou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boa sorte&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;São só palavras&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu sinto não mudará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar&lt;br /&gt;É demais, é pesado&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim&lt;br /&gt;Irreais&lt;br /&gt;Expectativas desleais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa da Mata e Ben Harper)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-4103087700301561554?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/4103087700301561554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=4103087700301561554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4103087700301561554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4103087700301561554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/10/boa-sorte.html' title='Boa sorte'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-4892399272707032861</id><published>2007-10-01T19:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:33:03.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A montanha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu pudesse, ao menos te contar&lt;br /&gt;o que se enxerga lá do alto&lt;br /&gt;Com céu aberto, limpo e claro ou com os olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse, ao menos, te levar comigo lá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Humberto Gessinger)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você está a meu lado. Tão bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-4892399272707032861?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/4892399272707032861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=4892399272707032861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4892399272707032861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4892399272707032861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/10/se-eu-pudesse-ao-menos-te-contar-o-que.html' title='A montanha'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-250716175098594376</id><published>2007-09-10T22:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:27:03.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um certo alguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me dê a mão&lt;br /&gt;Vem ser a minha estrela&lt;br /&gt;Complicação&lt;br /&gt;Tão facil de entender&lt;br /&gt;Vamos dançar&lt;br /&gt;Luzir a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Pra tudo que eu viver&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-250716175098594376?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/250716175098594376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=250716175098594376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/250716175098594376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/250716175098594376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/09/um-certo-algum.html' title='Um certo alguém'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-8171092924167203864</id><published>2007-09-08T21:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:23:39.381-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inútchel</title><content type='html'>- E já que isso aqui é um blog tudo de bom, lindo a beça, bóra lá mudar um pouco o estilo, já que nem só de literatura, poesia e música vivem os homens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meu sonho de consumo futilidade total flex é uma assinatura da Nova. Só pra saber pra que tanto "sexy" numa capa só. Mais do que na própria. Ô diliça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O último grito Primavera-Verão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/RuNF4E7CKEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KQZzWLiReCw/s1600-h/vanessa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108003232064612418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/RuNF4E7CKEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KQZzWLiReCw/s320/vanessa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Mãe, me empresta a cortina que eu tenho uma party cool pacas tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Já diriam os Menotti e Fabiano: Aqui não!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Ok ok... Que absurdo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Outra coisa linda de se ver, ouvir e curtir é a mais nova music da Brit. Confesso: ela foi, é e éva será minha musa teen pop porcaria. Ela e o Justin Timberlake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;em&gt;She is so lucky, but why does she cry?&lt;br /&gt;If there's nothing missing in her life&lt;br /&gt;Why do tears come at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Amo³ (L) :B&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Post versão rosa-pink new classic décadence. Don't worry, não deve durar muito. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Sem mais, e ao som de Oops!... I Did It Again, me despeço. :* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-8171092924167203864?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/8171092924167203864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=8171092924167203864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8171092924167203864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/8171092924167203864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/09/intchel.html' title='Inútchel'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/RuNF4E7CKEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KQZzWLiReCw/s72-c/vanessa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-4917798539662525897</id><published>2007-09-08T20:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:36:13.731-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Raul perguntou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1- Há quanto tempo você bloga?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oficial e no Requintes: quatro anos em novembro. Antes disso, uma e outra tentativa, para me familiarizar com o brinquedo novo. Na mão de criança, sacomé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2- Como você ficou sabendo da existência dos blogs e se animou a participar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tinha uma revista. Tinha o endereço de um blog lá, não lembro. Aí eu conheci o Sambambaia Psicótica versão Weblogger, mas faz tempo. Sem mais detalhes, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3- Diga cinco blogs que você acompanha diariamente ou com muita frequência.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fer e o Eudi :F. Nas duas últimas semanas, Te dou um dado? Ah, o Max e o Ricardo, do *poracaso, a Fabi e o Andando na Chuva, o Sérgio Faria e o Catarro Verde, SleepBlog e nossa trupe (L), e as Leituras ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4- Você é leitor anônimo de algum blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quaaaase todos. Do Catarro, principalmente. Aquele linkizinho do e-mail me intimida... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5- Alguns autores te despertam especial simpatia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os que me fazem rir, pensar e talz. Tããão bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6- Diga cinco blogueiros que você convidaria para tomar umas geladas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cinco é pouco mas a gente racha a conta, ok? Leituras, bóra lá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7- Diga três blogueiros que você passaria uma noite de loucura sexual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm... Se pá, já é. Tô tímida agora. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8- Você está satisfeito com seu blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certeza. Só deveria blogar mais. Mas tá xuxu beleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9- Escolha entre três e cinco blogueiros para responder este meme.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra minha mãe, pro meu pai e especialmente pra você! E quem quiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiquei sabendo pela &lt;a href="http://www.eudiriaque.com.br/"&gt;Fer&lt;/a&gt;, again. Tá massa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-4917798539662525897?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/4917798539662525897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=4917798539662525897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4917798539662525897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/4917798539662525897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-raul-perguntou.html' title='O Raul perguntou...'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-3937208045449145300</id><published>2007-09-07T22:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:44:35.917-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quer pagar quanto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #cccccc 1px solid; WIDTH: 115px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cccccc 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://images.business-opportunities.biz/blogworth/gw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://requintes.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$6,774.48&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" href="http://www.technorati.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pra dizer que lóviu, Bloguinho. Néva te venderia, tá? :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-3937208045449145300?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/3937208045449145300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=3937208045449145300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3937208045449145300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3937208045449145300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/09/quer-pagar-quanto.html' title='Quer pagar quanto?'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-6278328083308004610</id><published>2007-08-14T18:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:06:19.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>Já volto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-6278328083308004610?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/6278328083308004610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=6278328083308004610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6278328083308004610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6278328083308004610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/08/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-6784758638250278871</id><published>2007-07-31T17:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T17:58:07.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase tudo</title><content type='html'>Ele é o menino dos meus olhos, meu ofício e minha distração. Meu dever, que vem em primeiro lugar, e minha diversão. Ele é um desejo louco de mudar. De ser um pouco mais ingênua, de acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é um pouco de tudo, quase tudo. Ele é um abraço apertado, um sorriso sincero, um olhar apaixonado. Ele é vida. E tudo o que isso significa. Ele é um beijo bem dado, compreensão, cumplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é. E eu, ah... Amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-6784758638250278871?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/6784758638250278871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=6784758638250278871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6784758638250278871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/6784758638250278871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/07/quase-tudo.html' title='Quase tudo'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-3941194205707779050</id><published>2007-07-30T15:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:50:49.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De você sei quase nada&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde vai ou porque veio&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual é a parte da tua estrada&lt;br /&gt;No meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será um atalho&lt;br /&gt;Ou um desvio&lt;br /&gt;Um rio raso&lt;br /&gt;Um passo em falso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um prato fundo&lt;br /&gt;Pra toda fome&lt;br /&gt;Que há no mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo passa como se explica&lt;br /&gt;O amor que fica nessa parada&lt;br /&gt;Amor que chega sem dar aviso&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso saber mais nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Zeca Baleiro]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-3941194205707779050?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/3941194205707779050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=3941194205707779050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3941194205707779050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/3941194205707779050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/07/quase-nada.html' title='Quase nada'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-7728968016358651720</id><published>2007-07-29T01:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:51:27.835-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Volta pra Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa paixão é meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento profundo&lt;br /&gt;Sonho acordado um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Que você vai ligar&lt;br /&gt;O telefone que toca&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo alô sem resposta&lt;br /&gt;Mas não desliga&lt;br /&gt;Escuta o que eu vou te falar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo e vou gritar&lt;br /&gt;Prá todo mundo ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Ter você é meu&lt;br /&gt;Desejo de viver&lt;br /&gt;Sou menino e teu amor&lt;br /&gt;É que me faz crescer&lt;br /&gt;E me entrego, corpo e alma&lt;br /&gt;Pra você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cleberson Horsth - Ricardo Feghali]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tá tá. Show de Cezar Menotti e Fabiano nas Jaraguá. Muuuuuito bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ô meu lindo, que saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nhá, vou voltar a escrever com mais freqüência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Casa nova, vida nova, tuuuuudo novo. De novo. Muuuuuito bom também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beijo, uma ótima semana. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-7728968016358651720?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/7728968016358651720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=7728968016358651720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7728968016358651720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/7728968016358651720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/07/volta-pra-mim.html' title='Volta pra Mim'/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8698674.post-5900421795554442064</id><published>2007-07-08T20:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:25:48.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/letra-e-musica/letra-e-musica-poster02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="^^" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice! Vejam, vejam... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma semana incrível procês... Beijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8698674-5900421795554442064?l=requintes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/feeds/5900421795554442064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8698674&amp;postID=5900421795554442064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5900421795554442064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8698674/posts/default/5900421795554442064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://requintes.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-nice-vejam-vejam.html' title=''/><author><name>tarcee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGdpzJKqvQ8/S387dr7D1hI/AAAAAAAAANc/C5qjpMuV6C8/S220/PIC_002011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
