<?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-5340342779609192293</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:28:15.458-03:00</updated><category term='h'/><title type='text'>"quem é mais sentimental que eu?!"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-6361769513215871904</id><published>2007-12-16T19:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:24:42.181-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;e toda essa saudade?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;toda essa vontade de morrer de amor?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-8393190328756390817</id><published>2007-11-15T07:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T07:42:56.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>puta mundo injusto, meu! ¬¬</title><content type='html'>e agora eu tento fugir do mundo... velha pergunta: pq é q tem q ser assim? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vamos então "cantar" outra esfera da minha vida que não tá tão "pertubada".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Dias de chuva, tão triste, tão bom &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No espelho um recado de batom de uva &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era o fruto feliz da noite passada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você foi embora, acordei e nada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luva e mão, mão e luva &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos passear de guarda-chuva &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mão e luva, luva e mão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nosso encontro parecia perfeição &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos voltar o relógio &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fotografar os segredos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero você como um credo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos nos dar privilégios&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu sol, pingos na calçada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou só chuva e lágrimas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem já antes que anoiteça &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tecer noites e páginas&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mão e Luva, de Pedro Luís]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-8393190328756390817?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/8393190328756390817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=8393190328756390817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/8393190328756390817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/8393190328756390817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/11/puta-mundo-injusto-meu.html' title='puta mundo injusto, meu! ¬¬'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-1154110136993522977</id><published>2007-11-05T21:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:58:58.299-03:00</updated><title type='text'>reset?! big girls don't cry...</title><content type='html'>eu até tento dar reset em muitas coisas e em algumas poucas pessoas, mas nem consigo :(&lt;br /&gt;[vai ver é pq tais pessoas e coisas não deveriam ser "resetadas" :S]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1...&lt;br /&gt;2...&lt;br /&gt;3...&lt;br /&gt;end?!&lt;br /&gt;not at all.&lt;br /&gt;actually: to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The smell of your skin lingers on me now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're probably on your flight back to your hometown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need some shelter of my own protection, baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be with myself in center, clarity, peace, serenity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We got some straightening out to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I've gotta get a move on with my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to be a big girl now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't cry, Don't cry, Don't cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The path that I'm walking, I must go alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must take the baby steps til I'm full grown, full grown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending, do they?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I forseek the dark ahead if I stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a little school mate in the school yard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be your best friend and you'll be mine, valentine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if you want to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'cause I wanna hold yours too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's time for me to go home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's getting late, dark outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Big Girls Don't Cry, by Fergie]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-1154110136993522977?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/1154110136993522977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=1154110136993522977' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1154110136993522977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1154110136993522977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/11/reset-big-girls-dont-cry.html' title='reset?! big girls don&apos;t cry...'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-6427464892233200156</id><published>2007-09-23T14:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T14:35:36.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'>querem te botar feitiço, morena</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Tamborim avisou, cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Violão respondeu, me espera&lt;br /&gt;Cavaquinho atacou, dobrado&lt;br /&gt;Quando o apito chegou, já era.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veio o surdo e bateu, tão forte&lt;br /&gt;Que a cuíca gemeu, de medo&lt;br /&gt;E o pandeiro dançou, que sorte&lt;br /&gt;Fazer samba não é brinquedo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mês de fevereiro, morena,&lt;br /&gt;Carnaval te espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Querem te botar feitiço, morena,&lt;br /&gt;Mas também pudera &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Se ele pega no teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Vai ter gente enlouquecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Querendo entender a tua dança&lt;br /&gt;Querendo saber da tua vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Roberta Sá - Alô, Fevereiro]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-6427464892233200156?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/6427464892233200156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=6427464892233200156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/6427464892233200156'/><link 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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qual é a parte da tua estrada   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No meu caminho  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será um atalho  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou um desvio  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um rio raso  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um passo em falso  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um prato fundo  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra toda fome  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que há no mundo  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noite alta que revele  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um passeio pela pele  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia claro madrugada  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De nós dois não sei mais nada  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se tudo passa como se explica  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor que fica nessa parada  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor que chega sem dar aviso   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é preciso saber mais nada"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeca Baleiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-7715105936429447045?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/7715105936429447045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=7715105936429447045' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/7715105936429447045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/7715105936429447045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/09/quase-nada.html' title='quase nada'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-2778325976790957174</id><published>2007-09-15T15:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T15:20:55.117-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meu leãozinho</title><content type='html'>13 de setembro de 2007: meu sobrinho, Leonardo Feitosa Patrício, nasceu.&lt;br /&gt;e eu simplesmente senti a coisa mais pura, intensa, linda e maravilhosa da minha vida (até então). foi uma emoção fuderosa, inexplicável, indescritível. diferente de tudo que eu já tinha sentido.&lt;br /&gt;ver aquela coisinha indefesa, já tão amada sem você nem saber explicar como e porquê... ainda mais nos braços de uma pessoa que você ama taaanto e que é tão próxima sua. sem comentários. :))~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Gosto muito de te ver, &lt;strong&gt;leãozinho&lt;/strong&gt;, caminhando sob o sol&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito de você, &lt;strong&gt;leãozinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para desentristecer, &lt;strong&gt;leãozinho&lt;/strong&gt;, o meu coração tão só&lt;br /&gt;Basta eu encontrar você no caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um filhote de leão, raio da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Arrastando o meu olhar como um imã&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração é o sol, pai de toda cor&lt;br /&gt;Quando ele lhe doura a pele ao léu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te ver ao sol, &lt;strong&gt;leãozinho&lt;/strong&gt;, de te ver entrar no mar&lt;br /&gt;Tua pele, tua luz, tua juba&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ficar ao sol, &lt;strong&gt;leãozinho&lt;/strong&gt;, de molhar minha juba&lt;br /&gt;De estar perto de você e entrar numa&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;O Leãozinho&lt;/strong&gt;, de Caetano Veloso]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-2778325976790957174?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/2778325976790957174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=2778325976790957174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/2778325976790957174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/2778325976790957174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/09/13-de-setembro-de-2007-meu-sobrinho.html' title='meu leãozinho'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-7066726678469921507</id><published>2007-09-12T15:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T16:12:04.621-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o início, o fim e o meio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Às vezes você me pergunta por que é que eu sou tão calado&lt;br /&gt;Não falo de amor quase nada, nem fico sorrindo ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Você pensa em mim toda hora, me come, me cospe e me deixa&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você não entenda, mas hoje eu vou lhe mostrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sou a luz das estrelas, eu sou a cor do luar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou as coisas da vida, eu sou o medo de amar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o medo do fraco, a força da imaginação&lt;br /&gt;O blefe do jogador, eu sou, eu fui, eu vou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sou o seu sacrifício, a placa de contra-mão&lt;br /&gt;O sangue no olhar do vampiro e as juras de maldição&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a vela que acende, eu sou a luz que se apaga&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a beira do abismo, eu sou o tudo e o nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que você me pergunta? Perguntas não vão lhe mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sou feito da terra, do fogo, da água e do ar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você me tem todo dia mas não sabe se é bom ou ruim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas saiba que eu estou em você mas você não está em mim&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Das telhas eu sou o telhado, a pesca do pescador&lt;br /&gt;A letra A tem meu nome, dos sonhos eu sou o amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a dona de casa, nos pegue-pagues do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a mão do carrasco, sou raso, largo, profundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a mosca da sopa e o dente do tubarão&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou os olhos do cego e a cegueira da visão&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sou o amargo da língua, a mãe, o pai e o avô&lt;br /&gt;O filho que ainda não veio&lt;br /&gt;O início, o fim e o meio&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o início, o fim e o meio"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Gita, de Raul Seixas]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-7066726678469921507?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/7066726678469921507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=7066726678469921507' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/7066726678469921507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/7066726678469921507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-incio-o-fim-e-o-meio.html' title='o início, o fim e o meio'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-1244529804503396133</id><published>2007-09-07T21:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:37:18.968-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hating leaving :~</title><content type='html'>porra de ventos do cfch! eu quero os ventos de maceióóó :~&lt;br /&gt;mto boa a viagem.&lt;br /&gt;mto boas as emoções.&lt;br /&gt;mto foda a intensidade de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;mto bom sentir coisas novas.&lt;br /&gt;mto bom voltar uma pessoa diferente e bem melhor.&lt;br /&gt;mto foda ter de partir :~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm standing here outside your door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the dawn is breaking, it's early morn'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The taxi's waiting, he's blowing his horn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Already I'm so lonesome, I could die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh babe, I hate to go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's so many times I've let you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many times I've played around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but tell him that they don't mean a thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every place I go I think of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every song I sing I'll sing for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I come back, I'll wear your wedding ring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now the time has come to leave you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One more time, oh let me kiss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And close your eyes and I'll be on my way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I won't have to leave alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by the times that I won't have to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Leaving on a Jet Plane]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuderoso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-1244529804503396133?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/1244529804503396133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=1244529804503396133' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1244529804503396133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1244529804503396133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/09/hating-leaving.html' title='hating leaving :~'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-3257878821422572170</id><published>2007-08-31T13:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T14:04:58.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>loving living</title><content type='html'>os velhos e novos ventos do cfch insistem em tentar me descontrolar... em todos os sentidos possíveis! e não é que às vezes conseguem?! hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;tô gostando pra caralho e muito mais dos novos :D mas não, não desprezo os velhos heahaehaehhae ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É só isso, não tem mais jeito&lt;br /&gt;Acabou, boa sorte&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o que dizer, são só palavras&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu sinto não mudará&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar&lt;br /&gt;É demais, é pesado, não há paz&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim&lt;br /&gt;Irreais, expectativas, desleais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's it, there is no way&lt;br /&gt;It's over, good luck&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;It's only words&lt;br /&gt;And what l feel won't change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything you want to give me&lt;br /&gt;It's too much, it's heavy&lt;br /&gt;There is no peace&lt;br /&gt;All you want from me isn't real&lt;br /&gt;Expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo, se segure, quero que se cure &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessa pessoa que o aconselha&lt;br /&gt;Há um desencontro, veja por esse ponto&lt;br /&gt;Há tantas pessoas especiais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now even if you hold yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want you to get cured&lt;br /&gt;From this person who poisoned you&lt;br /&gt;There is a disconnection&lt;br /&gt;See through this point of view&lt;br /&gt;There are so many special people in the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now we're Falling into the night&lt;br /&gt;Um bom encontro é de dois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Vanessa da Mata &amp;amp; Ben Harper - Boa Sorte / Good Luck]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essa música resume tanto... essa música é mto do caralho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loooooving liviiiiiing - vida mto boa =D~&lt;br /&gt;acho q finalmente descarreguei todas as minhas energias negativas aos ventos... só tô com energia carregada mto positiva às sobras ainda \o/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-3257878821422572170?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/3257878821422572170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=3257878821422572170' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/3257878821422572170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/3257878821422572170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/08/loving-living.html' title='loving living'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-5045763771676029477</id><published>2007-08-26T14:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T14:55:29.239-03:00</updated><title type='text'>essa moça tá diferente</title><content type='html'>em um sábado no qual td q vc mais quer é um programinha light, existe coisa melhor do q Livraria Cultura + Cinema + Jantar em Restaurante com seus pais? acho q não... :D&lt;br /&gt;daí poder comprar livros q vc qria mto? além do mais tomando um chocolate quente mais alguns biscoitinhos deliciosos? e depois assistir um filme q vc qria mto e adorá-lo? e ainda comer mto massas e crepes?&lt;br /&gt;ai ai, ô vida chata e ruim... :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Essa moça tá diferente, já não me conhece mais&lt;br /&gt;Está pra lá de pra frente, está me passando pra trás&lt;br /&gt;Essa moça tá decidida a se supermodernizar&lt;br /&gt;Ela só samba escondida, que é pra ninguém reparar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu cultivo rosas e rimas achando que é muito bom&lt;br /&gt;Ela me olha de cima e vai desinventar o som&lt;br /&gt;Faço-lhe um concerto de flauta&lt;br /&gt;E não lhe desperto emoção&lt;br /&gt;Ela quer ver o astronauta descer na televisão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o tempo vai, mas o tempo vem&lt;br /&gt;Ela me desfaz, mas o que é que tem?&lt;br /&gt;Que ela só me guarda despeito&lt;br /&gt;Que ela só me guarda desdém&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo vai, mas o tempo vem&lt;br /&gt;Ela me desfaz, mas o que é que tem?&lt;br /&gt;Se do lado esquerdo do peito&lt;br /&gt;No fundo, ela ainda me quer bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa moça tá diferente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;já não me conhece mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está pra lá de pra frente, está me passando pra trás &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa moça é a tal da janela que eu me cansei de cantar&lt;br /&gt;E agora está só na dela, botando só pra quebrar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Essa Moça Tá Diferente, de Chico Buarque, linda na voz de Roberta Sá]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-5045763771676029477?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/5045763771676029477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=5045763771676029477' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/5045763771676029477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/5045763771676029477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/08/essa-moa-t-diferente.html' title='essa moça tá diferente'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-3973219888540799207</id><published>2007-08-25T16:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:26:31.574-03:00</updated><title type='text'>:~)</title><content type='html'>q show mais liiiiiiindo :~~~~}}&lt;br /&gt;super me realizei, na moral \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"não dá pra não pensar em você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tá cada vez mais difícil não poder te ter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não vão arrancar a vontade que eu tenho aqui no peito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de te amar"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faltou (entre outras, são tantas lindas hehehe):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Quanto tempo vou te ver&lt;br /&gt;Desviando seu olhar, caminhando contra o vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Quantas noites sem dormir,&lt;strong&gt; quantos sonhos pra viver&lt;br /&gt;E onde está seu sentimento?&lt;br /&gt;Cadê você que era assim, de coração grudado em mim?&lt;br /&gt;Cadê você que não está, mas vive em mim, me faz sonhar?&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de você&lt;br /&gt;Que não vem talvez porque não me ama como antes&lt;br /&gt;É dificil aceitar&lt;br /&gt;Eu só penso em te amar, e você, assim distante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cadê você...&lt;br /&gt;Tranco a porta do meu quarto, mas não consigo me esconder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da solidão que vem, não quero ver ninguem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Meu coração só quer você&lt;br /&gt;Cadê você..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=':~)'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-5434024424198686100</id><published>2007-08-22T20:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:25:48.028-03:00</updated><title type='text'>that I would be good...</title><content type='html'>como é q posso adivinhar uma música q vai traduzir meu dia (ou minha noite)?! sei lá, só sei q o post anteriou previu o q eu sentiria. e tô sentindo isso agora. pois é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odeio perder algo. odeio perder o controle q tenho sobre mim mesma. odeio peder o controle da situação. odeio entrar em parafuso. odeio confusões. odeio complicações. odeio qualquer coisa q me faça mal. odeio MTOOOOO qnd alguém q amo me faz mal. e td isso me faz mto mal...&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente n tô aguentando pressões. n tô aguentando nem meus problemas, mto menos os dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;daí vc precisa d alguém. mas n é um alguém qlqlr. é AQUELE alguém. e ele n pode lhe ajudar. ou n ajuda pq n quer. e vc se fode mais ainda.&lt;br /&gt;aprende a se virar sozinha, Laura Patrício. deixa d ser ingênua e achar q as pessoas pras quais vc sempre esteve presente, sempre estarão ali por vc tb. nem td é dádiva. aprenda a dar e n esperar receber em troca. pq vc nem sempre vai receber. e aí o baque é maior. e vc se fode, como tá fudida agora.&lt;br /&gt;mas vai passar, como td na vida passa. especialmente qnd se trata d mim.&lt;br /&gt;só o amor n morre. ou talvez até isso morra, qm sabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Meu coração é uma máquina de escrever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As paixões passam, as canções ficam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os poemas respiram nas prisões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra ler um verso, ouvir, escutar&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração falar, até se calar a pulsação&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração é uma máquina de escrever&lt;br /&gt;No papel da solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Meu coração é da era de Guttemberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu coração se ergue, meu coração é &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma impressão meu coração já era &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando ainda não era a palavra emoção&lt;br /&gt;Mas há palavras no meu coração, letras e sons&lt;br /&gt;Brinquedos e diversões&lt;br /&gt;Que passem as paixões, que fiquem as canções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nos poemas, nos batimentos&lt;br /&gt;Das teclas da máquina de escrever&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração é uma máquina de escrever ilusões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu coração é uma máquina de escrever&lt;br /&gt;É só você bater pra entrar na minha história&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Máquina de Escrever, Pedro Luís e A Parede]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q os novos ventos voltem a tomar conta d mim. estes sim estão sendo bem melhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"don't dream, it's over."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sixpence None The Richer]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-5434024424198686100?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/5434024424198686100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=5434024424198686100' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/5434024424198686100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/5434024424198686100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/08/that-i-would-be-good.html' title='that I would be good...'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-334060528109109703</id><published>2007-08-22T12:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T12:25:14.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parte, Coração!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Parte Coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprende que tua missão nessa vida é sofrer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pobre coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dói no fundo do peito, dizendo que existe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mostrando que insiste em sofrer, em sofrer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chore e bate mais forte e às vezes mais manso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que eu mesmo não canso de me apaixonar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bata e se dê o direito de gostar de alguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que eu dou um jeito de gostar também&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou teu companheiro até no sofrer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas vê se de vez em quando, em vez de chorar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você ri um pouco que é pra compensar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toda essa tristeza que é de nós dois&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Parte Coração, Pedro Luis e A Parede)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show dele com Roberta Sá (Samba de Breque e Outras Bossas - nome do projeto deles) dia 31/08 no teatro da UFPE ;D&lt;br /&gt;estou em êxtaseeee por antecipação \o/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-334060528109109703?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/334060528109109703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=334060528109109703' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/334060528109109703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/334060528109109703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/08/parte-corao.html' title='Parte, Coração!'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-5725841533645801312</id><published>2007-08-19T21:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:47:15.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meu erro</title><content type='html'>meu erro definitivamente não foi a babilônia desse fds... q fds bom do caraaaalho \o/&lt;br /&gt;nada d estudos (preciso mto disso), peso na consciência por causa disso, mas é sempre mto bom farrar desse jeito ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu quis dizer, você não quis escutar&lt;br /&gt;Agora não peça, não me faça promessas&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero te ver nem quero acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que vai ser diferente, que tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;Você diz não saber o que houve de errado&lt;br /&gt;E o meu erro foi crer que estar ao seu lado bastaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ah meu Deus era tudo o que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Eu dizia o seu nome, não me abandone jamais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo querendo eu não vou me enganar&lt;br /&gt;Eu conheço os seus passos, eu vejo os seus erros&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada de novo, ainda somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;Então não me chame, não olhe pra trás"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Meu Erro, Paralamas do Sucesso]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essa música eu canto louca e intensamente do começo ao fim, exceto a parte sem destaque. na moral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-5725841533645801312?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/5725841533645801312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=5725841533645801312' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/5725841533645801312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/5725841533645801312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/08/meu-erro.html' title='meu erro'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-7012367569499667628</id><published>2007-08-18T18:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T18:22:18.141-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ansiosíssima pra sandy &amp; junior \o/</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bye, Bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Resolvi mudar, vou por um fim e tentar te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como pude amar assim, mas sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não me enrole, nem me use&lt;br /&gt;Fique longe, não abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nada vai me convencer, Deus me livre de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decidi vou dar um tempo levantar o meu astral&lt;br /&gt;Meu instinto agora diz que olhar pra cima é um canal&lt;br /&gt;Não me obrigue, que eu não brigo&lt;br /&gt;Não me ligue, eu te ligo&lt;br /&gt;Vou parar meu ego diz, se assim quiser ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Bye, Bye, Me toquei e decidi&lt;br /&gt;Bye, Bye, Demorei mas aprendi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bye, Bye, Só vou amar de novo assim&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém demonstrar o mesmo amor por mim"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-7012367569499667628?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/7012367569499667628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=7012367569499667628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/7012367569499667628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/7012367569499667628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/08/ansiosssima-pra-sandy-junior-o.html' title='ansiosíssima pra sandy &amp; junior \o/'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-1034619590909185248</id><published>2007-08-18T17:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T17:51:27.322-03:00</updated><title type='text'>novos ventos</title><content type='html'>voltas e mais voltas q a sua vida dá...&lt;br /&gt;mas ainda bem q nem sempre ela volta e pára no mesmo lugar. desgasta muuuuito vc cutucar tanto a mesma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;o bom msm é qnd nessas voltas, sua vida pára em lugares novos. ainda mais qnd são bons.&lt;br /&gt;e o maior prazer é saber q estes hão d ser melhores e mais intensos ainda :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-1034619590909185248?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/1034619590909185248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=1034619590909185248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1034619590909185248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1034619590909185248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/08/novos-ventos.html' title='novos ventos'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-5143977493606164304</id><published>2007-08-15T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:36:04.395-03:00</updated><title type='text'>?!</title><content type='html'>calmaria.&lt;br /&gt;ódio intenso.&lt;br /&gt;euforia da mais louca.&lt;br /&gt;calmaria novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e Laura termina o dia achando q foi melhor assim, apesar dos pesares e das ressalvas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-5143977493606164304?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/5143977493606164304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=5143977493606164304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/5143977493606164304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/5143977493606164304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='?!'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-9196921808528814960</id><published>2007-08-13T19:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T19:30:49.832-03:00</updated><title type='text'>venha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  &gt;"eu não sei dizer, o que quer dizer, o que vou dizer&lt;br /&gt;eu amo você, mas não sei o que isso quer dizer&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei porque eu teimo em dizer que amo você&lt;br /&gt;se eu não sei dizer, o que quer dizer, o que vou dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se eu digo pare, você não repare no que possa parecer&lt;br /&gt;se eu digo siga, o que quer que eu diga, você não vai entender&lt;br /&gt;mas se eu digo venha, você traz a lenha pro meu fogo acender"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  &gt;(Lenha, do caralho na voz de Zeca Baleiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  &gt;adooooro ;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='venha...'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-3641201407948626410</id><published>2007-08-12T13:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T13:14:24.749-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='h'/><title type='text'>ê-lê-rê...</title><content type='html'>festa tchô boa a do níver de Lú aqui em João Pessoa, ontem =DD qbrei tudoooo eahheaheahea \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e como foi bom ouvir e cantar a música seguinte, interpretada por Elza Soares - e por mim hahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"mas se eu fosse tu, eu voltava pra mim de novo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de uma coisa fique certa, amor. a porta vai estar sempre aberta, amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;meu olhar vai dar uma festa, amor. na hora em que você chegar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vai naaada! eahheaheaheahehaea :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-3641201407948626410?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/3641201407948626410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=3641201407948626410' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/3641201407948626410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ontem tava num barzinho aqui em João Pessoa. o interessante de lá já começa pelo nome "bebe blues e come jazz" hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;e o melhor é a trilha sonora :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry 'bout anything 'cause&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I've got you under my skin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-7863832927132552163?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/7863832927132552163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=7863832927132552163' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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vadio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem, sem mentir pra você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem, mas vem sem fantasia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que da noite pro dia, você não vai crescer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem, por favor não evites meu amor, meus convites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha dor, meus apelos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou te envolver nos cabelos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem perder-te em meus braços&lt;/strong&gt; pelo amor de Deus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem que eu te quero fraco, vem que eu te quero tolo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vem que eu te quero todo meu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, eu quero te dizer que o instante de te ver custou tanto penar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vou me arrepender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só vim te convencer que eu vim pra não morrer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De tanto te esperar, eu quero te contar das chuvas que apanhei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Das noites que varei no escuro, a te buscar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero te mostrar as marcas que ganhei nas lutas contra o rei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas discussões com Deus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E agora que cheguei, eu quero a recompensa dos carinhos teus.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sem Fantasia, de Chico Buarque - lindo cantado com Maria Bethania]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-7120007019112653899?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-328501498659294963</id><published>2007-08-09T22:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:36:55.279-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ai ai ai...</title><content type='html'>amanheci bem. :D&lt;br /&gt;e estou indo dormir bem tb. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ando tão a flor da pele, que o teu olhar flor na janela me faz morrer...&lt;br /&gt;ando tão a flor da pele, que meu desejo se confunde com a vontade de... nem sei."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-328501498659294963?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/328501498659294963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-3032196112309552068</id><published>2007-08-08T21:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:19:43.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pois é... não deu. deixa assim como está, sereno. [sereno?! ¬¬]</title><content type='html'>na volta pra casa agora a noite, pego no sono, passo direto da parada q é do lado da minha casa, e ao descer - morrendo d medo - tenho q atravessar a ponte da torre p chegar em casa. q blz, hein? ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;mas pq? pq tô exausta. esgotada. n fisicamente. mto mais emocionalmente.&lt;br /&gt;dsd segunda-feira tô stressada pra caralho. e agora, apesar d ainda meio atacada do juízo, o stress tá indo embora.&lt;br /&gt;apesar d eu estar meio mal, estou aliviada. é foda tomar uma decisão, ainda mais qnd vc qria n ter q tomar tal decisão. mas vc toma. e aí vem aquele vazio chato. daí vc espera q isso passe. e eu sei q vai passar. há d passar. espero q logo.&lt;br /&gt;Laurão tb há d voltar a ser Laurão... tão bem e tão equilibrada como tem sido por bons e proveitosos meses :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;In my place, in my place,&lt;br /&gt;were lines that I couldn't change,&lt;br /&gt;I was lost, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and I was lost, I was lost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how long must you wait for it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how long must you pay for it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how long must you wait for it?&lt;br /&gt;Oh for it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was scared, I was scared,&lt;br /&gt;tired and under prepared,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I´ll wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;And if you go, if you go,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;leave me down here on my own,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;then I'll wait for you, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing it please, please, please,&lt;br /&gt;come back and sing to me,&lt;br /&gt;to me, me.&lt;br /&gt;Come on and sing it out, now, now.&lt;br /&gt;Come on and sing it out, to me, me&lt;br /&gt;come back and sing.&lt;br /&gt;(...)."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In My Place, de Coldplay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, no more waiting... I hope that finally I'll be "back" again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-3032196112309552068?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/3032196112309552068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=3032196112309552068' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/3032196112309552068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/3032196112309552068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/08/pois-no-deu-deixa-assim-como-est-sereno.html' title='pois é... não deu. deixa assim como está, sereno. [sereno?! ¬¬]'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-1563306971571381336</id><published>2007-08-08T00:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T00:25:29.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tá FODAAAAAAA :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paz, eu quero paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Já me cansei de ser a última a saber de ti&lt;br /&gt;Se todo mundo sabe quem te faz chegar mais tarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu já cansei de imaginar você com ela&lt;br /&gt;Diz pra mim se vale à pena, amor&lt;br /&gt;A gente ria tanto desses nossos desencontros &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas você passou do ponto&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu já não sei mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero paz&lt;br /&gt;Quero dançar com outro par pra variar, amor&lt;/em&gt; [quero?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não dá mais pra fingir que ainda não vi as cicatrizes que ela fez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se desta vez ela é senhora deste amor&lt;br /&gt;Pois vá embora, por favor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [vá?! :SSS sei lá...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não demora pra essa dor sangrar&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A Outra, de Marcelo Camelo - Los Hermanos]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só essa banda mesmo pra me acalmar ou me enloquecer mais ainda...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-1563306971571381336?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/1563306971571381336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=1563306971571381336' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1563306971571381336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1563306971571381336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/08/t-fodaaaaaaa.html' title='tá FODAAAAAAA :('/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-1194392095612654596</id><published>2007-08-07T13:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T13:25:57.302-03:00</updated><title type='text'>um passo pra trás?! pq será?! vou pensar...</title><content type='html'>a little bit better, eu diria... :))&lt;br /&gt;apesar de dúvidas e mais dúvidas. :S&lt;br /&gt;após ir dormir puta da vida, estressadíssima; e acordar com uma dor de cabeça fdp q n me deixou nem msm me levantar... dps de algum tempo, levanto-me, bem mais tranqüila. vai entender minha bendita inconstância q espero q n volte a fazer parte de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Posso ouvir o vento passar, assistir a onda bater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o estrago que faz, a vida é curta pra ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Eu pensei que quando eu morrer&lt;br /&gt;Vou acordar para o tempo e para o tempo parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um século, um mês; Três vidas e mais&lt;br /&gt;Um passo pra trás? Por que será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou pensar&lt;br /&gt;Como pode alguém sonhar, o que é impossível saber&lt;br /&gt;Não te dizer o que eu penso já é pensar em dizer&lt;br /&gt;Isso eu vi, o vento leva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Não sei mas sinto que é como sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Que o esforço pra lembrar é a vontade de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;E isso por que? (diz mais)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se a gente já não sabe mais&lt;br /&gt;Rir um do outro meu bem, então o que resta é chorar&lt;br /&gt;E talvez se tem que durar&lt;br /&gt;Vem renascido o amor bento de lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Um século, três; se as vidas atrás são parte de nós&lt;br /&gt;E como será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O vento vai dizer lento que virá&lt;br /&gt;E se chover demais, a gente vai saber,&lt;br /&gt;Claro de um trovão, se alguém depois sorrir em paz&lt;br /&gt;(Só de encontrar...)&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[O Vento, de Rodrigo Amarante - Los Hermanos]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-1194392095612654596?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/1194392095612654596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=1194392095612654596' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1194392095612654596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1194392095612654596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/08/um-passo-pra-trs-pq-ser-vou-pensar.html' title='um passo pra trás?! pq será?! vou pensar...'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-1318201320729312834</id><published>2007-08-06T21:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:57:24.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Me dê uma cachaça, me dê uma cachaça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tou amargo demais, pra beber cerveja&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ora veja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem não gosta de fumaça, minha querida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não entende de bebida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nessa vida, e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;u já caí na desgraça"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eddie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pqp, como é q eu consigo perder totalmente a paciência em 2 minutos, hein? puta merda, eu tô mto de saco cheio msm! q vontade d gritar loucamente e mandar td mundo tomar no **... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ao invés da galera tentar lhe dar uma trégua por vc estar (qse) sempre d bom humor e/ou tratando (qse) todo mundo "bem", a galera n entende se vc se stressa... q ódiooooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-1318201320729312834?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/1318201320729312834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=1318201320729312834' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1318201320729312834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1318201320729312834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/08/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-1773159253699829531</id><published>2007-08-06T21:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:08:33.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o bom é ser feliz e mais nada...</title><content type='html'>que final de semana massa... shows muuuuito bons... uma vontade de viver... viver bem pra caralho...&lt;br /&gt;aí vem a segunda-feira fdp encher seu saco e atrapalhar seus planos. mermão, o fato de certas coisas não sairem do jeito que planejei me irrita muuuito. ô abuso. mas é issaê, Laura, deixa de ser mimada pq vc definitivamente não tem o mundo a seus pés.&lt;br /&gt;e porra nenhuma, bora brincar de ser feliz anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se você pensa que vai fazer de mim&lt;br /&gt;O que faz com todo mundo que te ama&lt;br /&gt;Acho bom saber que pra ficar comigo vai ter que mudar&lt;br /&gt;Você tem a vida inteira pra viver&lt;br /&gt;E saber o que é bom e o que é ruim&lt;br /&gt;Acho bom pensar depressa e escolher antes do fim&lt;br /&gt;Daqui pra frente, tudo vai ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que aprender a ser gente&lt;br /&gt;O teu orgulho não vale nada&lt;br /&gt;Você não sabe nem nunca procurou saber&lt;br /&gt;Que quando a gente ama pra valer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O bom é ser feliz e mais nada&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Se você pensa, de Roberto Carlos e Erasmo Carlos]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Rey foi massa mas n o melhor show do fds, sendo q essa música merece estar aqui hj...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-1773159253699829531?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/1773159253699829531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=1773159253699829531' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1773159253699829531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1773159253699829531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-bom-ser-feliz-e-mais-nada.html' title='o bom é ser feliz e mais nada...'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-5248701622397657858</id><published>2007-08-03T21:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T21:41:18.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tu vens, tu vens... eu já escuto os teus sinais</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Na bruma leve das paixões que vêm de dentro  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu vens chegando pra brincar no meu quintal  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No teu cavalo peito nu, cabelo ao vento  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o sol quarando nossas roupas no varal  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu vens, tu vens  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu já escuto os teus sinais  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A voz do anjo sussurrou no meu ouvido  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu não duvido,  já escuto os teus sinais  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tu virias numa manhã de domingo  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te anuncio nos sinos das catedrais"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Anunciação, de Alceu Valença]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero mtooo q MONOBLOCO toque isso amanhã \o/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-5248701622397657858?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/5248701622397657858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-6770271412671907520</id><published>2007-08-02T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:56:09.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'>voltas e mais voltas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"How I wish, how I wish you were here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running over the same old ground.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have we found? The same old fears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish you were here&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pink Floyd]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois é... :}}~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-6770271412671907520?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/6770271412671907520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=6770271412671907520' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/6770271412671907520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/6770271412671907520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/08/voltas-e-mais-voltas.html' title='voltas e mais voltas...'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-1144805572652570150</id><published>2007-07-29T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T14:34:39.532-03:00</updated><title type='text'>definitly no such thing... as long as I'm alive</title><content type='html'>No Such Thing&lt;br /&gt;[John Mayer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"welcome to the real world" she said to me condescendingly&lt;br /&gt;"take a seat, take your life, plot it out in black and white"&lt;br /&gt;well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings and the drama queens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd like to think the best of me is still hiding up my sleeve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they love to tell you "stay inside the lines" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but something's better on the other side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to run through the halls of my high school&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;I just found out there's no such thing as the real world&lt;br /&gt;just a lie you've got to rise above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so the good boys and girls take the so-called right track&lt;br /&gt;faded white hats grabbing credits, maybe transfers&lt;br /&gt;they read all the books but they can't find the answers&lt;br /&gt;all of our parents, they're getting older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if they've wished for anything better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;while in their memories, tiny tragedies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I am invincible, I am invincible, I am invincible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as long as I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for my ten year reunion&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna bust down the double doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and when I stand on these tables before you&lt;br /&gt;you will know what all this time was for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-1144805572652570150?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/1144805572652570150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=1144805572652570150' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1144805572652570150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/1144805572652570150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/07/definitly-no-such-thing-as-long-as-im.html' title='definitly no such thing... as long as I&apos;m alive'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-8360726895366400741</id><published>2007-07-28T19:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T19:15:25.888-03:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderwall</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;But you never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are many things that I'd like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all, you're my wonderwall"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;[Oasis]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='wonderwall'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-3187486855819400751</id><published>2007-07-28T15:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T15:28:36.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>de novo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;(Nando Reis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E agora, o que eu vou fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Se os seus lábios ainda estão molhando os lábios meus?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as lágrimas não secaram com o sol que fez?&lt;br /&gt;E agora como posso te esquecer?&lt;br /&gt;Se o seu cheiro ainda está no travesseiro?&lt;br /&gt;E o seu cabelo está enrolado no meu peito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que o tempo passe, espero que a semana acabe&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu possa te ver de novo&lt;br /&gt;Espero que o tempo voe, para que você retorne&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu possa te abraçar e te beijar de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;E agora, como eu passo sem te ver?&lt;br /&gt;Se o seu nome está gravado no meu braço como um selo?&lt;br /&gt;Nossos nomes que tem o N como um elo&lt;br /&gt;E agora como posso te perder?&lt;br /&gt;Se o teu corpo ainda guarda o meu prazer?&lt;br /&gt;E o meu corpo está moldado com o teu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[que show liiiiiiiiindo o de Nando Reis fds passado...]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-3187486855819400751?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/3187486855819400751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=3187486855819400751' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/3187486855819400751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/3187486855819400751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='de novo...'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-8860484578982615560</id><published>2007-07-27T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:46:53.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a sorrir eu pretendo levar a vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A sorrir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu pretendo levar a vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois chorando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vi a mocidade perdida."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cartola]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mto bom ter amigos tão bons :)))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-8860484578982615560?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-5591351617118708113</id><published>2007-07-27T23:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:44:26.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a intimidade é uma merda</title><content type='html'>tava pensando nisso hoje na casa de Taty...&lt;br /&gt;pra começar: tarde boa, descontraída, q fez bem pra nós duas :)) tínhamos a pretensão de estudar, mas mais conversamos e vimos dvd e comemos do q qlqr outra coisa. e valeu mto a pena, a gnt tava precisando disso. essa rotina da gnt tá pesada e cansativa :T&lt;br /&gt;pq a intimidade é uma merda? pq na primeira vez q vou pra casa dessa minha amiga, sinto-me como se já freqüentasse a mesma há tempos. me senti super a vontde, comendo q nem uma louca, colocando os pés no centro da mesa etc e tal. porra, mto bom isso, né? \o/&lt;br /&gt;uma das provas de q a pessoa de fato é sua amiga, creio eu :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-5591351617118708113?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/5591351617118708113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=5591351617118708113' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/5591351617118708113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5340342779609192293/posts/default/5591351617118708113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/2007/07/intimidade-uma-merda.html' title='a intimidade é uma merda'/><author><name>Laurão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05423757972723043809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-8774273189485059113</id><published>2007-07-26T23:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:58:01.987-03:00</updated><title type='text'>deixa assim ficar subentendido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu gosto tanto de você que até prefiro esconder, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixo assim ficar subentendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Como uma idéia que existe na cabeça e não tem a menor obrigação de acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho tão bonito isso de ser abstrato, baby, a beleza é mesmo tão fugaz&lt;br /&gt;É uma &lt;strong&gt;idéia que existe na cabeça e não tem a menor pretensão de acontecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode até parecer fraqueza&lt;/strong&gt;, pois que seja fraqueza então&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A alegria que me dá, isso vai sem eu dizer&lt;br /&gt;Se amanhã não for nada disso, caberá só a mim esquecer&lt;br /&gt;O que eu ganho, o que eu perco, ninguém precisa saber&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;[Lulu Santos - Apenas Mais Uma de Amor]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tô ouvindo e adorando ouvir, só ouvir, sem nem cantar, mesmo sabendo a letra de cor ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-8774273189485059113?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/8774273189485059113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5340342779609192293.post-6156078217267350418</id><published>2007-07-26T23:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:43:21.351-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a volta dos que não foram...</title><content type='html'>nem sei pq tô fazendo esse blog, após uma tentativa de poucos meses no início de 2003. era massa, eu escrevia mto, tudo q acontecia comigo, como em um diário mesmo. mas pq passei um período sem ter tempo pra escrever, n consegui voltar, por ter mto pra contar mas mto pouca paciência pra escrever tanto.&lt;br /&gt;daí há alguns dias tenho sentido vontade de escrever... n poesias, nem coisas bonitas, nem coisas enigmáticas e/ou inteligentes, nem nada do tipo. até pq n tenho o menor jeito nem dom pra isso. apenas escrever sobre mim mesma. escrever claramente, sem frescura nem mistério, pq é assim q sou. n tenho qse nd a esconder... pra me conhecer, basta conversar bastante cmg e sair um dia pra farrar bem mto cmg tb :D&lt;br /&gt;sempre penso em alguma música que reflete mto o q acho q sou ou o q estou sentindo no dia, e às vezes n basta expor os trechos das músicas apenas no meu nick do msn ou no 'about me' do meu orkut. qse todo dia vem algo novo... e geralmente é mto ou significa mto pra se reduzir a uma frase feita no msn ou no orkut. recorri a este blog pra expor os trechos de músicas que me refletem e me traduzem. às vezes nem qr dizer nd em relação a mim, pode ser simplesmente uma música q me faça sentir coisas intensas, boas ou ruins.&lt;br /&gt;música é mta coisa pra mim... me lembra mto pessoas e histórias inesquecíveis, e me traz as mais nobres e loucas e intensas sensações. me faz pensar mto sobre como sou, em td q faço e em todas as pessoas q fazem parte da mainha vida. é mto foda e mto bom, velho! \o/ vai ver é por isso q a primeira coisa q faço qnd chego em casa é ligar o som na maior altura possível... até msm dormir eu só conseguia qnd ouvia música. acontece q comecei a ficar mto inquieta, e as músicas passaram a fazer virem mil pensamentos à minha cabeça, e eu não mais relaxar ao ouvir música antes d dormir; mas sim adquirir mil e uma dúvidas e coisinhas pra me pertubarem durante a noite, sem me deixar dormir direito, ou demorando mto para tal. escuto mto música o dia todo e agora desligo pra dormir, então.&lt;br /&gt;tenho chegado em casa mto cansada ultimamente, tanto q nem tenho estudado... e tb tenho estado mto cheio das "doenças" desde a semana passada. isso ajuda mto a piorar (q contradição) e a chegar em casa mais acabada ainda. nem sei de onde tô tirando forças pra escrever tanto, acho q é a necessidade minha d estar sempre falando. pq, pqp, eu falo p caraaalho! aehahehaehae :PPP&lt;br /&gt;qnt às doenças, tenho aceitado a hipótese de uma amiga de q o problema está em eu ser confessionário de todos e assim ficar mto carregada de energia negativa e coisas ruins, pq todos depositam seus problemas em mim e eu n consigo ficar imune nem mto menos indiferente a isso. n q eu ache ruim, eu acho mto boas minhas amizades, e estilaria gostoso é se parassem de me falar as coisas. n tem coisa q me dxe pior do q saber q um amigo precisou d mim e eu n tava lá, na moral. vcs vão perceber por aqui q minhas amizades e minha família são tuuudo p mim :DD&lt;br /&gt;n tem boyzinho q substitua isso... qm me "conquistar" vai ter q rebolar mtooo p atingir esse nível, a n ser q já seja meu amigo, pq passar desse nível n passa nem fudendo (literalmente! hahaha)... n, por mais q possa parecer, eu n tenho grilo nenhuuum por estar solteira. até pq solteira sim, sozinha nunca (já diziam as galerosas solteiras do mundo aeheahaehahe). mas na moral, tô mto bem só, e só tô pq nunca consegui me apaixonar d verdade. minha auto-estima está longe de se afetar por isso, até pq nem tem pq ;D&lt;br /&gt;caralho, só nesse post deu pra sacar mto de mim, na moral. vai ser escroto eu ler isso daqui a um tempo... e é pra isso q tô fazendo esse blog. mto mais pra mim do q pra qlqr um outro. adoooro ler meus diários antigos. me arrependo profundamente de ter apagado meu blog de 2003 :/&lt;br /&gt;nem pretendo divulgar essa budega. vou mostrar pra qm tiver afim e pra qm eu comentar nos blogs, pronto. lê e tem paciência pra ler quem quiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é issaê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ah, pode crer q sou mtoooo fã de Los Hermanos. amo mto mto mto mto :D é definitavemente a melhor banda do Brasil \o/ por isso o título em sua "homenagem". até pq diz mto sobre mim tb :}}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e, em homenagem ao q tô ouvindo e ao q adoro cantar em alto e bom som - essa música é perfeita pra isso hahahaha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Olha, da primeira vez que eu estive aqui, foi pra me distrair, eu vim em busca de amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olha, foi então que eu te conheci, naquela noite fria nos seus braços os problemas esqueci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olha, na segunda vez que eu estive aqui, &lt;strong&gt;já não foi pra me distrair, eu senti saudades de você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olha, &lt;strong&gt;eu precisei dos seus carinhos,&lt;/strong&gt; eu me sentia tão sozinho e já não podia mais te esquecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vou tirar você desse lugar, &lt;strong&gt;eu vou levar você pra ficar comigo, e não me interessa o que os outros vão pensar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sei, que você tem medo de não dar certo, acha que o passado vai estar sempre perto e que um dia eu vou me arrepender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu, quero que você não pense nada triste, &lt;/strong&gt;porque quando o amor existe,&lt;strong&gt; o que não existe é tempo pra sofrer&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu Vou Tirar Você Desse Lugar - um brega cantado por Los Hermanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pode crer q embora pareça, eu n fui procurar "amor" nenhum em bordel... presta atenção que essa música até que pode ser aplicada a outro contexto tb, n necessariamente algum q se aplique a mim hahaha ;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjos, boa noite, Laurãããão - super de bem com a vida :} isso é tão bom \o/ nunca estive tão bem por tanto tempo =DDD~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5340342779609192293-6156078217267350418?l=mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundotchobomdelaurao.blogspot.com/feeds/6156078217267350418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5340342779609192293&amp;postID=6156078217267350418' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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