<?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-8530961</id><updated>2011-11-27T22:06:02.862-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ter futuro é luxo</title><subtitle type='html'>é hora de voltar aos bons tempos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-817520256806083803</id><published>2011-08-30T01:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:01:41.418-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;eu, com medo de fazer alguém sofrer, fui o que ficou de coração partido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-817520256806083803?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/817520256806083803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=817520256806083803' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/817520256806083803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/817520256806083803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/08/eu-com-medo-de-fazer-alguem-sofrer-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-436680938086583254</id><published>2011-08-16T01:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T01:31:34.415-03:00</updated><title type='text'>unhappy anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xf6HRqweHc0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"Unhappy Anniversary it's one year since we split&lt;br /&gt;I walk and talk and get around, lie down, stand up and sit&lt;br /&gt;I eat and drink and smoke and sleep, live a little bit&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy Anniversary I can not count the days&lt;br /&gt;And nights that I have thought of you&lt;br /&gt;Since we went separate ways"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-436680938086583254?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/436680938086583254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=436680938086583254' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/436680938086583254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/436680938086583254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/08/unhappy-anniversary.html' title='unhappy anniversary'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Xf6HRqweHc0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-658823913933558925</id><published>2011-07-15T02:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T02:39:35.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o telefone tocou no meio da madrugada e, como suspeitava, era só a vida confirmando que é uma merda.&lt;br /&gt;pra eu, pra tu, pra ele. ninguém escapa dela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-658823913933558925?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/658823913933558925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=658823913933558925' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/658823913933558925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/658823913933558925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-telefone-tocou-no-meio-da-madrugada-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-2682431866853041433</id><published>2011-07-07T00:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T00:51:46.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>brenda e nate me lembram que eu tenho assuntos inacabados. daqueles que precisam ser falados por horas pra tentar esgotar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-2682431866853041433?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2682431866853041433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-1707320286075273235</id><published>2011-06-14T01:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:09:38.491-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho andado triste com tanta gente que as vezes penso em desistir delas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-1707320286075273235?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1707320286075273235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=1707320286075273235' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1707320286075273235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1707320286075273235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/06/tenho-andado-triste-com-tanta-gente-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-8086359855320224010</id><published>2011-05-09T21:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:00:52.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a gente chora na frente da tv e no cinema pra conseguir rir na (e da) vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-8086359855320224010?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8086359855320224010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=8086359855320224010' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/8086359855320224010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/8086359855320224010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/05/gente-chora-na-frente-da-tv-e-no-cinema.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-3568291496901842128</id><published>2011-05-02T02:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T02:14:34.535-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e a dificuldade de se entregar de novo. de confiar. de se permitir sentir falta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-3568291496901842128?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-3934477157991065979</id><published>2011-04-05T00:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T00:07:02.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"last thing i remember, things were getting better..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-3934477157991065979?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3934477157991065979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=3934477157991065979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/3934477157991065979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/3934477157991065979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-thing-i-remember-things-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-422646314148539818</id><published>2011-04-03T23:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:55:45.834-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu queria que aquele "you made my day" really meant. &lt;br /&gt;mesmo que numa ligação, a 9 mil km de distância...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque quem liga pras coisas práticas da vida, quando a gente gosta do estrago, né?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-422646314148539818?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/422646314148539818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=422646314148539818' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/422646314148539818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/422646314148539818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-queria-que-aquele-you-made-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-1324148490577258997</id><published>2011-04-02T01:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T01:09:42.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a gente é diferente e ela não sabe nem de 10% do que acontece na minha vida, mas - nesse momento - eu queria muito o colo, o carinho, a comida da minha mãe.&lt;br /&gt;porque tem seguranças na vida que só ela consegue me dar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-1324148490577258997?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1324148490577258997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=1324148490577258997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1324148490577258997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1324148490577258997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/04/gente-e-diferente-e-ela-nao-sabe-nem-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-5991837344419050864</id><published>2011-03-17T23:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:53:39.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"she's so lucky&lt;br /&gt;she's a star&lt;br /&gt;but she cries, cries, cries &lt;br /&gt;in her lonely heart thinking&lt;br /&gt;if there's nothing missing in my life, so why do these tears come at night?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-5991837344419050864?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5991837344419050864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=5991837344419050864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5991837344419050864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5991837344419050864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/03/shes-so-lucky-shes-star-but-she-cries.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-444565282439172792</id><published>2011-03-17T23:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:51:57.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It might have been a while &lt;br /&gt;Since you've been loved &lt;br /&gt;By one who really loves you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might have been a while &lt;br /&gt;Since you could trust &lt;br /&gt;That someone really cares &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people like us &lt;br /&gt;Meant to go 'round in pairs"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-444565282439172792?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/444565282439172792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=444565282439172792' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/444565282439172792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/444565282439172792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-might-have-been-while-since-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-4203226809844237605</id><published>2011-03-17T23:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:34:37.462-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e se eu fizer uma declaração de felicidade será que todo carinho e preocupação vai embora?&lt;br /&gt;não vou arriscar descobrir. é cômodo ser mimado assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-4203226809844237605?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4203226809844237605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=4203226809844237605' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/4203226809844237605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/4203226809844237605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-se-eu-fizer-uma-declaracao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-7276840100492803071</id><published>2011-03-10T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T00:02:09.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, what a shame that your pockets did bleed on St.Valentine’s &lt;br /&gt;And you sat in a chair thinking: &lt;br /&gt;“Boy, I’m such a prince!” &lt;br /&gt;Well life’s a train that goes from February on day by day &lt;br /&gt;But it’s making a stop on April first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-7276840100492803071?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7276840100492803071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=7276840100492803071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/7276840100492803071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/7276840100492803071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-what-shame-that-your-pockets-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-2177518924686064928</id><published>2011-02-27T23:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:16:19.509-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caralho, fazia tempo que eu não me sentia tão azarado.&lt;br /&gt;e tão sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tá tudo dando errado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-2177518924686064928?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2177518924686064928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=2177518924686064928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/2177518924686064928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/2177518924686064928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/02/caralho-fazia-tempo-que-eu-nao-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-2553677293789333610</id><published>2011-02-26T12:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T12:15:48.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seus fantasmas estão soltos por ai.&lt;br /&gt;até dentro do ônibus, cruzando seu carro, numa sexta-feira à noite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-2553677293789333610?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2553677293789333610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=2553677293789333610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/2553677293789333610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/2553677293789333610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/02/seus-fantasmas-estao-soltos-por-ai.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-2757696526749465428</id><published>2011-02-24T01:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T01:13:09.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dói tentar ser perfeito o tempo todo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-2757696526749465428?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-4029399580604181492</id><published>2011-02-23T01:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T01:36:34.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tranformar dates em sessões de terapia? pergunte-me como.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-4029399580604181492?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4029399580604181492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=4029399580604181492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sem coragem de enfrentar mais uma semana assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-116228768516674097?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/116228768516674097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=116228768516674097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/116228768516674097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/116228768516674097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/02/acordei-cedo-sem-querer-sair-da-cama.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-6450521907375181392</id><published>2011-02-14T18:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:48:53.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aconteceu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-6450521907375181392?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6450521907375181392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=6450521907375181392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/6450521907375181392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/6450521907375181392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/02/aconteceu.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-5611322738258359402</id><published>2011-02-12T22:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:08:43.952-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isso não tá certo!&lt;br /&gt;Durante muito tempo era fácil ser feliz; agora, requer um esforço tão grande...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ser feliz me esmaga mais do que simplesmente let it go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-5611322738258359402?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5611322738258359402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=5611322738258359402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5611322738258359402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5611322738258359402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/02/isso-nao-ta-certo-durante-muito-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-2629376497550579137</id><published>2011-02-10T00:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:49:13.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ele não era o mais bonito nem o mais inteligente, mas algo nele me mantinha por perto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-2629376497550579137?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2629376497550579137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=2629376497550579137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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sabe?&lt;br /&gt;e só esperar que as coisas caiam do céu; mas falta ar só de pensar em viver a vida assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-8808104722209842538?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8808104722209842538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=8808104722209842538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/8808104722209842538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/8808104722209842538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-tao-dificil-que-eu-penso-em-desistir.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-5280733990274881106</id><published>2011-02-04T07:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T07:33:50.027-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Voce estava certo o tempo todo; voce so me faz mal, mesmo se nao quiser.&lt;br /&gt;Eu que nao queria acreditar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-5280733990274881106?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5280733990274881106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=5280733990274881106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5280733990274881106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5280733990274881106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-estava-certo-o-tempo-todo-voce-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-2616354680138179661</id><published>2011-01-31T20:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:29:01.305-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>você falou que era sono, mas eu preferi acreditar que os sad blue eyes eram de alguém em urgência de carinho.&lt;br /&gt;era pra ser casual e eu me apeguei.&lt;br /&gt;em uma hora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-2616354680138179661?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2616354680138179661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=2616354680138179661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/2616354680138179661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/2616354680138179661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/01/voce-falou-que-era-sono-mas-eu-preferi.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-3161490452392692121</id><published>2011-01-25T22:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:24:53.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"And I need you now somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open fire on the needs designed&lt;br /&gt;On my knees for you&lt;br /&gt;Open fire on my knees desires&lt;br /&gt;What I need from you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-3161490452392692121?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3161490452392692121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=3161490452392692121' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/3161490452392692121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/3161490452392692121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-i-need-you-now-somehow-open-fire-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-4101477701524956599</id><published>2011-01-23T12:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T12:16:22.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'>da não fuga</title><content type='html'>quando a vida não tá dando muito certo, não tem muita escolha. &lt;br /&gt;você fica parado por um tempo, deixando doer, deixando chorar. e muita gente, antes próxima, continua. alguns poucos esperam o dia em que você consegue voltar a caminhar.&lt;br /&gt;e dai você pode pirar, fazer coisas que nunca fez, ir pra lugares que nunca foi. e fugir; esse novo mundo que você descobre não tem nenhuma dor ainda. e parece confortávell&lt;br /&gt;outros decidem continuar. igual. gostando das mesmas músicas, dos mesmos filmes. dos mesmos amigos. do mesmo passado que gostariam que fosse presente e futuro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-4101477701524956599?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4101477701524956599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=4101477701524956599' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/4101477701524956599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/4101477701524956599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/01/da-nao-fuga.html' title='da não fuga'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-58554818500860162</id><published>2011-01-20T11:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T11:04:56.617-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É só saudade e dói como a falta do que respirar. É só saudade, acredita Emanuel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-58554818500860162?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/58554818500860162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=58554818500860162' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/58554818500860162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/58554818500860162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-so-saudade-e-doi-como-falta-do-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-5486442587829508111</id><published>2011-01-07T01:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T01:44:16.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;do dia em que a vida virou o rosto e ofereceu apenas um beijo na bochecha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-5486442587829508111?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5486442587829508111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=5486442587829508111' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5486442587829508111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5486442587829508111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-dia-em-que-vida-virou-o-rosto-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-6464986929320196395</id><published>2011-01-04T01:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T01:20:44.019-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;primeira meta para 2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;sair de são paulo pelo menos uma vez por mês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;planos pra janeiro, fevereiro e março: checked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-6464986929320196395?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6464986929320196395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=6464986929320196395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/6464986929320196395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/6464986929320196395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2011/01/primeira-meta-para-2011-sair-de-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-295161103127682576</id><published>2010-12-31T01:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:30:47.751-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;e quando a ferida ainda não cicatrizou, qualquer atrito causa muita dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;mas a gente continua sorrindo e acreditando que tá tudo bem, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-295161103127682576?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/295161103127682576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=295161103127682576' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/295161103127682576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/295161103127682576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-quando-ferida-ainda-nao-cicatrizou.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-1170712847917226458</id><published>2010-12-27T00:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T00:39:26.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;eu tenho pressa, mesmo sem saber porque eu estou correndo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-1170712847917226458?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1170712847917226458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=1170712847917226458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1170712847917226458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1170712847917226458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-tenho-pressa-mesmo-sem-saber-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-1863149435999049749</id><published>2010-12-24T20:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T20:54:24.667-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;essa vontade imensa de ficar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-1863149435999049749?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1863149435999049749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=1863149435999049749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1863149435999049749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1863149435999049749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2010/12/essa-vontade-imensa-de-ficar.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-8420405120016565478</id><published>2010-12-22T00:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:11:20.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ironias à parte, "mapa-múndi" do thiago pethit é uma das músicas mais lindas de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"e eu te pergunto: o que será do nosso amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ah, se eu pudesse voltar atrás"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-8420405120016565478?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/8420405120016565478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=8420405120016565478' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/8420405120016565478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/8420405120016565478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2010/12/ironias-parte-mapa-mundi-do-thiago.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-6921562044492090304</id><published>2010-12-20T23:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:57:55.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;eu tomo banho de chuva pra esconder as lágrimas que insistem em cair, mesmo quando tudo está ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-6921562044492090304?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6921562044492090304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=6921562044492090304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/6921562044492090304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/6921562044492090304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-tomo-banho-de-chuva-pra-esconder-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-631250536714708522</id><published>2010-12-17T01:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T01:13:43.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;dica mental: sempre lembrar de respeitar os sentimentos dos outros; sempre lembrar de aceitá-los, mesmo que eu não concorde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-631250536714708522?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/631250536714708522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-4110734265804804339</id><published>2010-11-14T19:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:37:37.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"surpresa! pra ouvir, pensar, lembrar de coisas boas e ficar feliz"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;encontrei, no meu computador, uma coletânea que ainda não tinha ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;engraçado que essa tinha sido parte de um presente de aniversário. o que me faz pensar que - talvez - eu não era um namorado tão bom quanto eu acreditava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é feliz poder ouvir isso agora, porque as músicas são boas e eu não preciso me privar disso também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;"muito, sempre, do seu lado, eu: feliz aniversário =*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;✓ No Greater Love  - Amy Winehouse&lt;br /&gt;✓ World Spins Madly On - The Weepies&lt;br /&gt;✓ Today - The Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;✓ Blue Lips - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;✓ Snow Cherries From France - Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;✓ To The End - Blur&lt;br /&gt;✓ Nobody's Off The Hook - Rufus Wainwright&lt;br /&gt;✓ Flume - Bon Iver&lt;br /&gt;✓ Sweetie Pie (Alt. Version) - Morrissey&lt;br /&gt;✓ Burnin' Love - Dido&lt;br /&gt;✓ It's All In Your Mind - Beck&lt;br /&gt;✓ Daniel - Bat For Lashes&lt;br /&gt;✓ How My Heart Behaves - Feist &lt;br /&gt;✓ Lunar Sea - Camera Obscura&lt;br /&gt;✓ Breathe (2 AM) - Anna Nalick&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/8530961-4110734265804804339?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/4110734265804804339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=4110734265804804339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/4110734265804804339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/4110734265804804339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2010/11/surpresa-pra-ouvir-pensar-lembrar-de.html' title='&quot;surpresa! pra ouvir, pensar, lembrar de coisas boas e ficar feliz&quot;'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-2308639543115600343</id><published>2010-11-13T01:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T01:23:41.875-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>parar é uma dessas decisões que você toma de vez em quando na vida. você sabe que pode continuar caminhando, mas parar alivia o peso carregado por todos nós.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-2308639543115600343?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2308639543115600343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=2308639543115600343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/2308639543115600343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/2308639543115600343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2010/11/parar-e-uma-dessas-decisoes-que-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-567796807683533435</id><published>2010-11-11T23:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T00:00:15.015-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>diversos ciclos pendentes da minha adolescência terminam neste novembro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-567796807683533435?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/567796807683533435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=567796807683533435' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/567796807683533435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/567796807683533435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2010/11/diversos-ciclos-pendentes-da-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-5280738441459184938</id><published>2010-11-09T04:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T04:05:43.241-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pelo direito adquirido de refazer o que não deu certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e pelo dever de parar de remoer as coisas do passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-5280738441459184938?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-7945753664524992411</id><published>2010-09-08T01:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T01:22:40.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;há alguns anos eu tive uma melhor amiga (junto com os outros melhores amigos). pelas escolhas que fizemos em nossas vidas, seguimos caminhos diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ela noivou, casou, mudou de cidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;eu vim pra sao paulo namorar, estudar, trabalhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;e eu achei que seríamos melhores amigos pra sempre. mas eu esqueci que a vida acontece. e a nossa amizade ficou parada naquilo que éramos no passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;vou ter uma lembrança boa pra sempre. e só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;é tudo que temos depois do tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-7945753664524992411?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7945753664524992411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=7945753664524992411' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/7945753664524992411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/7945753664524992411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2010/09/ha-alguns-anos-eu-tive-uma-melhor-amiga.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-6496679496046106311</id><published>2010-09-07T04:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T04:48:52.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;algumas coisas me deixam bem triste; mas parecem ser necessários num determinado momento de tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu só tento não fazer coisas irrecuperáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-6496679496046106311?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/6496679496046106311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=6496679496046106311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/6496679496046106311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/6496679496046106311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2010/09/algumas-coisas-me-deixam-bem-triste-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-2616930134141840476</id><published>2010-01-03T00:03:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:04:31.525-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"you held your breath and the door for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thanks for your patience"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e eu me arrepio toda vez que escuto isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-2616930134141840476?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2616930134141840476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=2616930134141840476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/2616930134141840476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/2616930134141840476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-held-your-breath-and-door-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-3502519678539370618</id><published>2009-10-19T02:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:11:33.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eu passei a vida inteira sendo bajulado por ser o melhor em grande parte das coisas. eu comecei a aceitar e a acreditar que o mundo poderia estar aos meus pés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não lembro de nada que eu quis e não tenha conseguido. as duas faculdades, a classe média, o ita, embraer, são paulo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas agora eu não sei mais o que querer. e estou apenas vendo os dias passarem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;se eu lesse o suficiente de caio fernando, com certeza teria algo poético e bem escrito para finalizar esse post. mas esse é o sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;&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/8530961-3502519678539370618?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/3502519678539370618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=3502519678539370618' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/3502519678539370618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/3502519678539370618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-passei-vida-inteira-sendo-bajulado.html' title=''/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-1830353447727101569</id><published>2009-03-11T22:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:53:59.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'>da falta de ação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;minha dissertação do mestrado não sai do lugar; por sinal, nem começou ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;li algumas coisas mas não consigo escrever nada, produzir nada. dia após dia, eu apenas sento na frente do computador e espero as horas passarem. tenho dormido cedo pra me martirizar menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a sensação não é nova e eu já sabia que ia se repetir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eu não quero desistir, mas eu quero muito um motivo pra me fazer continuar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ou pelo menos uma forma de parar de me culpar.&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/8530961-1830353447727101569?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1830353447727101569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=1830353447727101569' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1830353447727101569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1830353447727101569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2009/03/da-falta-de-acao.html' title='da falta de ação'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-1504988274812325717</id><published>2008-05-03T22:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:53:44.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'>como eu me tornei um fucking consumista</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;se algum dia você precisar tornar alguém num consumista sem controle, é simples. aumente a quantidade de dinheiro que é fornecida a ele, pouco a pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;foi assim comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eu nunca tive mesada. quando precisava de algo (roupa-comida-escola), meus pais me davam. minha tia me dava alguns reais por mês, e eu me virava para comprar o cd ou a revista. lembro das primeiras aquisições, mas não é muito nobre listá-las aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;estar entre os três primeiros no vestibular da estadual e da federal, me deu a certeza de que eu podia ganhar o mundo. aos 16 anos, eu mudei para a cidade grande acreditando nisso. primeira oportunidade de trabalho, eu aceitei; e com os primeiros salários, pude descobrir o cinema, os restaurantes, as baladas. tudo compatível com o salário em torno do mínimo que eu recebia para dar aulas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;os 4 meses no banco do nordeste me ensinaram outra coisa. a minha semana podia ser um lixo, mas eu tinha dinheiro para fazer o que quisesse no final de semana (ou achava que tinha). então eu descobri a vodca, o cigarro, as roupas que eu gosto e me descobri. em pouco tempo descobri que o dinheiro não era suficiente e - fiz o que é para muitos diferentes de mim, impensável - larguei o emprego público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;de volta à faculdade, descobri que dinheiro é proporcional ao trabalho. quando eu precisava de mais, eu trabalhava mais. comecei a dormir cada vez menos em casa, e cada vez mais na aula. mantive a boemia e mantive os amigos. quando descobri os botecos na madrugada e as baladas de quinta, eu perdi tempo de trabalho e acumulei dívidas. e desejei que o dia tivesse 30 horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;quando a situação começava a ficar insuportável e eu achei que tivesse que parar, consegui um emprego que me pagava bem mais do que a maioria dos colegas recém formados. depois de pagar as dívidas, eu descobri que o dólar a 2 reais não é tanta coisa e comecei a importar umas roupas. descobri a balada de terça. descobri pelo menos um restaurante novo por semana. comprei meu macbook. comprei meu carro. comecei a viajar. não deu pra juntar nada, mas foi o dinheiro suficiente para me transformar no que sou hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;como aceitei que o dia não pode ter 30 horas, resolvi adicionar o nome do ITA ao meu currículo para ganhar dinheiro de outras formas. larguei a vida boa para viver com bolsa-auxílio. casa, energia, internet voltaram a ser preocupações frequentes. as visitas aos restaurantes ficaram raras. a vida boemia também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e o pior dessa vida não é ter que contabilizar tudo, é a dor na consciência ao voltar do mercado com geléia de blueberry importada.&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/8530961-1504988274812325717?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1504988274812325717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=1504988274812325717' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1504988274812325717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1504988274812325717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2008/05/como-eu-me-tornei-um-fucking-consumista.html' title='como eu me tornei um fucking consumista'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-5619373740701064537</id><published>2008-05-02T14:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:26:54.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dos dias frios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eu gosto das ruas largas de são josé dos campos; gosto dessas ruas vazias; gosto das pessoas que passam sem olhar pra você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gosto de andar em dias frios. gosto de ver as pessoas correndo da chuva enquanto eu apenas sinto as poucas gotas cairem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gosto quando minha barba cresce até esse tamanho. não sei explicar o que eu vejo, mas é minha melhor visão. amanhã isso vai ter passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gosto de acreditar que um dia eu vou estar apenas olhando a chuva e vou estar bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eu não gosto quando preciso escrever - a.k.a. expor sentimentos - e o resultado não fica bom.)&lt;br /&gt;&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/8530961-5619373740701064537?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5619373740701064537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=5619373740701064537' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5619373740701064537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5619373740701064537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2008/05/dos-dias-frios.html' title='dos dias frios'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-2206938115450590895</id><published>2008-04-06T23:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:34:56.594-03:00</updated><title type='text'>my blueberry nights ou filme para os corações partidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;se seu coração não tem nenhuma ferida que ainda não cicatrizou, você provavelmente não vai gostar de My Blueberry Nights (em tradução bizonha brasileira, Um Beijo Roubado).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uma coisa engraçada é que esse tipo de filme nos faz perceber como somos ligados à cultura americana. os neons e fumaças de cigarro confortam nossa dor e nos acolhem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e sabemos que cada um busca uma forma diferente de curar sua dor. no filme, cada personagem assume um vício (uns comem torta de mirtilo, uns pegam a estrada, uns bebem) e esperam que a ferida pare de doer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eu não sei exatamente qual minha dor, ou qual meu vício. mas eu sei que há algo errado e que eu poderia estar em qualquer um daqueles bares, numa madrugada qualquer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o filme tem atuações brilhantes da rachel weisz e da natalie portman; a atuação eficiente e o sotaque charmoso do jude law; o encanto da chan marshall e atuação regular da norah jones (que na melhor definição que encontrei, não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;madonnou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; o filme).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a direção é do won kar wai, de amor a flor da pele, amores expressos, 2048.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(spoiler)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jeremy (jude law) é inglês de manchester e chegou aos estados unidos com a intenção de viajar o país inteiro; terminou abrindo um café em nova iorque e a ele ficou preso. ele guarda uma jarra com chaves que representavam relacionamentos frustrados de seus clientes. cada chave representa(va) a esperança de que as "portas" pudessem ser reabertas algum dia. entre as chaves, uma representa o seu relacionamento com katya (chan marshall).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YzKDMRzIOSs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YzKDMRzIOSs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- You still have the keys?&lt;br /&gt;- I aways remember what you said about never throwing them away, about never closing those doors forever. I remember.&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes, even if you have the keys those doors still can't be opened. Can they?&lt;br /&gt;- Even if the door is open, the person you're looking for may not be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A few years ago, I had a dream. It began in the summer and was over by the following spring. In between, there were as many unhappy nights as there were happy days. Most of them took place in this café. And then one night, a door slammed and the dream was over.&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/8530961-2206938115450590895?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/2206938115450590895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=2206938115450590895' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/2206938115450590895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/2206938115450590895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-blueberry-nigts-ou-filme-para-os.html' title='my blueberry nights ou filme para os corações partidos'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-5393880203233165100</id><published>2008-04-01T22:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:35:36.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>do dia em que os encontros no central perk acabaram</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;depois de mais de 70 horas de episódios, misturando um pouco de drama e muita comédia, eu finalmente terminei de ver friends. eu fiz o caminho em todo em menos de 6 meses, mas é como se eu tivesse vivido aqueles 10 anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e esse sentimento de ter sido uma coisa que durou por um tempo da minha vida me lembra como foi triste deixar parte da minha vida no recife e tentar construir uma nova. meu apartamento antigo tem tantas histórias, tantas vidas, que nem se eu ficasse aqui por muito tempo (coisa que não pretendo) eu conseguiria viver de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;como eu sinto falta do 404. :~~&lt;br /&gt;nobody said it'd be this hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;essa nostalgia deve ser alguma ironia do destino, né? logo eu, que quis tanto sair do recife...&lt;br /&gt;&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/8530961-5393880203233165100?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5393880203233165100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=5393880203233165100' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5393880203233165100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5393880203233165100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-dia-em-que-os-encontros-no-central.html' title='do dia em que os encontros no central perk acabaram'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-2758531762958605939</id><published>2008-03-26T18:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:15:28.454-03:00</updated><title type='text'>do dia em escolhi a engenharia aeronáutica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pode ser que em um ano (e eu realmente espero isso) eu ria ao pensar que tive dúvidas entre a computação e a aeronáutica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;confesso que minha escolha foi feita, hoje, baseado nos benefícios que cada uma trariam de imediato. a bolsa de estudos 50% maior, a alimentação e o plano de saúde falaram mais alto. e eu fico repetindo que, mesmo se a escolha for errada, vai dar tudo certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mas a probabilidade de dar errado nem é meu maior medo. até porque não vai dar errado. eu poderia cursar medicina e provavelmente não daria errado (ps. o blog é meu e não preciso ser modesto aqui). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;o que eu tenho medo é de não encontrar na aeronáutica o que não encontrei - ou não soube reconhecer - na computação: paixão pelo trabalho. e isso é normal quando você tem vinte e poucos, mas não é confortante com vinte e tantos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu espero que até terminar o mestrado eu saiba o que eu quero ser quando crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8530961-2758531762958605939?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-5852761019254629377</id><published>2008-03-13T23:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:45:35.152-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dos pensamentos novos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eu nunca achei que algum dia na minha vida fosse querer morar em algum lugar como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.google.com.br/search?q=wisteria+lane&amp;amp;ie=utf-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;aq=t&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-BR;%20Alexa:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a"&gt;wisteria lane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e quem me conhece sabe que eu nunca desejei muito o sossego. mas ultimamente ele tem parecido uma alternativa tão boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;é bom pensar na rede na varanda, no cachorro (tá, pode ser gato) que tá deitado do lado, no vento que bate no rosto, no filho aprendendo a andar de bicicleta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Deus, eu estou ficando velho!&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/8530961-5852761019254629377?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5852761019254629377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=5852761019254629377' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5852761019254629377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5852761019254629377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2008/03/dos-pensamentos-novos.html' title='dos pensamentos novos'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-1308310845781548057</id><published>2008-02-23T08:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:01:13.877-03:00</updated><title type='text'>da noite em que eu deixei o recife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nem o fato de eu sempre querer mudar de cidade e tentar mundos novos contiveram algumas poucas lágrimas que cairam enquanto o avião se afastava do salão de embarque do aeroporto do recife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e não foi a saudade precipitada ou o medo de a amizade diminuir que troxeram aquelas lágrimas; eu acredito que foi um pouco de egoísmo misturado com nostalgia; por não poder estar mais presente nas noites dos drinks, nos shows felizes, na gastrô...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eu sei que a amizade permanece, mas não há como não ficar triste com todas essas coisas que ficaram lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;é sempre piegas, mas we'll always have recife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas a trilha sonora da minha partida foi bonita; porque tocava smiths no meu fone de ouvido. and there's a light that will never goes out.&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/8530961-1308310845781548057?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1308310845781548057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=1308310845781548057' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1308310845781548057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1308310845781548057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2008/02/sobre-deixar-o-recife.html' title='da noite em que eu deixei o recife'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-1865985322832437107</id><published>2008-02-13T23:51:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:54:25.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'>da invasão de privacidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;não tem nada pior do que voltar pra casa e encontrar o seu espaço invadido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que tal alguém sem noção falando no telefone, sentado na sua cama por mais de 1 hora, sem se tocar que você quer um pouco de privacidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sem dúvida, pessoas não convidadas no meu quarto é uma das coisas que mais me irrita.&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/8530961-1865985322832437107?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/1865985322832437107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=1865985322832437107' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1865985322832437107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/1865985322832437107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2008/02/da-invaso-de-privacidade.html' title='da invasão de privacidade'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-7039522863972949779</id><published>2008-01-26T09:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T10:12:07.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dos filmes que eu gosto: Juno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;imagine a surpresa de, depois de uma árdua semana de trabalho, você decide pegar a última sessão do dia da sexta feira. por eliminação, você decide ver Juno. e você não sabe nada sobre o filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;até que você escuta os riffs de guitarra da música folk-indie e descobre que este é o filme indie da temporada (como little miss sunshine foi o da temporada passada).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;juno é o tipo de filme que não existiria sem sua trilha sonora, e que não deve funcionar para os que não abriram um sorrisão na primeira cena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;num filme cheio de referências não forçadas à cultura pop - música (tem coisa mais cool do que sonic youth cantando superstars do carpenters?)  e cinema (tipo, 100 pessoas no Recife conhecem Asia Argento?), você vai se apaixonando pelo tipo de vida que você não teve (eu não tive).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;às vezes eu não sei se nostalgia é um sentimento bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sabe aquela coisa que você sente quando percebe que não pode voltar aos 16 anos e aproveitar o frio do inverno pra ficar em casa com seu violão e os pequenos versos? eu me sinto meio assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nessas horas, São Paulo me apavora (e faltam só 28 dias).&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/8530961-7039522863972949779?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/7039522863972949779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=7039522863972949779' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/7039522863972949779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/7039522863972949779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2008/01/dos-filmes-que-eu-gosto-juno.html' title='dos filmes que eu gosto: Juno'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-697777231056922039</id><published>2008-01-24T07:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T07:47:16.277-03:00</updated><title type='text'>do que não pode ser dito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;é certo, num processo, não poder usar provas verdadeiras contra um acusado, mesmo que elas tenham sido obtidas de forma ilegal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;devaneios embalados por magnetic fields - i think i need a new heart&lt;br /&gt;You've lied too&lt;br /&gt;but it's a sin that I&lt;br /&gt;can't tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;cause it all comes out wrong&lt;br /&gt;unless I put it in a song&lt;br /&gt;so the radio plays&lt;br /&gt;"I Think I Need a New Heart "&lt;br /&gt;just for you&lt;br /&gt;"I Think I Need a New Heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8530961-697777231056922039?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/697777231056922039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=697777231056922039' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/697777231056922039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/697777231056922039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-que-no-pode-ser-dito.html' title='do que não pode ser dito'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-5929990385459661230</id><published>2008-01-03T14:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T14:41:29.947-03:00</updated><title type='text'>do reinicio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;porque as memórias escritas quase nunca representam as boas lembranças; sempre parece um pouco mais forçado do que o real, um pouco mais fantasiado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e cada vez que lia sobre uma lembrança, ela perdia um pouco do encanto. de qualquer forma, foram-se apenas os textos. sobrou todo o resto.&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/8530961-5929990385459661230?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/feeds/5929990385459661230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8530961&amp;postID=5929990385459661230' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5929990385459661230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8530961/posts/default/5929990385459661230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-reinicio.html' title='do reinicio'/><author><name>Emanuel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05128945427571715741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh6.google.com/image/emanuelpessoa/RhwzpnNr94I/AAAAAAAABBU/mBifX5QxFrU/rio%20%2854%29.jpg?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8530961.post-5711958863214195287</id><published>2008-01-03T14:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T14:32:56.674-03:00</updated><title type='text'>do que restou do passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Acho que deveria estar puto com o que me aconteceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mas é difícil ficar zangado quando há tanta beleza no mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Às vezes, acho que estou vendo tudo de uma vez e é demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Meu coração se enche como um balão prestes a estourar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E então, lembro de relaxar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...e de tentar parar de apegar-me a isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E então, tudo flui através de mim como chuva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...e só posso sentir gratidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...por todos os momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...da minha vida idiota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vocês não têm idéia do que estou falando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas não se preocupem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Um dia, terão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(alguém em Beleza Americana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Eu deixarei que morra em mim o desejo de amar os teus olhos que são doces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Porque nada te poderei dar senão a mágoa de me veres eternamente exausto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; No entanto a tua presença é qualquer coisa como a luz e a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; E eu sinto que em meu gesto existe o teu gesto e em minha voz a tua voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Não te quero ter porque em meu ser tudo estaria terminado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Quero só que surjas em mim como a fé nos desesperados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Para que eu possa levar uma gota de orvalho nesta terra amaldiçoada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Que ficou sobre a minha carne como nódoa do passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Eu deixarei... tu irás e encostarás a tua face em outra face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Teus dedos enlaçarão outros dedos e tu desabrocharás para a madrugada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Mas tu não saberás que quem te colheu fui eu, porque eu fui o grande íntimo da noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Porque eu encostei minha face na face da noite e ouvi a tua fala amorosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Porque meus dedos enlaçaram os dedos da névoa suspensos no espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; E eu trouxe até mim a misteriosa essência do teu abandono desordenado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Eu ficarei só como os veleiros nos pontos silenciosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Mas eu te possuirei como ninguém porque poderei partir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; E todas as lamentações do mar, do vento, do céu, das aves, das estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Serão a tua voz presente, a tua voz ausente, a tua voz serenizada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Ausência, Vinícius de Moraes)&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/8530961-5711958863214195287?l=emanuelpessoa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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