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&lt;i&gt;Coisas que penso por ai ... que ninguém vai querer saber ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Chove todas as tardes, que chato, a água sempre entra no meu tênis, deixando a meia do pé direito úmida. Tiro a meia do pé e coloco folhas de jornal dentro do tênis, pra poder "chupar" a água, meu pé fica gelado..&lt;/div&gt;
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Vi vários tipos de guarda chuvas durante esses dias, mas nenhum me encantou...&lt;/div&gt;
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Faço meu caminho de casa para o trabalho meio que "anestesiada", ficar em pé com sono no trem é&amp;nbsp;desagradável, mas melhor ler alguma coisa no caminho pra distrair...&lt;/div&gt;
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E quando estou na parte do livro que me faz rir, eu tento disfarçar, mas quando estou na parte do livro que me faz chorar, eu choro, sem disfarçar, e quem percebe minhas lágrimas deve pensar "&lt;i&gt;aquela garota esta chorando por causa do livro...&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;
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Realmente gosto daquela TVMinuto, fico imaginando qual o tempo de folga que eles tem entre o que está passando e o que ainda está sendo produzido, gostaria &amp;nbsp;de conhecer os bastidores, devem usar muito After...&lt;/div&gt;
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Me pergunto qual a lógica das propagandas nas paredes ao lado das escadas rolantes, elas se repetem, será que tem algum cálculo pra saber de quantas repetições precisa pra conseguir ler a mensagem inteira ? ou é tipo lavagem cerebral ? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Penso também porque as pessoas que andam de metrô parecem mais&amp;nbsp;extravagantes, roupas, acessórios, tattoos, suspeito que é a iluminação, quero dizer, em céu aberto é mais&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;dar essa sensação...&lt;/div&gt;
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Bem é isso ... Boa Noite ....&lt;/div&gt;
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Enquanto o vento sopra&lt;br /&gt;
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A vida rolando solta no ar&lt;br /&gt;
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Vida que é feita de "in's"&lt;br /&gt;
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Inexplicável...&lt;br /&gt;
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Inenarrável..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O primeiro item completado da lista de 101coisasem1001dias, foi conhecer o Bairro da Liberdade em São Paulo, e o melhor, na Comemoração do Ano Novo Chinês, no Ano do Dragão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vi o desfile, e não imaginava que aqueles dragões eram tão&amp;nbsp;simpáticos, piscando os olhos, abrindo a boca e fazendo vários movimentos sincronizados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não encontrei o sorvete de Pistache, mas comi de Jabuticaba, então está valendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Xin Nian Kuai Le - Feliz Ano Novo em Chinês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Andava por ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Achando que ia te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E ás vezes te encontrava..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Em semelhanças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fazia uma coleção de fragmentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Encontrava&amp;nbsp;ícones&amp;nbsp;de sua lembrança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E colocava assim, outras coisas em seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando não se tem o que fazer, a gente inventa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Encontrei na net esse projeto e decidi aderir.&lt;/div&gt;
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Agora o blog tem uma página só com a&lt;a href="http://artedeabstrair.blogspot.com/p/101-coisas-em-1001-dias.html"&gt; lista do projeto.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Se você tiver paciência/saco/tempo pode ler lá as coisas que quero fazer dentro do prazo de 1001 dias, e se continuar tendo&amp;nbsp;paciência/saco/tempo, pode comentar alguma coisa e quem sabe fazer uma lista pra vc tbm.&lt;br /&gt;
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Poesias incompletas é tudo o que ela conseguia fazer&lt;br /&gt;
Precisava inventar uma dor, precisava continuar escrevendo&lt;br /&gt;
Sempre se tem um buraco para preencher,&amp;nbsp;porque sempre tem um vazio...&lt;br /&gt;
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Os poemas estavam lá, ela sabia&lt;br /&gt;
Mas se apresentavam aos pedaços&lt;br /&gt;
Em seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
Flutuando no ar&lt;br /&gt;
Ela se esticava, mas não conseguia pegar&lt;br /&gt;
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Porque fugiam?&lt;br /&gt;
O que ela havia feito de errado?&lt;br /&gt;
Ela estava bem, podia dizer que estava Feliz&lt;br /&gt;
Estar feliz era tudo o que desejou por um bom tempo&lt;br /&gt;
e agora os versos fugiam&lt;br /&gt;
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Porque?&lt;br /&gt;
Não se pode ser feliz ?&amp;nbsp;Plena ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Um sentimento de raiva queria nascer&lt;br /&gt;
Pois sabia que uma&lt;br /&gt;
Alma de Poeta não suporta a felicidade e se incomoda com a ausência da dor&lt;br /&gt;
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Necessita inventar mil mundos e histórias, mas não consegue viver no seu&lt;br /&gt;
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Maldição que lhe persegue e lhe sufoca&lt;br /&gt;
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Então que&amp;nbsp;venham os&amp;nbsp;espíritos&amp;nbsp;e sussurrem as desgraças&lt;br /&gt;
Assim ela lhes faria versos e canções, histórias e contos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pois para viver é preciso sentir e sofrer, mesmo que não queira.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aviso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: Post desabafo, se não estiver num dia muito compreensivo, melhor nem ler.&lt;br /&gt;
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Começando pelo começo...&lt;br /&gt;
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Natal é uma comemoração religiosa cristã e uma data comercial.&lt;br /&gt;
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Conheço três posições que você pode adquirir em relação ao Natal.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;- A pessoa que se comove com o "clima" dessa data e pratica alguma boa ação e que prepara a ceia para as visitas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;- A pessoa que só sabe falar que essa é uma data comercial e que o motivo real foi esquecido pela maioria das pessoas nesse mundo capitalista.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;- A pessoa que tenta se manter neutra, fingir que nada esta acontecendo, mesmo com &amp;nbsp;tantas luzes, papais&amp;nbsp;noéis e "Feliz Natal" vindo de todas as direções.&lt;br /&gt;
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E existem casos &lt;i&gt;como o meu&lt;/i&gt; que oscilam entre as 3 posições.&lt;br /&gt;
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Acho que o &lt;i&gt;problema &lt;/i&gt;do Natal, é que ele não chega, ele se&amp;nbsp;impõe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Não é como o Carnaval, que eu posso pegar um carro com uma dúzia de cds de metal, ir para uma&amp;nbsp;cidadezinha&amp;nbsp;do interior e me manter sã e salva.&lt;br /&gt;
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O Natal está em toda parte o tempo todo, durante os últimos 3 meses do ano.&lt;br /&gt;
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A não ser que você fuja para algum país que não comemore o Natal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Portanto. para algo que está ao seu redor tão &lt;i&gt;sufocantemente&lt;/i&gt;, você não tem como deixar de ter algum tipo de posição/opinião sobre.&lt;br /&gt;
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Você pode não ter opinião politica, nem time de futebol, mas sobre o Natal você tem que ter uma posição, para decidir qual será seu motivo para montar uma&amp;nbsp;árvore&amp;nbsp;de natal e encher sua casa de pisca-pisca,&amp;nbsp;se você vai sair por ai desejando&lt;i&gt; Feliz Natal&lt;/i&gt; ou se você vai falar que essa é uma data de falsidades, ou mesmo quando alguém desejar "&lt;i&gt;Boas Festas&lt;/i&gt;" se você vai dar um sorriso amarelo e dizer "&lt;i&gt;igualmente&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;
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Acredito que algumas pessoas vão ler esse texto e pensar:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Nossa, ela esta reclamando do Natal!!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mas fazer o quê, o Natal tem essa&amp;nbsp;áurea&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;incontestável.&lt;br /&gt;
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Termino aqui meu desabafo e não concluo nada&lt;br /&gt;
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Desejo que cada um tenha o seu Feliz Natal e faça dele o que seu coração mandar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354645572769232285-6470653586806526974?l=artedeabstrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;1- Nunca brinque de Desconhecido Secreto.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Se você não conhece no&amp;nbsp;mínimo&amp;nbsp;95% das pessoas que vão participar, não brinque, comprar presente para quem você conhece já é complicado, mas pior é comprar presente para desconhecidos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2- Não participe de vários amigos secretos ao mesmo tempo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;A não ser que você tenha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;dinheiro suficiente para comprar presentes legais para todos eles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compre o presente com antecedência&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Nunca deixe para comprar em cima da hora, por causa da lição abaixo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4 - As pessoas criam expectativas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Todo mundo quando participa, cria expectativas de um presente legal, mesmo que seja um amigo secreto de R$ 5,00, então se você der um presente ruim a pessoa vai se decepcionar, e ela pode não conseguir disfarçar na frente de todo mundo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;5 - Diga o que você quer ganhar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;A pessoa que te tirou pode não ter a minima ideia do que te dar, então,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;envie recados, seja pela brincadeira da caixinha, seja pelo Facebook, arranje uma forma de se manifestar, faça uma listinhas com coisas que você gosta e que estão dentro do valor estipulado, ás vezes a culpa de um presente não tão legal, pode ser sua.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;E principalmente, divirta-se!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354645572769232285-8155170926535960159?l=artedeabstrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Quero fazer um post e dizer mais que "&lt;i&gt;Feliz Aniversário&lt;/i&gt;", na verdade o que eu quero é te fazer feliz.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gato Obrigada por tudo, e saiba que &lt;i&gt;...apesar de termos feito tudo o que fizemos, ainda somos os mesmos e vivemos como nossos pais...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Esse é um desenho da Julia (na parede) segundo ela é o pai dela&lt;br /&gt;
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E essa é uma montagem (bizarra) que eu fiz a uns anos atrás kkk&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;Com direito a nota no jornal Página Zero, o 5º Churrasco Musical do Paulo Rock foi um evento pra ficar na memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;Quero deixar aqui registrado, que Paulo Rock é um AMIGO e que faltam palavras para expressar o quanto gostamos dele, apesar de falar pelos cotovelos kkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;Obrigado por tudo, pelas conversas (longas), pelos rolés e pela amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXCJXYU23O8/Tu1p_nT-AaI/AAAAAAAABJM/nLXKnqyXifA/s1600/parte1.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="421" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXCJXYU23O8/Tu1p_nT-AaI/AAAAAAAABJM/nLXKnqyXifA/s640/parte1.1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu cai&lt;br /&gt;
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Cai quando descobri&lt;br /&gt;
Que não somos perfeitos&lt;br /&gt;
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E que posso errar&lt;br /&gt;
e posso ferir&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu cai da ilusão de um mundo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;
Feito de pessoas perfeitas&lt;br /&gt;
e boas intenções&lt;br /&gt;
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Cai sem lembrar como havia subido tanto&lt;br /&gt;
e me iludido tanto&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu cai&lt;br /&gt;
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E minha existência será uma eterna queda&lt;br /&gt;
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Pois na queda me sinto viva&lt;br /&gt;
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Pra Sempre&lt;br /&gt;
Eu queria te contar o que estou sentindo&lt;br /&gt;
Eu poderia mentir para mim mesmo, mas é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;
Não há dúvidas quando olho nos seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
MeninO, estou com a cabeça em você&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu vivi tanto tempo acreditando que todo amor é cego&lt;br /&gt;
Mas tudo em você&lt;br /&gt;
Está me dizendo que agora é...&lt;br /&gt;
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Pra sempre, agora eu sei&lt;br /&gt;
E não tenho dúvidas em minha mente&lt;br /&gt;
Pra sempre, até que minha vida termine&lt;br /&gt;
MeninO, eu te amarei pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu ouço o eco da promessa que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;
"Quando você é forte, pode seguir sozinho"&lt;br /&gt;
Mas estas palavras soam distante quando olho pra você&lt;br /&gt;
Não, eu não quero seguir sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nunca pensei que colocaria meu coração na linha&lt;br /&gt;
Mas tudo em você&lt;br /&gt;
Está me dizendo que agora&lt;br /&gt;
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Pra sempre, agora eu sei&lt;br /&gt;
E não tenho dúvidas em minha mente&lt;br /&gt;
Pra sempre, até que minha vida termine&lt;br /&gt;
MeninO, eu te amarei pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu vejo meu futuro quando olho em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
O seu amor faz meu coração viver&lt;br /&gt;
Porque eu vivi minha vida acreditando que todo amor é cego&lt;br /&gt;
Mas tudo em você, está me dizendo que agora é...&lt;br /&gt;
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Pra sempre, agora eu sei&lt;br /&gt;
E não tenho dúvidas em minha mente&lt;br /&gt;
Pra sempre, até que minha vida termine&lt;br /&gt;
MeninO, eu te amarei pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;
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Ohhh!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Pra sempre, agora eu sei&lt;br /&gt;
E não tenho dúvidas em minha mente&lt;br /&gt;
Pra sempre, até que minha vida termine&lt;br /&gt;
MeninO, eu te amarei pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;
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Apresentação para a banca do Trabalho de Graduação&amp;nbsp;Interdisciplinar: Projeto Erebos&lt;br /&gt;
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Amanhã dia 05/12 ás 19:30&lt;br /&gt;
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Quatros anos se passaram.&lt;br /&gt;
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Agradeço a todos os que me ajudaram nessa conquista, destaco aqui minha família, principalmente ao Anderson que abriu mão de incontáveis momentos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aos integrantes do grupo Kram [Silvia Prates e Tiago Melo], grupo do qual tenho a sorte de fazer parte.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aprendi muitas coisas, tive várias experiências e acredito que me tornei um pouco melhor como pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Amanhã uma fase se encerrá, um desafio será cumprido.&lt;br /&gt;
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E que venham os próximos.&lt;br /&gt;
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A quatro anos atrás eu tinha um outro blog,&amp;nbsp;segue o que eu postei lá no dia 25 de Janeiro de 2008, depois de conseguir a Bolsa do Prouni 100% na faculdade:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passei na Fieo .... 1º semestre ai vou eu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu Passei..... &amp;nbsp;a 1º fase da minha vida rumo ao sucesso acabou e eu venci .............. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O 1º semestre na faculdade &amp;nbsp;esta garantido &amp;nbsp;depois a gente vê como fica o restante um problema de cada vez .. por enquanto eu to muito feliz &amp;nbsp; ... &amp;nbsp;segunda começa as aulas .................. caralhoooooooo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bebi umas cervejas pra comemorar do até meia tonta escrevendo isso aqui .............. kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bjss pra TODOs que me deram apoio ................&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEijos amo Vcs .......... Amo minha vida e minhas conquistas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ganhei esse livro como presente de despedida da Cetesb, do Felipe Gomes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Felipe gosta do&lt;a href="http://jovemnerd.ig.com.br/"&gt; Jovem Nerd&lt;/a&gt;, mas não leu &lt;a href="http://artedeabstrair.blogspot.com/2011/06/batalha-do-apocalipse.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A Batalha do Apocalipse&lt;/a&gt;, como eu teci vários elogios ele achou por bem me dar a segunda obra do autor Eduardo Spohr, disse que é pra ler e falar se é legal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu estava lendo Desventuras em Série, estava para começar o 10º livro, mas tive que interromper, pois uma energia mística me atraiu para esse livro e estou devorando suas páginas como quem come uma lata de brigadeiro com colher de sopa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Estou no meio da saga, e posso dizer que o livro não é legal, é inacreditavelmente&amp;nbsp;incrível.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas uma vez, deixo meu agradecimentos ao Felipe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Livros são ótimos presentes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354645572769232285-1611368293259412907?l=artedeabstrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Mais que perdoar, eu queria era esquecer&lt;br /&gt;
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O auto perdão pode ser uma das coisas mais&amp;nbsp;difíceis&amp;nbsp;de conseguir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Talvez perdoar seja uma constante prática, não perdoamos uma única vez, mas todas ás vezes que lembramos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tem dias que eu me perdôo&lt;br /&gt;
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Tem dias que não.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;Mil Perdões by &lt;a href="http://grooveshark.com/artist/Chico+Buarque/12205" title="Chico Buarque"&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;/a&gt; on Grooveshark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;!--&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354645572769232285-8492249888141822323?l=artedeabstrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Sabia que era bobagem ficar olhando para o telefone público, como se ele fosse criar vida ou fazer qualquer coisa diferente, ao invés de ficar parado como todos os telefones públicos fazem.&lt;br /&gt;
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Estava nervosa, alguma coisa dentro dela dizia que era muito necessário fazer aquela ligação, e outra coisa dizia que ela devia sair correndo de perto daquele aparelho, antes que ele cria-se vida.&lt;br /&gt;
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Era algo simples, ela sabia o número de cor, tinha que tirar o fone do gancho, discar, ouvir chamar e esperar atender, e depois dizer o que tinha pra dizer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas o que tinha pra dizer ? Era tanta coisa que as palavras se acumulavam na boca e nada saia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ela tremia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Respirou fundo e disse a si mesma que aquele medo era infantil e&amp;nbsp;ridículo&amp;nbsp;e que tinha que ligar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Levou o fone ao ouvido, discou os números rapidamente e ouviu chamar, ao primeiro toque a vontade de desligar foi praticamente&amp;nbsp;insuportável, respirou fundo novamente, se achando a garota mais idiota do mundo e conseguiu resistir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No terceiro toque uma voz masculina atendeu, era ele.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- Alô&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- Oi ... eu preciso te falar ... que eu .... eu demorei muito pra conseguir tomar coragem pra te ligar ... eu quero dizer que .... que eu nunca te esqueci ... &amp;nbsp;que .... que penso muito em você e que .... que &amp;nbsp;gostaria que tudo tivesse sido diferente pra nós..... e é isso ... desculpa ....&lt;br /&gt;
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Tenho algumas certezas&lt;br /&gt;
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Muitas dúvidas e diversas teorias&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas a minha maior certeza, é que a minha maior dúvida é a teoria que teço da minha própria vida.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sempre mudando e reconsiderando&lt;br /&gt;
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Buscando significados e novas respostas, novos jeitos e alternativas&lt;br /&gt;
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Nunca satisfeita&lt;br /&gt;
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Nunca em paz&lt;br /&gt;
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Revendo de todos os&amp;nbsp;ângulos&amp;nbsp;e revirando tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
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E de tanto mudar, não lembro de tudo, só sinto o que sou.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sensações e lembranças estão todas misturadas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Não sendo isso um problema de memória, mas uma forma de organizar tantas e novas experiências.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E eu quero mais, extraindo dos que me cercam coisas novas, testando-as, refletindo sobre elas, em um silencioso pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;
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Errando e acertando, subindo e descendo, simultaneamente numa velocidade&amp;nbsp;frenética&lt;br /&gt;
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Tornando tudo uma eterna tentativa de ser melhor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sempre na beira do abismo da dúvida, quero caminhar até sei lá quando.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pois tenho um propósito, para alguns pode parecer muito pretensioso, para outros, podem achar que não de dinheiro algum, mas para mim é um intento, eu quero é ser sábia, e como não achei nenhuma faculdade disso, estou traçando os meus próprios meios.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E para não deixa-los perturbados, vou confessar uma certeza, mesmo sabendo que tenho pouca idade para ter certezas, acredito que uma das poucas coisas que valem a pena nessa vida, seja lá o que realmente signifique essa vida, lembrando que eu não fiz nenhuma pesquisa cientifica pra chegar a essa conclusão, nem observei diversas situações controladas em&amp;nbsp;laboratório, nada disso, o que vou confessar agora, isso que vou falar e estou enrolando com esse texto enfeitado, é algo muito simples, algo tão simples que acredito que qualquer um que prestar atenção tem enormes chances de concordar comigo, o que tenho como certeza é que&amp;nbsp;a pratica do bom humor, humor de qualidade, divertido e inofensivo, pode somar vários dias mais&amp;nbsp;agradáveis&amp;nbsp;a nossa&amp;nbsp;existência.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Espero que você não tenha se decepcionado com algo tão&amp;nbsp;simples e surpreendentemente óbvio.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Nas paredes escrevia o seu nome
&lt;br /&gt;Pra tentar esquecer&lt;br /&gt;
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No espelho assistia à própria dor&lt;br /&gt;
De lembrar&lt;br /&gt;
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Na sala vazia, a televisão ligada,&lt;br /&gt;
Uma tentação de existir&lt;br /&gt;
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Na cama, sem dono, perguntava&lt;br /&gt;
Como tudo foi acabar&lt;br /&gt;
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Minha aventura&lt;br /&gt;
Pra onde você foi?&lt;br /&gt;
Pra onde você vai?&lt;br /&gt;
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Se ao menos, tanta coisa que se&lt;br /&gt;
Vive junto não evaporasse assim&lt;br /&gt;
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Se, ao menos, na hora dela me deixar&lt;br /&gt;
Precisasse um pouco mais de mim&lt;br /&gt;
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Se, ao menos, no escuro eu&lt;br /&gt;
Conseguisse apagar&lt;br /&gt;
Dormir sem sonhar, apenas&lt;br /&gt;
Dormir sem sonhar?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Minha aventura,&lt;br /&gt;
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Dividia-se entre&lt;br /&gt;
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Profano e Sagrado&lt;br /&gt;
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Era Nato&lt;br /&gt;
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Estava consumado &lt;br /&gt;
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Era Fato&lt;br /&gt;
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O que queria&lt;br /&gt;
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Era Exato&lt;br /&gt;
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O que devia &lt;br /&gt;
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Era Recato&lt;br /&gt;
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O que temia&lt;br /&gt;
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Era Sensato&lt;br /&gt;
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O que pedia&lt;br /&gt;
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Um dia, em certa altura da sua vida adulta, essa vida que ás vezes parece que acabou de começar e ás vezes te faz se sentir velho demais, um dia assim você vai parar pra pensar em seus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;
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E talvez você consiga contar uns cinco, e saiba que se você tiver cinco bons amigos, você é uma pessoa de sorte.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bem, pode ser que essas pessoas te considerem um bom amigo também, ou não.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas caso considerem, pode ser que uma delas um dia te telefone ou te chame no msn, pra conversar e tentar desabafar sobre esses problemas de adultos que todos vamos passar uma hora ou outra.&lt;br /&gt;
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E ai será a hora de saber se você é um bom amigo ou não.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Querer ter bons amigos é fácil, assim com é fácil desejar almoçar em um bom restaurante ou desejar ganhar na mega sena.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Difícil&amp;nbsp;é ser um bom amigo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Difícil&amp;nbsp;é abrir mão do seu tempo pra ouvir os problemas de alguém, é chorar junto, é tentar acalmar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se você já faz isso, saiba que é meio caminho andando para ser um bom amigo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas a coisa mais&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;em ser amigo de alguém que confia em você como um bom amigo, é saber o que dizer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Afinal, a pessoa tem um problema e você deseja ajudar, mas a solução que funciona pra você, não necessariamente funcionará para o seu amigo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Logo, um bom amigo não fica dando receitas prontas de como resolver as coisas, mas ajuda a encontrar uma solução mais adequada, ou simplesmente ajuda a aliviar a pressão para que o outro consiga respirar &amp;nbsp;e pensar melhor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Um bom amigo sabe quando a pessoa quer apenas falar e ter alguém que a escute, sabe quando a pessoa quer somente ser incentivada.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E principalmente, saber respeitar suas decisões e deixar que ela cometa seus próprios erros, mas sempre irá &amp;nbsp;torcer pelos &amp;nbsp;seus acertos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ás vezes é preciso ouvir o mesmo problema por um longo tempo, mas um bom amigo não desiste, e sempre tenta renovar a esperança de que algo melhor irá acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se você &amp;nbsp;consegue fazer essas coisas, saiba que isso faz de você um bom amigo, e sorte daqueles que podem contar com você.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Escrevo esse post na esperança que meus amigos tenham essa visão de mim, pois tento sempre agir desse modo e peço desculpas pelas vezes que errei, talvez fosse a minha vez de precisar de um amigo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354645572769232285-235403667064574500?l=artedeabstrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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De repente.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sem hora&lt;/div&gt;
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Sem tempo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nem espaço&lt;/div&gt;
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Estava a dizer&lt;/div&gt;
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Tudo aquilo que sou pra você&lt;/div&gt;
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Estava pedindo uma parte de mim&lt;/div&gt;
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Estava a confessar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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O quanto teima em me desejar&lt;/div&gt;
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Estava lá&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED. FÍSICA não come, combina: proteínas + carboidratos + lipídios.&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED. FÍSICA não cheira, olfata.&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED. FÍSICA não toca, faz avaliação física.&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED .FÍSICA não respira, quebra carboidratos.&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED. FÍSICA não elogia, descreve processos.&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED. FÍSICA não tem reflexos, tem mensagem neurotransmitida involuntária.&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED. FÍSICA não facilita discussões, catalisa substratos.&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED. FÍSICA não transa, faz séries com muitas repetições.&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED. FÍSICA não admite algo sem resposta, analisa o hereditário.&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED. FÍSICA não fala, coordena vibrações nas cordas vocais.&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED. FÍSICA não pensa, faz sinapses.&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED. FÍSICA não toma susto, recebe resposta galvânica incoerente.&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED. FÍSICA não chora, produz secreções lacrimais.&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED. FÍSICA não espera retorno de chamadas, espera feedbacks.&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED. FISICA não se apaixona, sofre reações químicas!&lt;/div&gt;
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PROF. ED. FISICA não faz sexo, promove reações hormonais para fins de reprodução ou prazer pessoal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354645572769232285-4756946762573440916?l=artedeabstrair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Esquecer as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;
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Esquecer&amp;nbsp;o pouco que existiu&lt;br /&gt;
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Esquecer&amp;nbsp;os dias,&amp;nbsp;as tardes e as noites&lt;br /&gt;
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O toque,&amp;nbsp;o cheiro&amp;nbsp;e o gosto&lt;br /&gt;
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As risadas,&amp;nbsp;as conversas, as piadas e as lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;
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Esquecer&amp;nbsp;forma, cor e textura&lt;br /&gt;
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