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width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/CbolNG66l_A&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/8068281046473979066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/8068281046473979066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/8068281046473979066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/CbolNG66l_A/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-3305979420343817940</id><published>2011-01-05T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T04:33:29.063-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meus pensamentos"/><title type='text'>Profundamente adormecido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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Ainda nao estou bebado o bastante..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso de mais um pouco de ilusao...  acho que todos esses anos nao foram suficiente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É impressionante como o tempo passa rapido... 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&gt;Sim... O palhaco do tiririca foi eleito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;E o que mais eu posso fazer? Talvez seguindo a nossa boa e velha avestruz vou e enfiar minha cabeca dentro da areia pra tentar esconder a vergonha que sinto em ser brasileiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;Claro! O que mais posso fazer diante de tamanha falta de responsabilidade dos eleitores? Meu amigo se a voz do povo e a voz de deus, entao me deem uma faca pra eu cortar sua lingua agora!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;Que povinho nojento... E o pior... Nao adianta dizer que isso e culpa somente da falta de educacao e que os mais desfavorecidos sao influenciados etc e talz... nao!! Eu mesmo ja ouvi mil vezes gente com um alto grau de instrucao falar que ia votar em tiririca para tirar onda! Tirar onda???? TIRAR ONDA?? Pula no mar infestado de tubarão fd... so pra tirar onda, pula?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;Pra mim tirar onda e um cara aparecer na tv falando todas aquelas besteiras e mesmo assim ser ELEITO!! Mas que nada!! temos o melhor carnaval ne? A selecao brasileira e fuderosa... nao...  é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;Acho que somos excelentes em falar mal de nosso pais mas nao fazemos nada pra mudar nossa realidade... É comodo sentar na cadeira e chamar alguem de ladrão, de corrupto mas onde estao nossos proprios valores? Se tratamos o futuro do nosso pais e por consequencia nosso futuro com tanta falta de responsabilidade o que mais resta a fazer nesta terra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;Hoje realmente sinto uma imensa vergonha em ser brasileiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/8909291055106957277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/10/agora-e-so-apertar-o-gatilho.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/8909291055106957277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/8909291055106957277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/10/agora-e-so-apertar-o-gatilho.html' title='Agora e so apertar o gatilho...'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHtj1s9oLGyEBkeIGujLbEVc3ak9eZx0kQ5nkEttcRVdivMi4UpFEw4R_9vAUWY5FgQ8KOzgyu4iUngAHyNuDUDrv1VD2chAg-ef5eGHq70covo4svHPE2kMLXBFoOwinowxoCz6hpoO5/s72-c/tiririca_presidente.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-7500617559209520313</id><published>2010-09-09T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:37:20.123-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pensamentos"/><title type='text'>Vai uma salada ai?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2yPFvZwWKPxWBF38W1ilWV0JNJ0xSZPYwOY6NfVxuNRWV4NigjuS7M9OfZzklVXQcQ9Kf97bITDY3ywrDrYJqVYPC14BvXqsxz1hknyOLVfsYr4COjVEolX61_4t1WErVxBZ5sqlwveDA/s1600/aries-salada-carne-01g.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2yPFvZwWKPxWBF38W1ilWV0JNJ0xSZPYwOY6NfVxuNRWV4NigjuS7M9OfZzklVXQcQ9Kf97bITDY3ywrDrYJqVYPC14BvXqsxz1hknyOLVfsYr4COjVEolX61_4t1WErVxBZ5sqlwveDA/s400/aries-salada-carne-01g.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515092105224198578&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Semana passada me deparei com uma pessoa que me fez o comentario que acho mais idiota do mundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Disse que era vegetaria pois nao gostava de maltratar os animais e nao queria ve-los mortos!! Meu Deus!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Será possivel uma coisas dessas? Sera que passamos tanto tempo comendo nuggets em forma de lua, estrela etc, a ponto de esquecer a origem de tudo isso? Independente de ta comendo salada ou um boi inteiro de uma vez, a verdade e uma so: Estamos matando algo VIVO para que seu corpo sirva de alimento pro nosso! PONTO!!!! Independente se antes de morrer, berra, grita, sente dor, ou n faz nada!! Algo que um dia nasceu, cresceu e ate mesmo se reproduziu agora esta sendo morto para que voce possa continuar a viver!! Nos humanos gostamos muito de sutilizar as coisas... Fazemos isso com quase tudo!! Nos acostumamos tanto em pegar apenas pedacos de um todo que esquecemos que aquilo saiu de um animal! Bah! Nao acredito que é preciso viver 100% a realidade nao ate pq ninguem aguentaria... Porem viver imerso nao ilusao nao traz nenhum beneficio... Comparo esse tipo de gente que tenta sublimar sempre a realidade das coisas como um viciado em heroina que procura sempre sua droga para nao perceber que sua vida e uma m...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Vou e me arrumar aqui pra ir num rodizio fuderoso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/7500617559209520313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/09/vai-uma-salada-ai.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/7500617559209520313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/7500617559209520313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/09/vai-uma-salada-ai.html' title='Vai uma salada ai?'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2yPFvZwWKPxWBF38W1ilWV0JNJ0xSZPYwOY6NfVxuNRWV4NigjuS7M9OfZzklVXQcQ9Kf97bITDY3ywrDrYJqVYPC14BvXqsxz1hknyOLVfsYr4COjVEolX61_4t1WErVxBZ5sqlwveDA/s72-c/aries-salada-carne-01g.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-3659197748000262996</id><published>2010-06-24T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:37:19.838-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pensamentos"/><title type='text'>Frases</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqKHUxassXtDtftFYFtNwHLJ9_YtkZoNzdDm_CZPV7gcYzXj5hT0O4WEOXgWcPVzPWtPO9BUAGFgrR0yDsuK54q5tG55aM9feuAx2O6Y_XLRYFEdAIqFZQIL_FM8oC9bjaD_IfaSTqN-c/s1600/reflexao-gorila.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqKHUxassXtDtftFYFtNwHLJ9_YtkZoNzdDm_CZPV7gcYzXj5hT0O4WEOXgWcPVzPWtPO9BUAGFgrR0yDsuK54q5tG55aM9feuAx2O6Y_XLRYFEdAIqFZQIL_FM8oC9bjaD_IfaSTqN-c/s400/reflexao-gorila.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486518744976014610&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Há alguns anos atrás, conheci um pessoal que falava muito em chave! Que tudo era uma chave para algo! Confesso que na epoca enchi com esse papo de chave! Chave e o c... meu nome e zé pequeno!! Mas agora... depois de muito tempo sem ouvir ninguem me enchendo com esse papo, venho eu com a bendita chave... :P Que ironia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Quando dizem que algo é uma chave, é porque isto te faz refletir sobre algo que, por mais sem importancia que pareca inicialmente, desperta sua mente para um conhecimento que voce mesmo possui mas que so é alcancado atraves de uma certa reflexao. Entao, separei algumas frases de alguns dos meus autores/filmes preferidos que nao necessariamente serão chaves de para algum conhecimento mas que no minimo pode facilitar a vida de quem vive colocando frases sobre seu humor ou coisas do tipo no msn :P putz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;“Quanto mais nos elevamos, menores parecemos aos olhos daqueles que não sabem voar”(Nietzsche).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&quot;Evolua, mesmo que vc desmorone por dentro&quot;(Clube da luta)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&quot;Nascemos originais e morremos cópias&quot;. (Jung)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&quot;Não pretendo ser feliz, pretendo ser verdadeiro.&quot;(Nietszche)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&quot;Procure ser um homem de valor, em vez de procurar ser um homem de sucesso&quot;(Einsten)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&quot;Quem ama mente.&quot;(Byron)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&quot;Os espinhos que me feriram foram produzidos pelo arbusto que plantei&quot;(Byron)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&quot;Nada lhe posso dar que já não exista em você mesmo&quot; (Hermann Hesse)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&quot;Se voce odeia alguém, é porque odeia nele algo que faz parte de voce&quot;(Hermann Hesse)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&quot;O medo tem alguma utilidade, mas a covardia não&quot;(Gandhi)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&quot;Malandro é o pato, que já nasce com os dedos colados para não usar aliança!&quot;(desconhecido)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;kkkk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot;  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot; ;font-size:19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;PT-BR&quot;&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/3659197748000262996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/06/frases.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/3659197748000262996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/3659197748000262996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/06/frases.html' title='Frases'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqKHUxassXtDtftFYFtNwHLJ9_YtkZoNzdDm_CZPV7gcYzXj5hT0O4WEOXgWcPVzPWtPO9BUAGFgrR0yDsuK54q5tG55aM9feuAx2O6Y_XLRYFEdAIqFZQIL_FM8oC9bjaD_IfaSTqN-c/s72-c/reflexao-gorila.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-1602214807553573217</id><published>2010-06-21T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:02:27.641-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pensamentos"/><title type='text'>Samael...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ZiShfBmb-oA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/ZiShfBmb-oA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Toda história é contada pelos vencedores... Foi assim na 2 guerra, foi assim na guerra do uruguai, revolucao francesa e qualquer fato histórico que se tenha conhecimento! Claro que se tratando de religiao não existem fatos e sim ensinamentos em forma de metáforas para que as idéias pudessem ser absorvidas com mais facilidade pela povo que em sua maioria nao possuia muita educacao( bem diferente de hj em dia ne??? :P). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*Voltando... Sempre ouvi muito a respeito do mal que existe no ser humano mas nunca vi uma razao para uma vez q somos filhos de deus(e é?) e o barbudo e a fonte absoluta de todo o bem o mal so poderia vir de um tal de lucife, o diabo, bicho papao ou qq coisa assim! Mas nao somos filho do diabo tambem entao como podemos ter o mal dentro de nos?  E esse diabo ai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Como algo que e expulso todos os dias do corpo da galera em varias &quot;igrejas&quot; por qualquer pastor que saiba gritar pode ser a fonte inesgotavel de todo o mal? Acho que alguem ta nos contando a historia meio distorcida ne? Bom... fui ler algumas historias a respeito da criacao e vi uma que me agradou e explica um pouco as coisas(se e q isso tem explicacao). Entao... senta que la vem historia :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Deus criou tudo e resolveu tambem criar seres que o auxiliassem em seus servicos. Entao criou Samael, o primeiro Arcanjo. Como foi o primeiro era considerado o mais proximo de deus e portanto o mais perfeito. Passou muito tempo ate que deus resolveu criar novo arcanjos, porem cada vez que um novo era criado sua forca era um pouco menor ate que depois de 7 deus comecou a criar anjos( seres de hierarquia mais baixa que os arcanjos). Como ordenou que samael criasse a cidade de prata e que ensinasse aos outros arcanjos e anjos tudo aquilo que ele o ensinou e ele o fez... Samael logo foi apelidado de lucifer(ou o portador da luz) ja que como era o mais proximo de deus, emanava uma luz por todo o seu corpo. Lucifer foi fiel por muito tempo ate que comecou a questionar as vontades de deus... Tinha muitos seguidores no ceu e muitos comecaram a adorar mais a lucifer do que a deus ate que lucifer se reuniu com os arcanjos para criar uma rebeliao no ceu! Gabriel e outros negaram-se e declararam guerra a samael que reuniu um terco das hordas celestes contra deus! E perdeu!! kkkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Foi enviado para o submundo junto com seus comparsas e o ceu ficou de luto pois o seu mais perfeito arcanjo caiu em desgraca... Mas como diz o velho ditado... O apressado come quente ou frio :P entao lucifer esperou uma forma de se vingar e dai quem aparece? Eva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Sabe a historinha da maca? bom... foi um pouco diferente hein? Lucifer que era a serpente mostra a eva o sexo(ou vc acha que ela fica com vergonha da sua nudez porque?). E ela por sua vez mostra pra adao e os dois sao expulsos do paraiso!! Mais tarde eva da a luz a Caim filho de ?? Lucifer... e abel, filho de adao! Caim mata abel e deus o condena a vagar pra sempre pela terra sendo sua futura cria amaldicoada tb! Caim constroi uma cidade que prospera por um bom tempo mas que devido a uma guerra contra os descendentes de adao cai em desgraca... Porem um jovem bom sai desta cidade e cria uma familia... Um de seus filhos se chama NOE que depois cria a barca e salva o mundo da destruicao completa pela agua!! Eita!! Alguem pegou? lucifer pai de caim que gera descendentes que um deles e bonzinho que e pai de noe que se torna bem dizer o pai de todos nos!!! Ou seja... Todos temos de certa forma o sangue  de lucifer em nossas veias!! Claro isso tudo foi um mega resumo mas explicaria muita dessas historinhas ai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pois e... Agora vcs ainda acreditam que se existisse toda essa historia de bem e mal, deus e diabo etc... Vcs acham que o ser humano tem inteligencia e moral o suficiente para dar gritos e expulsar um ser que enganou ate a deus? E se existisse tudo isso com quem vcs acham que o ser humano e mais parecido?  Perae ne? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Vale ressaltar que nao acredito em nada disso! Mas me divirto muito com o impacto que essas coisas tem sobre algumas pessoas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Abracos!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/1602214807553573217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/06/samael.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/1602214807553573217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/1602214807553573217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/06/samael.html' title='Samael...'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-604178709536315533</id><published>2010-06-11T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T06:51:17.604-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pensamentos"/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDC9oMpjc7TJP5y1F9BcWdPZeM0UyQAX2yGOi6VQAaGF5dSfVK0hWx9X-8qKlHpGFNJNxizOMFoDwWeYl-iZhyphenhyphenNPinLYYgs3yiiz_1YISP7H7U2T74KqhoEciMVpnuUUJnoY5ZhjVO-4A/s1600/Arvore-seca_1795_1024x768.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDC9oMpjc7TJP5y1F9BcWdPZeM0UyQAX2yGOi6VQAaGF5dSfVK0hWx9X-8qKlHpGFNJNxizOMFoDwWeYl-iZhyphenhyphenNPinLYYgs3yiiz_1YISP7H7U2T74KqhoEciMVpnuUUJnoY5ZhjVO-4A/s400/Arvore-seca_1795_1024x768.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481512821356245266&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Essa semana tava dando umas &quot;voltas&quot; pela net e acabei me deparando com esse poema de Alvares de Azevedo. Mesmo sendo um dos meus preferidos(o poema) ha muitos anos nao o lia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEMBRANÇA DE  MORRER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;p style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Quando em meu peito rebentar-se a fibra,&lt;br /&gt;   Que o espírito enlaça à dor vivente,&lt;br /&gt;   Não derramem por mim nenhuma lágrima&lt;br /&gt;   Em pálpebra demente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   E nem desfolhem na matéria impura&lt;br /&gt;   A flor do vale que adormece ao vento:&lt;br /&gt;   Não quero que uma nota de alegria&lt;br /&gt;   Se cale por meu triste passamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Eu deixo a vida como deixa o tédio&lt;br /&gt;   Do deserto, o poento caminheiro,&lt;br /&gt;   – Como as horas de um longo pesadelo&lt;br /&gt;   Que se desfaz ao dobre de um sineiro;  &lt;br /&gt;   Como o desterro de minh’alma errante,&lt;br /&gt;   Onde fogo insensato a consumia:&lt;br /&gt;   Só levo uma saudade – é desses tempos&lt;br /&gt;   Que amorosa ilusão embelecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Só levo uma saudade – é dessas sombras&lt;br /&gt;   Que eu sentia velar nas noites minhas…&lt;br /&gt;   De ti, ó minha mãe, pobre coitada,&lt;br /&gt;   Que por minha tristeza te definhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   De meu pai… de meus únicos amigos,&lt;br /&gt;   Pouco - bem poucos – e que não zombavam&lt;br /&gt;   Quando, em noites de febre endoudecido,&lt;br /&gt;   Minhas pálidas crenças duvidavam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Se         uma lágrima as pálpebras me inunda,&lt;br /&gt;   Se um suspiro nos seios treme ainda,&lt;br /&gt;   É pela virgem que sonhei… que nunca&lt;br /&gt;   Aos lábios me encostou a face linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Só tu à mocidade sonhadora&lt;br /&gt;   Do pálido poeta deste flores…&lt;br /&gt;   Se viveu, foi por ti! e de esperança&lt;br /&gt;   De na vida gozar de teus amores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Beijarei a verdade santa e nua,&lt;br /&gt;   Verei cristalizar-se o sonho amigo…&lt;br /&gt;   Ó minha virgem dos errantes sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;   Filha do céu, eu vou amar contigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Descansem o meu leito solitário&lt;br /&gt;   Na floresta dos homens esquecida,&lt;br /&gt;   À sombra de uma cruz, e escrevam nela:&lt;br /&gt;   Foi poeta - sonhou - e amou na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sombras do vale, noites da montanha&lt;br /&gt;   Que minha alma cantou e amava tanto,&lt;br /&gt;   Protegei o meu corpo abandonado,&lt;br /&gt;   E no silêncio derramai-lhe canto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mas quando preludia ave d’aurora&lt;br /&gt;   E quando à meia-noite o céu repousa,&lt;br /&gt;   Arvoredos do bosque, abri os ramos…&lt;br /&gt;   Deixai a lua pratear-me a lousa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/604178709536315533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/06/essa-semana-tava-dando-umas-voltas-pela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/604178709536315533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/604178709536315533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/06/essa-semana-tava-dando-umas-voltas-pela.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDC9oMpjc7TJP5y1F9BcWdPZeM0UyQAX2yGOi6VQAaGF5dSfVK0hWx9X-8qKlHpGFNJNxizOMFoDwWeYl-iZhyphenhyphenNPinLYYgs3yiiz_1YISP7H7U2T74KqhoEciMVpnuUUJnoY5ZhjVO-4A/s72-c/Arvore-seca_1795_1024x768.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-1494439662127364582</id><published>2010-06-07T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:26:48.251-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brincadeiras"/><title type='text'>Para descontrair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/K0D8Z6NK73I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/K0D8Z6NK73I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E segunda feira comeca tudo de novo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colocar esse video aqui para descontrair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esses caras são muita onda e esse clipe em especial e o mais engracado de todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big richard is terrible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhauhahu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/1494439662127364582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/06/para-descontrair.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/1494439662127364582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/1494439662127364582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/06/para-descontrair.html' title='Para descontrair...'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-1892359473788325074</id><published>2010-06-03T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:22:44.936-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brincadeiras"/><title type='text'>Algoritmo da vida:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEvV5Zl9fau-5UsStpGWOxGYpRLcO4r_lZ-mXqZZTUcWj4yF9ITzXvM2Bf-zH1bFlUTVlfoiaKG2v_f6z4GZvYuGePh7_SJoqw-oUy67wPkxEVQ2pMH2KnzcxdyXSSyJ-JsSLleRshKKjp/s1600/Michelangelo+Cria%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEvV5Zl9fau-5UsStpGWOxGYpRLcO4r_lZ-mXqZZTUcWj4yF9ITzXvM2Bf-zH1bFlUTVlfoiaKG2v_f6z4GZvYuGePh7_SJoqw-oUy67wPkxEVQ2pMH2KnzcxdyXSSyJ-JsSLleRshKKjp/s400/Michelangelo+Cria%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478552772410152690&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-family:&#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:x-small;&quot;&gt;Michelangelo - the creation of Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brincadeira de nerd :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sera que compila?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kkkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Public void Vida()&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pessoa pessoa = new Pessoa()&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; pessoa.Idade=0;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pessoa.Esperanca=200;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pessoa.Aprendizado=0;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;int idadeQueCorpoSuporta = VerificarIdade(pessoa);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;while(pessoa.TemAlgoPraAprender() &amp;amp;&amp;amp; pessoa.Idade &lt;= idadeQueCorpoSuporta )&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;{&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;   &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pessoa.Idade++;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;   &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if(pessoa.Idade&gt;=40 || pessoa.Aprendizado&gt;=30)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;   &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;{&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;    &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pessoa.Esperanca = pessoa.Esperanca - 2;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; 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style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pessoa.Esperanca--;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;{&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;   &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aprendeSobreAlgo(pessoa);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; 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style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt; }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt; pessoa = null; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt; GC.Collect();&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  GC.WaitForPendingFinalizers();&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;}&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/1892359473788325074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/06/algoritmo-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/1892359473788325074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/1892359473788325074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/06/algoritmo-da-vida.html' title='Algoritmo da vida:'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEvV5Zl9fau-5UsStpGWOxGYpRLcO4r_lZ-mXqZZTUcWj4yF9ITzXvM2Bf-zH1bFlUTVlfoiaKG2v_f6z4GZvYuGePh7_SJoqw-oUy67wPkxEVQ2pMH2KnzcxdyXSSyJ-JsSLleRshKKjp/s72-c/Michelangelo+Cria%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-5035959608869276820</id><published>2010-05-30T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:33:43.445-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quadros"/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdKrSt9lyGl4dKi6yrYVAicS6uwQ7e1raNmi2mx_jrwE1EonWT0yfsap4CjviHwfjAlOj0SQClu04ghZGCabSohH8JpT8X5ztPiJCqo22CtSvpIxPXJ8FIbgqnFke8THLhabMINyAm600q/s1600/Eug%C3%A8ne_Delacroix.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdKrSt9lyGl4dKi6yrYVAicS6uwQ7e1raNmi2mx_jrwE1EonWT0yfsap4CjviHwfjAlOj0SQClu04ghZGCabSohH8JpT8X5ztPiJCqo22CtSvpIxPXJ8FIbgqnFke8THLhabMINyAm600q/s400/Eug%C3%A8ne_Delacroix.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477163335377553522&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;Eugène Delacroix - La &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;Liberté&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente... Fuderoso!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;&quot;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/5035959608869276820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/5035959608869276820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/5035959608869276820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdKrSt9lyGl4dKi6yrYVAicS6uwQ7e1raNmi2mx_jrwE1EonWT0yfsap4CjviHwfjAlOj0SQClu04ghZGCabSohH8JpT8X5ztPiJCqo22CtSvpIxPXJ8FIbgqnFke8THLhabMINyAm600q/s72-c/Eug%C3%A8ne_Delacroix.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-7091735573499546982</id><published>2010-05-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:21:18.701-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meus pensamentos"/><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/oLxJRjh2qgA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/oLxJRjh2qgA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante toda a minha vida  durante algumas festas em familia sempre meu pai ou algum tio em algum momento pegava o violao e tentava cantar essa música. Sempre achei ela muito bonita mas nao sabia nem quem a cantava...&lt;br /&gt;Agora, morando tao distante de toda minha familia vejo o quanto sou pequeno...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se esta muito proximo... As vezes e facil de esquecer tudo o que cada pessoa que esta ali do seu lado ja fez e ja passou... Mas agora...&lt;br /&gt;Nao sou... e provavelmente nunca serei metade do homem que meu pai ja foi e continua a ser...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca tive tantos desafios como os dele... Nunca tive tantos obstaculos e tanta forca para passar por cima de tudo vitorioso como ele...&lt;br /&gt;É... a maior parte dos meus idolos sao feitos de carne e osso...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do meu pai...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/7091735573499546982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/05/pensamentos_25.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/7091735573499546982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/7091735573499546982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/05/pensamentos_25.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-4626682445534113029</id><published>2010-05-25T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T18:46:31.279-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meus pensamentos"/><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG7qR7EO2td8ef8R0Y21WizH9ZSC5dKL7JwAK8tHiwoqMDykpPv2i1xuwLPBexDwgPPBzJO4eWC8G1u4rHW7OFesh9MCgXqGmBRQGYnroO1VypU-Ug25B9e0jXSZlZ2ifjJ01z_d-d2Us-/s1600/mocanajanela_dali.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG7qR7EO2td8ef8R0Y21WizH9ZSC5dKL7JwAK8tHiwoqMDykpPv2i1xuwLPBexDwgPPBzJO4eWC8G1u4rHW7OFesh9MCgXqGmBRQGYnroO1VypU-Ug25B9e0jXSZlZ2ifjJ01z_d-d2Us-/s400/mocanajanela_dali.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475388550309987362&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                   &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman;&quot;&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silencio e realmente pertubador...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto anos...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto pensar...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto se revoltar...&lt;br /&gt;Não existe mais nada a dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Todas as arvores já foram cortadas...&lt;br /&gt;E os rios, manchados com sangue...&lt;br /&gt;A princesa esta morta! A virgem&lt;br /&gt;se prostituiu, o copo secou&lt;br /&gt;E o povo ainda continua&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo mais festa...&lt;br /&gt;Quem vive no meio de porcos inevitavelmente&lt;br /&gt;se tranformara em um...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se destroi a propria alma&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais pode-se fazer alem de abrir os bracos&lt;br /&gt;e esperar voar pois o chao e uma questao de tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Como obter agua de um poço vazio?&lt;br /&gt;Toda energia um dia se despersa...&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta fazer mais nada&lt;br /&gt;pois nao existe absolutamente nada&lt;br /&gt;que um dia, possa verdadeiramente mudar...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/4626682445534113029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/05/pensamentos.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/4626682445534113029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/4626682445534113029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/05/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG7qR7EO2td8ef8R0Y21WizH9ZSC5dKL7JwAK8tHiwoqMDykpPv2i1xuwLPBexDwgPPBzJO4eWC8G1u4rHW7OFesh9MCgXqGmBRQGYnroO1VypU-Ug25B9e0jXSZlZ2ifjJ01z_d-d2Us-/s72-c/mocanajanela_dali.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-3050287483930634271</id><published>2010-04-26T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T17:18:32.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Fim da Era Cristã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2bjOSOf6n6rclXlGfQSHDhWVdTp7_t3pNYOuk2gLYEbifskRp8w4fdN7uaFvNhhTHYtzhZ4HugSohftnPdgXXtCabO3L0YGWLN4B1BtJB0onfAwgqTj98ZpffMfPTmFsHKT5IjdP2M0i/s1600/red10img62789dh.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2bjOSOf6n6rclXlGfQSHDhWVdTp7_t3pNYOuk2gLYEbifskRp8w4fdN7uaFvNhhTHYtzhZ4HugSohftnPdgXXtCabO3L0YGWLN4B1BtJB0onfAwgqTj98ZpffMfPTmFsHKT5IjdP2M0i/s400/red10img62789dh.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464604712295422194&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;O inevitável se aproxima...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Durante séculos foi-se montado o grande picadeiro... Mas o palhaco agora nao possui mais tanta graca. Cristo tentou... Mas no fim... Tudo o que pregou se tornou o inverso do que foi passado. Toda a liberdade da alma passada foi institucionalizada! Em vez de destruirem, criaram milhares de templos... Em vez de se voltarem para dentro de si e encontrarem o paraiso em si mesmos, nos matamos em busca de promessas externas. Todo o amor pelo ser humano foi colocado em segundo plano e o amor a sua propria religiao e seu deus, colocado em primeiro. Ironico isso nao? Nao gosto de generalizacoes pois toda opiniao generalizada falta com uma parte da verdade... Porem, esse meu post nao sera dedicado as excessoes(a essas pessoas peco desculpas) e sim a toda a massa desesperada que se arrasta pela terra. Ate o momento, nao conheci nenhum cristão que amasse o próximo como a si mesmo! Ja vi muitos falarem disso mas nenhuma que de fato praticassem... Na verdade o que vi foi colocarem deus como algo de extrema importancia e o humano como secundário. Que coisa nao? Uma religião onde seu deus e sacrificado para nos salvar, acabar nao ser bem voltada ao ser humano...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Já aconteceram tantas coisas... tantas injusticas... tantas pessoas mortas em nome de um deus intocavel... e a religiao se tornou tao distante de nos que hoje em dia sao poucos os verdadeiros praticantes... Muitos falam que sao cristoes por terem medo de nao o serem( e irem pro inferno :P) ou por nao terem capacidade de pensar sozinhos e de repente se verem como ateus ou como qq outra coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Ideias velhas... Sao contra camisinha enquanto o mundo se acaba em doencas... Nao aprovam a separacao em um mundo onde as pessoas dificilmente vivem uma vida inteira juntos... Enfim, como disse antes nao e bem pro ser humano que o cristianismo e voltado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;As vezes tenho pena de jesus... Que se nao foi apenas um icone criado para enrolar a massa deve ter sofrido muito ao ver o que suas ideias se tornaram...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Tem coisa mais nojenta do que ver algumas ramificacoes do cristianismo tirando dinheiro de seus seguidores que nao possuem nada na vida? Que fazem o maior esforco para conseguirem pelomenos sobreviver? Privados de tudo em vida e ainda destinados a contribuir com algumas igrejas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Já pensaram que o verdadeiro mal nunca vem vestido a carater? se existisse bem e mal voce acha que o mal seria burro o suficiente de vir de preto dando risadas diabolicas? Veja o ser humano por exemplo e veja as pessoas que mais fizeram mal a humanidade... Voce acha que alguma delas se achava do mal? Na verdade as pessoas mais perigosas que existiram, lutavam por algo que acreditavam maior que elas e que ao seu ponto de vista estavam trazendo o bem para seu povo... Hitler e um bom exemplo disso ou voce acha que na epoca em que ele estava no poder(antes da guerra) ele era visto como o homem do mal? Pra quem nao sabe ele foi eleito pela revista times como o homem do ano! E vejam no que deu... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Enfim... de uma forma ou de outra vejo todos os dias que o cristianismo se distanciou muito de sua forma original e tirando os desesperados que esses realmente nao tem mais ao que se apegar... e os medrosos que esses na verdade nunca mudarao em nenhuma area de sua vida... O resto esta cada vez mais consciente e depois que se abre os olhos, dificilmente volta-se a fecha-los novamente. Não acredito que o cristianismo ira de fato parar de existir... somente nao tera mais tanta influencia social que possue hj...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/3050287483930634271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-fim-da-era-crista.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/3050287483930634271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/3050287483930634271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-fim-da-era-crista.html' title='O Fim da Era Cristã'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2bjOSOf6n6rclXlGfQSHDhWVdTp7_t3pNYOuk2gLYEbifskRp8w4fdN7uaFvNhhTHYtzhZ4HugSohftnPdgXXtCabO3L0YGWLN4B1BtJB0onfAwgqTj98ZpffMfPTmFsHKT5IjdP2M0i/s72-c/red10img62789dh.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-1942340636430975863</id><published>2010-04-25T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:07:22.849-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="livros"/><title type='text'>Lobo da Estepe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpEoykxB1J-o_IP0aHtTVKYhvYGyix2hD7EvEYfo5P1RLXrdKB5_9lU22r8zAC5Ef8QAu0jbkT-qyX6OQQL1ZXFqJylfDWoIZvfD9Y95JU5pjXW1L4w_waHZHGcBSmSQP5Krpqj79xXwxj/s1600/wolf.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpEoykxB1J-o_IP0aHtTVKYhvYGyix2hD7EvEYfo5P1RLXrdKB5_9lU22r8zAC5Ef8QAu0jbkT-qyX6OQQL1ZXFqJylfDWoIZvfD9Y95JU5pjXW1L4w_waHZHGcBSmSQP5Krpqj79xXwxj/s400/wolf.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464308371200287282&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Sabia subtrair-se a todas essas coisas, à custa de grandes sacrifícios, e nisso residiam sua força e virtude, nisso era inflexível e incorruptível, nisso seu caráter era firme e retilíneo. Só que a essa virtude estavam intimamente ligados seu sofrimento e seu destino. Ocorria a ele o que se da com todos: o que buscava e desejava com um impulso intimo do seu ser acabava por ser-lhe concedido, mas em grau demasiadamente superior ao que convém a um homem. A princípio, o que obtinha parecia-lhe um sonho e uma satisfação, mas logo se revelava como sendo o seu amargo destino. Assim, o poderoso era arruinado pelo poder, o rico pelo dinheiro, o subserviente pela submissão, o luxurioso pela luxúria. O Lobo da Estepe perecia por sua própria independência. Havia alcançado sua meta, seria sempre independente, ninguém haveria de mandar nele, jamais faria algo para ser agradável aos outros. Só e livre, decidia sobre seus atos e omissões. Pois todo homem forte alcança indefectivelmente o que um verdadeiro impulso lhe ordena buscar. Mas em meio à liberdade alcançada Harry compreendia de súbito que essa liberdade era a morte, que estava só, que o mundo o deixara em paz de uma inquietante maneira, que ninguém mais se importava com ele, nem ele próprio, e que afogava aos poucos numa atmosfera cada vez mais tênue de falta de relações e de isolamento...”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;O Lobo da Estepe.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/1942340636430975863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/04/lobo-da-estepe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/1942340636430975863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/1942340636430975863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/04/lobo-da-estepe.html' title='Lobo da Estepe...'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpEoykxB1J-o_IP0aHtTVKYhvYGyix2hD7EvEYfo5P1RLXrdKB5_9lU22r8zAC5Ef8QAu0jbkT-qyX6OQQL1ZXFqJylfDWoIZvfD9Y95JU5pjXW1L4w_waHZHGcBSmSQP5Krpqj79xXwxj/s72-c/wolf.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-5382055209792536480</id><published>2010-04-25T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:59:44.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOMPH! Auf Kurs</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/cwNXrCVYZXo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/cwNXrCVYZXo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nova semana, antigos pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traducao da musica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só porque minha morte é lenta&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é você&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei exatamente sobre onde nenhum homem jamais esteve&lt;br /&gt;Estou perto de você&lt;br /&gt;Estou perto de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim só branco brilhante&lt;br /&gt;Aqui em profundidade o gelo eterno&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma bússola perdida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou no caminho certo&lt;br /&gt;de costas&lt;br /&gt;para você&lt;br /&gt;A tempestade empurra-me sobre o mar&lt;br /&gt;em frente&lt;br /&gt;a partir daqui&lt;br /&gt;Estou procurando as nossas pegadas na neve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só porque as maguas para a morte&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso te repelir desdenhosamente&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso te tratar com desprezo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quando meu sangue nas veias gela&lt;br /&gt;Estou tocado&lt;br /&gt;Estou tocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi através do Inferno&lt;br /&gt;a partir de seu frio&lt;br /&gt;e todos esperamos esquecidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou no caminho certo&lt;br /&gt;de costas&lt;br /&gt;para você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tempestade empurra-me sobre o mar&lt;br /&gt;em frente&lt;br /&gt;a partir daqui&lt;br /&gt;perder-me, porque eu estou no caminho certo&lt;br /&gt;de costas&lt;br /&gt;para você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tempestade empurra-me sobre o mar&lt;br /&gt;Em frente, a partir daqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou procurando as nossas pegadas na neve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oomph!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/5382055209792536480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/04/oomph-auf-kurs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/5382055209792536480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/5382055209792536480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/04/oomph-auf-kurs.html' title='OOMPH! Auf Kurs'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-9128561367843152742</id><published>2010-04-06T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:46:09.641-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videos"/><title type='text'>zeitgeist</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/uXCVAkJyZ6w&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/uXCVAkJyZ6w&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; height=&quot;364&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou apenas dar o aperitivo...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/9128561367843152742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/04/zeitgeist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/9128561367843152742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/9128561367843152742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/04/zeitgeist.html' title='zeitgeist'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-8454338693505877847</id><published>2010-04-06T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:26:11.353-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="livros"/><title type='text'>Pensamentos(Hesse)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZfHqtvjxDWFnnQwNsnWk7uBNIdrEk7BUGWn_dSm5RMPEnyr4199-gCXYHwCJSt1lpdIYhhDwx3ay3tc7J84tB4dCF2y2Y26_GwA2qcGxqEmf_mRXgQyHbOtSWrA7Fnk14CcSgVfu_f-pW/s1600/EliseuVisconti_trigal.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZfHqtvjxDWFnnQwNsnWk7uBNIdrEk7BUGWn_dSm5RMPEnyr4199-gCXYHwCJSt1lpdIYhhDwx3ay3tc7J84tB4dCF2y2Y26_GwA2qcGxqEmf_mRXgQyHbOtSWrA7Fnk14CcSgVfu_f-pW/s320/EliseuVisconti_trigal.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457185098686567554&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais envelhecia, quanto mais insípidas me pareciam as pequenas satisfações que a vida me dava, tanto mais claramente compreendia onde eu deveria procurar a fonte das alegrias da vida. Aprendi que ser amado não é nada, enquanto amar é tudo (...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dinheiro não era nada, o poder não era nada. Vi tanta gente que tinha dinheiro e poder, e mesmo assim era infeliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beleza não era nada. Vi homens e mulheres belos, infelizes, apesar de sua beleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também a saúde não contava tanto assim. Cada um tem a saúde que sente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia doentes cheios de vontade de viver e havia sadios que definhavam angustiados pelo medo de sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é amor, só isto.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz é quem sabe amar. Feliz é quem pode amar muito.&lt;br /&gt;Mas amar e desejar não é a mesma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;O amor é o desejo que atingiu a sabedoria.&lt;br /&gt;O amor não quer possuir.&lt;br /&gt;O amor quer somente amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hermann Hesse)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/8454338693505877847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/04/pensamentoshesse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/8454338693505877847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/8454338693505877847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/04/pensamentoshesse.html' title='Pensamentos(Hesse)'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZfHqtvjxDWFnnQwNsnWk7uBNIdrEk7BUGWn_dSm5RMPEnyr4199-gCXYHwCJSt1lpdIYhhDwx3ay3tc7J84tB4dCF2y2Y26_GwA2qcGxqEmf_mRXgQyHbOtSWrA7Fnk14CcSgVfu_f-pW/s72-c/EliseuVisconti_trigal.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-6175194227562333515</id><published>2010-03-31T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:58:04.558-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musicas"/><title type='text'>O mundo e um moinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/oifa4UZweRQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/oifa4UZweRQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao gosto muito de mpb nao. Mas, ouvi algumas musicas que tive que abrir minha guarda. Essa musica e fuderosa... Principalmente se vc escutar sabendo da historia(ou lenda n sei da veracidade). Dizem que ele fez a musica para a filha quando descobriu q a mesma estava se prostituindo... Vale a pena escutar :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/6175194227562333515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-mundo-e-um-moinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/6175194227562333515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/6175194227562333515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-mundo-e-um-moinho.html' title='O mundo e um moinho'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-4999945685243142578</id><published>2010-03-30T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:35:57.882-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pensamentos"/><title type='text'>Fé nas pessoas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Rv9sL5shqZI3TBU7uuVFrjx6svq75tIfsSuxYeIgKZCBwRzRFOzazi1ITLg2i0XH8wq0Xfnf8RQzTMzMsXvOi1IE-9kG7Ox8O_k6gxsw9iyelSBqiapHlB1yj_UOoKrex7wKN9HaBROy/s1600/semEsperanca.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Rv9sL5shqZI3TBU7uuVFrjx6svq75tIfsSuxYeIgKZCBwRzRFOzazi1ITLg2i0XH8wq0Xfnf8RQzTMzMsXvOi1IE-9kG7Ox8O_k6gxsw9iyelSBqiapHlB1yj_UOoKrex7wKN9HaBROy/s320/semEsperanca.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454576426861405410&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que pelomenos algum dia, cada um de nos já se pegou lembrando de uma epoca muito boa das nossas vidas... Aquele momento que olhamos para um ponto qualquer e viajamos para bem distante no espaco/tempo. Lembramos de todas as coisas que sentiamos, observamos como as coisas eram e como mudaram com o tempo... de tudo que que sonhamos para nosso futuro... O que aconteceu com voce agora? Onde esta aquele sorriso simples? As vezes, quanto mais progredimos em nossa vida, mais regredimos para nos mesmos...&lt;br /&gt;Quantas pessoas voce conhece que realmente valem a pena para voce? Quantas realmente se preocupam com voce? Mesmo estando entre multidoes, estamos completamente sozinhos na maior parte do tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei o que acontece... Nao sei o porque de nada disso... Mas somos ensinados desde cedo a nos transformar em algo não-humano... Acredito que somos grandes invejosos... Em geral, todos adoram criancas mas sempre querem torna-la algo mais parecido com adulto. Nao faca isso, Nao grite, Fale baixo, peca desculpas mesmo estando certo... se socialize... mate-se internamente... &lt;br /&gt;Quando crescemos, perdemos nossa luz... Somos jogados em meio a uma multidao de zumbis intelectuais. Falam demais sobre tudo mas nao conhecem absolutamente nada sobre nada! E nao adianta lutar contra... Infelizmente... Voce tambem e um deles...&lt;br /&gt;como Nietzsche disse : &quot;Quem luta com monstros deve velar por que, ao fazê-lo, não se transforme também em monstro. se tu olhares, durante muito tempo, para um abismo, o abismo também olha para dentro de ti.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Nao adianta... Voce nao vai mudar, o mundo nao vai mudar... Quantas pessoas ja tentaram fazer algo diferente e acabaram se tornando o que odiavam? robespierre, Dantom, che guevara, Karl Marx, Lutero... Enfim... &lt;br /&gt;Inventamos o robo quando comecamos a olhar para o espelho</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/4999945685243142578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/03/fe-nas-pessoas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/4999945685243142578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/4999945685243142578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/03/fe-nas-pessoas.html' title='Fé nas pessoas?'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Rv9sL5shqZI3TBU7uuVFrjx6svq75tIfsSuxYeIgKZCBwRzRFOzazi1ITLg2i0XH8wq0Xfnf8RQzTMzMsXvOi1IE-9kG7Ox8O_k6gxsw9iyelSBqiapHlB1yj_UOoKrex7wKN9HaBROy/s72-c/semEsperanca.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-9084475514632051013</id><published>2010-03-19T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:09:35.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada a declarar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/H34mLyobstc&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/H34mLyobstc&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/9084475514632051013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/03/nada-declarar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/9084475514632051013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/9084475514632051013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/03/nada-declarar.html' title='Nada a declarar'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-959679525666553846</id><published>2010-01-20T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T07:18:38.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1C4ZO46L8DzZH3MUF8AAW1VPAPMTTfBA3p1hegnbxBkiA6Q4CAZHrdVHKXxaAjbOCZ4zcoeLGPE532zp2vdz58Vloqm8Q2un6YzFiLYVCeX4AO-0Id23gAc_QlGg1OzgnqAYnchBECX-1/s1600-h/saudade.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1C4ZO46L8DzZH3MUF8AAW1VPAPMTTfBA3p1hegnbxBkiA6Q4CAZHrdVHKXxaAjbOCZ4zcoeLGPE532zp2vdz58Vloqm8Q2un6YzFiLYVCeX4AO-0Id23gAc_QlGg1OzgnqAYnchBECX-1/s320/saudade.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429212796236750434&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante toda a nossa vida, perdemos tanto tempo nos preocupando com coisas sem valor que so nos damos conta do que realmente importava qd já não possuimos mais o que nos fazia bem de verdade. Sempre tive essa consciencia mas agora que estou distante de tudo que realmente tinha algum valor para mim e que tenho ideia da sensacao de vazio que bate dentro de nos. No inicio tudo e bom, chegar na sua propria casa, fazendo tudo do seu jeito, conheceno pessoas de uma cultura bem diferente da sua  e algo q empolga qualquer um no inicio...&lt;br /&gt;No entando... passado a euforia, bate a depressao...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades da minha familia e toda aquela barulheira diaria. De ser chamado de &quot;titio&quot;...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade em ter que  dizer pro meu sobrinho se virar e aprender a perder no videogame :(&lt;br /&gt;De ter discursoes infindaveis com meu pai... De ficar doente e ser mimado pela minha mae :&quot;(&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus amigos...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei que fosse tão dificil seguir meu caminho sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente , na vida, a cada escolha vamos tendo que deixar uma parte de nos mesmos pelo caminho para conseguirmos seguir adiante...&lt;br /&gt;So nao sabia que era tao dificil...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Saudades...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/959679525666553846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/959679525666553846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/959679525666553846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1C4ZO46L8DzZH3MUF8AAW1VPAPMTTfBA3p1hegnbxBkiA6Q4CAZHrdVHKXxaAjbOCZ4zcoeLGPE532zp2vdz58Vloqm8Q2un6YzFiLYVCeX4AO-0Id23gAc_QlGg1OzgnqAYnchBECX-1/s72-c/saudade.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4030866998840883587.post-4798615829215882146</id><published>2009-09-03T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:42:35.655-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meus pensamentos"/><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkkwTT4ziD35ahGSOebMURkg4bN5Zsczt5NeajbEkmwa33ZxQ8WjtiknakMKaYQ07xWxpgmaSAI5aRncJOZoOV4_xU_T4ne_jbFMshJUrCEjW0JzIBZrU7Ua-91oEu4W8nRNMUD0Ra8kyJ/s1600-h/dc+new+frontier+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkkwTT4ziD35ahGSOebMURkg4bN5Zsczt5NeajbEkmwa33ZxQ8WjtiknakMKaYQ07xWxpgmaSAI5aRncJOZoOV4_xU_T4ne_jbFMshJUrCEjW0JzIBZrU7Ua-91oEu4W8nRNMUD0Ra8kyJ/s320/dc+new+frontier+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377359117641775346&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;As vezes, sinto-me capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;De criar estrelas com um olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;As vezes penso criar mundos mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;Complexos que átomos de diamantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;A luz que brilha em teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;Não passam de faíscas em meio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;A escuridão de teus pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;Sinto o cheiro gracioso da morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;Tão perto que as vezes sinto-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;Capaz de tocar em suas pétalas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;A saudade de um tempo criador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;A angustia de uma vida pertubadora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;Tudo parece uma simples manivela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;A dar voltas idênticas e sempre acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;No mesmo lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;Queria poder ser capaz, de criar um cobertor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;Para me proteger deste frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;Queria poder ser capaz de voar para bem longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;E me esconder entre as nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;Queria sentir o cheiro do orvalho ao cair da noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;Queria Sentir o cheiro de terra molhada ao por do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;As estrelas escontram-se tao distantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;Gostaria de poder toca-las... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;Pelomenos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;&quot; &gt;Uma vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/feeds/4798615829215882146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-vezes-sinto-me-capaz-de-criar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/4798615829215882146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4030866998840883587/posts/default/4798615829215882146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckrei.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-vezes-sinto-me-capaz-de-criar.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>Rodrigo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17300955797504879804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-MHkZmaTcXw/SgOV-cHV4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/mXRlX9wf79A/S220/Imagem+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkkwTT4ziD35ahGSOebMURkg4bN5Zsczt5NeajbEkmwa33ZxQ8WjtiknakMKaYQ07xWxpgmaSAI5aRncJOZoOV4_xU_T4ne_jbFMshJUrCEjW0JzIBZrU7Ua-91oEu4W8nRNMUD0Ra8kyJ/s72-c/dc+new+frontier+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>