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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A cerimônia do Oscar 2012, comandada pelo ator e comediante Billy Crystal (A Máfia Volta ao Divã), será realizada em 26 de fevereiro, no Teatro Kodak, em Los Angeles, com transmissão ao vivo para mais de 200 países.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O filme de Martin Scorsese "A Invenção de Hugo Cabret" lidera a lista, com 11 indicações da Academia; o filme francês "O Artista", principal vencedor em premiações anteriores, tem 10 indicações, e "O Homem que Mudou o Jogo" tem seis. Sergio Mendes e Carlinhos Brown concorrem ao prêmio de melhor canção original, pelo tema da animação "Rio".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Confira a lista completa dos indicados:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Filme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Os Descendentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Histórias Cruzadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tão Forte e Tão Perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Invenção de Hugo Cabret&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Homem Que Mudou o Jogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cavalo de Guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Artista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Meia-Noite em Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Árvore da Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Diretor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Woody Allen (Meia-Noite em Paris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Michel Hazanavicius (O Artista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Alexander Payne (Os Descendentes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Martin Scorsese (A Invenção de Hugo Cabret)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Terrence Malick (A Árvore da Vida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Ator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;George Clooney (Os Descendentes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Brad Pitt (O Homem Que Mudou o Jogo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jean Dujardin (O Artista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gary Oldman (O Espião Que Sabia Demais)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Demián Bichir (A Better Life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Ator Coadjuvante&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Kenneth Branagh (Sete Dias Com Marilyn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jonah Hill (O Homem Que Mudou o Jogo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Christopher Plummer (Toda Forma de Amor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nick Nolte (Guerreiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Max von Sydow (Tão Forte e Tão Perto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Atriz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Glenn Close (Albert Nobbs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Viola Davis (Histórias Cruzadas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Rooney Mara (Millennium - Os Homens Que Não Amavam as Mulheres)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Meryl Streep (A Dama de Ferro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Michelle Williams (Sete Dias Com Marilyn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Atriz Coadjuvante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bérénice Bejo (O Artista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jessica Chastain (Histórias Cruzadas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Janet McTeer (Albert Nobbs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Octavia Spencer (Histórias Cruzadas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Melissa McCarthy (Missão Madrinha de Casamento)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Roteiro Adaptado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Os Descendentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Invenção de Hugo Cabret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Homem que Mudou o Jogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tudo Pelo Poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Espião Que Sabia Demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Roteiro Original&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Artista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Missão Madrinha de Casamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Meia Noite em Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Separação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Margin Call - O Dia Antes do Fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Animação&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Um Gato em Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Chico &amp;amp; Rita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Kung Fu Panda 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gato de Botas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Rango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Filme Estrangeiro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bullhead (Bélgica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Monsieur Lazhar (Canadá)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Separação (Irã)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Footnote (Israel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In Darkness (Polônia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Documentário (Longa)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If a Tree Falls: A Story of the Earth Liberation Front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Paradise Lost 3: Purgatory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Undefeated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hell and Back Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Documentário (Curta)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Barber of Birmingham: Foot Soldier of the Civil Rights Movement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God is the Bigger Elvis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Incident in New Baghdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Saving Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Tsunami and the Cherry Blossom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Curta-Metragem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pentecost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Raju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Time Freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tuba Atlantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Curta-Metragem (Animação)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dimanche/ Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;La Luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Morning Stroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wild Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Direção de Arte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O Artista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Invenção de Hugo Cabret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Harry Potter e as Relíquias da Morte - Parte 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cavalo de Guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Meia Noite em Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Fotografia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Artista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Millennium - Os Homens Que Não Amavam as Mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Invenção de Hugo Cabret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Árvore da Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cavalo de Guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Figurino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Artista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Invenção de Hugo Cabret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;W.E. - O Romance do Século&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Anônimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Maquiagem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Albert Nobbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Harry Potter e as Relíquias da Morte - Parte 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Dama de Ferro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Montagem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Os Descendentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Homem que Mudou o Jogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Invenção de Hugo Cabret&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Millennium - Os Homens Que Não Amavam as Mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Artista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Trilha Sonora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As Aventuras de Tintim: O Segredo do Licorne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Artista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Espião que Sabia Demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cavalo de Guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Invenção de Hugo Cabret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Canção&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Man or Muppet (Os Muppets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Real in Rio (Rio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Edição de Som&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cavalo de Guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Millennium - Os Homens Que Não Amavam as Mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Invenção de Hugo Cabret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Transformers: O Lado Oculto da Lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Efeitos Sonoros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Millennium - Os Homens Que Não Amavam as Mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Transformers: O Lado Oculto da Lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cavalo de Guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Invenção de Hugo Cabret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Homem Que Mudou o Jogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor Efeitos Visuais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Harry Potter e as Relíquias da Morte - Parte II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Invenção de Hugo Cabret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gigantes de Aço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Planeta dos Macacos: A Origem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Transformers: O Lado Oculto da Lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-4818201103224412508?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4tjLJu61bsI/TxoteeupNMI/AAAAAAAAAx0/VbtWjQXQY5Y/s1600/Homens+-+Esperar+faz+bem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4tjLJu61bsI/TxoteeupNMI/AAAAAAAAAx0/VbtWjQXQY5Y/s320/Homens+-+Esperar+faz+bem.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Foi uma semana&amp;nbsp;difícil, mas quem não teve uma semana&amp;nbsp;difícil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Perdi a voz, não cantar é como um castigo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Perdi o&amp;nbsp;raciocínio&amp;nbsp;para escrever, como um bloqueio para que o que eu estava sentindo nestes dias ficassem lá, nestes dias, como algo para ser sagrado ou esquecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Entre tantos pensamentos e poucas horas em pé ou sentado, acabo que por&amp;nbsp;amnesia, uma escolha para com as novas horas que se seguem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu só sentia dor, só concentrava-me na dor, e&amp;nbsp;no momento em que os&amp;nbsp;analgésicos&amp;nbsp;faziam efeito mergulhava em um sono merecido, merecido por estar vivo. Entendo em partes que a dor ajudou, ela fez com que eu olhasse para quem estava me sustentando, mostrando quem sentiria todas as dores até o fim; ninguém quer sentir dor, os remédios ajudam mas nem sempre curam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ninguém quer saber como você se sentiu, ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-8119464019824899891?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Essa deve ser a pergunta do porquê escolho me levantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-7245203268686969722?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mais uma vez a dor passou, ela sempre passa; no instante em que me vi no meio da avenida entre os carros percebi que logo acabaria, o medo seria passageiro e os sinais logo fechariam, mas não consegui, em plena movimentação vi que seria&amp;nbsp;fatídico&amp;nbsp;o encontro com que findaria a luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Entrei no&amp;nbsp;ressinto&amp;nbsp;como se estivesse em&amp;nbsp;câmera&amp;nbsp;lenta, com um olhar&amp;nbsp;fulminante&amp;nbsp;comecei a fitar os olhos de desejo, aquele que já esteve com o olhar perdido na avenida hoje faz suas escolhas, talvez tenha renascido, talvez aprendido a surpreender. As luzes em ritmo acelerado seguia o ritmo de suas vontades, em suas mãos&amp;nbsp;fluía&amp;nbsp;o que as palavras não conseguiriam explicar, sua boca ficou explicita numa leve aproximação, e de tudo o que poderia pensar e fazer, sabia o que queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tomados pelo suor, uma sensação de estase e ritmo.. uma dança, um laço de seu corpo, um som que se estima, que se busca e prova-se. Poderiam parar o tempo, mas que não parassem o movimento, quase um ritual que se consagra pelos instintos e seriam estes os determinantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Brilha uma luz por uma porta aberta&lt;/div&gt;
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Vida e Amor eu vou separar&lt;/div&gt;
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volte aqui porque preciso mais de você&lt;/div&gt;
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Sinta o batimento cardíaco em minha mente&lt;/div&gt;
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[...]&amp;nbsp;Achamos o amor em um lugar sem esperança" (We Found Love - Rihanna)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-1745507594517073280?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;O Livro &lt;i&gt;O Pequeno Príncipe&lt;/i&gt; é do escritor &lt;b&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;e traz uma leitura fantástica a todos que tiverem a oportunidade de lê-lo; essa postagem em especial tem algo que chamam de &lt;i&gt;Spoiler&lt;/i&gt;, o que seria a revelação de parte ou todo o contexto dele, fica a seu&amp;nbsp;critério&amp;nbsp;continuar a leitura, a você que já conhece a história fico feliz de compartilhar minhas percepções. Talvez o que eu tenha escrito não seja a melhor coisa a fazer, mas é o que senti, é meu vulcão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Suas personagens não tem nome, o que torna o leitor parte dela. O autor me fez a alusão de que toda a história teria um significado muito mais profundo ao citar seu desenho da jiboia digerindo um elefante e que "pessoas grandes" nunca entenderiam seu significado, caso não fosse explicito, o que não era sua intenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Tudo me levou a entender que toda menção a personagem,&amp;nbsp;característica&amp;nbsp;e ambiente eram o próprio autor ou leitor e é o que ele queria que as pessoas &amp;nbsp;vissem dentro e ao redor de si, vou tentar ser o mais objetivo&amp;nbsp;possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;A viagem através do deserto foram seus pensamentos, lá ele achou que estaria sozinho para pensar em seus problemas e sua vida; ao surgir do pequeno príncipe enxerguei seu &lt;i&gt;alter ego&lt;/i&gt;, uma criança que não se preocupava muito com questionamentos dos outros mas que jamais desistia dos seus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Os pequenos planetas seria corações/sentimentos e a própria pessoa; a rosa foi o amor que brotou em seu coração, os espinhos mostram que o amor também fere, e que quando somos a rosa ferimos alguém também; os baobás seriam sentimentos ruins que devem ser arrancados antes que criem&amp;nbsp;raízes; os vulcões são como&amp;nbsp;válvulas&amp;nbsp;de escape, devemos colocar para fora o que sentimos ou explodiremos; e deixou-me claro que devemos cuidar de nossa mente e do nosso corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Sua fé e admiração por algo maior se declarou através do sol, o pôr do sol. O carneiro é algo que queremos, mas que temos que ter cuidado para que não destrua/substitua o que há de mais importante em nós. Sempre somos jovens o bastante para entender..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- Se alguém ama uma flor da qual só exista um exemplar em milhões e milhões de estrelas, isso basta para fazê-lo feliz quando as comtempla. ele pensa "Minha flor está lá, em algum lugar..." Mas se o carneiro come a flor, é, para ele, como se todas as estrelas se repentinamente se apagassem! E isto não tem importância?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Suas viagens seria como os caminhos que tomamos pela vida; peçamos para que não nos coloquem em redomas de vidro ao partirem, precisamos sempre de ar; as lagartas são nossas as dificuldades enfrentadas e as borboletas o resultado de nossos esforços para nossa vida transformar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Cada asteroide era um novo planeta, uma nova pessoa, um novo aprendizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;O rei é o tipo de pessoa que precisa ter sua autoridade respeitada, era bom e racional, aprendeu que não podemos controlar ou ter tudo e que julgar a si mesmo é bem mais&amp;nbsp;difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Com o vaidoso aprendeu que de nada vale escutar apenas os elogios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Com o&amp;nbsp;bêbado viu que&amp;nbsp;vícios&amp;nbsp;são alimentados pela necessidade de algo que se tenta esconder e não vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Com o empresário aprendeu que nenhuma riqueza faz sentido quando se esquece de desfrutar o que&amp;nbsp;possui&amp;nbsp;ou não sobra-lhe tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Com o acendedor de lampião aprendeu que devemos acompanhar as mudanças, e contemplar o melhor da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Com o explorador aprendeu que existem coisas que nunca mudam e há aquelas que existem por pouco um curto espaço de tempo, o que pode nos acordar para o que estamos dando prioridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;A Terra é algo muito maior, ela é nossa sociedade, um lugar com milhares de personalidades diferentes e com coisas diferentes a ensinar. A serpente é como se fosse o caminho mais curto e mais perigoso a se tomar, é preciso ter cuidado e certeza do que se está escolhendo. Ao descobrir que existiam milhares de rosas iguais nos&amp;nbsp;mostra que poderíamos amar qualquer uma, mas a sua era especial e unica apensar de seus defeitos, ele a amava.  "– Vai ver as rosas. Assim compreenderás que a tua é única no mundo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;A raposa me parecem ser pessoas que surgem em nossas vidas e deixam marcas de sua amizade e amor para sempre; com a raposa ele aprendeu muitas lições, entre elas uma das mais importantes de sua vida, a cativar, "tu&amp;nbsp;se tornas eternamente responsável, por aquilo que cativas!", é o tempo, é o cuidado que tens com algo que faz com que os sentimentos criem&amp;nbsp;raízes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"&gt;“Se tu vens, por exemplo, às quatro da tarde, desde as três eu começarei a ser feliz. Às quatro horas, então, estarei inquieta e agitada: descobrirei o preço da felicidade! Mas se tu vens a qualquer momento, nunca saberei a hora de preparar meu coração... É preciso que haja um ritual.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IffAlwhSnLU/TwlPmUXu11I/AAAAAAAAAxc/Xbpozpuc-V4/s1600/Lepetitprince2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IffAlwhSnLU/TwlPmUXu11I/AAAAAAAAAxc/Xbpozpuc-V4/s320/Lepetitprince2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Vejamos a raposa como pessoas que nos cultiva como rosas,&amp;nbsp;talvez&amp;nbsp;uma diferente, de amizade, e mesmo sabendo que um dia criaremos asas como as lagartas, o que já é uma outra analogia, a pessoa a qual cativamos lembrará de nós em coisas antes sem significado nenhuma e porque entramos e&amp;nbsp;saímos&amp;nbsp;de sua vida, e assim como deixamos algo especial, algo especial também levamos em nossa viagem e "Eis o meu segredo. É muito simples:&amp;nbsp;só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível aos olhos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;O manobreiro e o vendedor&amp;nbsp;só&amp;nbsp;serviu pra mostra como os adultos se tornam fúteis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Durante os dias no deserto uma grande amizade se formou, acredito que ambos aprenderam muito, a água nos mostrou que se deve ter esperança/amizade/força mesmo nos momentos de desespero/desengano, beba desta água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Chegou a hora de ambos voltarem para casa, voltar para um lugar cheio de "pessoas grandes", voltar para o seu planeta, para sua rosa.. "A gente corre o risco de chorar um pouco quando se deixou cativar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;O fim da história é comovente, a forma para o pequeno príncipe voltar para seu planeta é como se fosse a morte para seu amigo, a escolha do príncipe pela oferta da serpente faria com que ele estivesse de volta, perto de sua amada rosa; seu amigo esteve com ele até o último momento, no momento de dor, partidas nunca são felizes, mas as&amp;nbsp;lembranças&amp;nbsp;que o pequeno tinha o deixado o consolou, porque a cada vez que ele olhava para o céu, ouvia o riso de seu pequeno amigo e o príncipe também lembraria dele como a fonte do deserto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"&gt;“ – Quando olhares o céu à noite eu estarei habitante uma delas, e de lá estarei rindo; então será, para ti, como se todas as estrelas rissem! Dessa forma, tu, e somente tu, terás estrelas que sabem rir.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif; font-size: small;"&gt;“ – Será lindo, sabes? Eu também olharei as estrelas. Todas as estrelas serão como poços com uma roldana enferrujada. Todas as estrelas me darão de beber...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cena do filme: "P.S. Eu Te Amo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu quero um novo coração, algo limpo e pulsante como o mar que vi ao amanhecer, quente como o sol que foi surgindo para iluminar e esquentar o meu dia, leve como a brisa que tocava meu rosto; estava sozinho, mas sentia-me parte daquele momento, sentia que eramos um só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Noite passada não fiz nenhum tipo de cena, não esbocei toda minha raiva e tão pouco a&amp;nbsp;inexistência&amp;nbsp;de uma alegria, fui julgado como antissocial ou algo do gênero; achei engraçado não poder estar como me sentia; hoje acho&amp;nbsp;trágico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Lugar qualquer para acolher-me, levar-me, que proteja-me e ame assim sem explicações.. apenas sinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Que espere uma vida, porque uma&amp;nbsp;existência&amp;nbsp;não será o suficiente para meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Que o mundo acabe, mas que não acabe minhas lágrimas,&amp;nbsp;pois&amp;nbsp;estas lavaram nossas almas no ultimo segundo deste mundo quando estarei olhando para os teus olhos dando-lhe a certeza que nada irá acabar ali. Muito a oferecer e nenhuma mão estendida a receber, terei que compreender se outro coração lhe satisfazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"E eu gostaria de poder deitar ao seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Quando o dia acabasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E acordar com seu rosto sob o sol da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mas como tudo que eu já conheci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Você vai embora um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Então vou passar minha vida inteira escondendo meu coração" (H&lt;span style="text-align: right;"&gt;iding my heart away - Adele)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-3593522518734677021?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tudo perde o sentido, fico inquieto, entediado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Minha alma grita, corro sem nada a encontrar e numa fração de segundos nem sei o que sentir, o que nos atinge? busco uma resposta, mergulho dentro do meu vazio e me perco. Sem viajar muito pela imaginação eu estou me sentindo só, pois as pessoas que amo normalmente me fazem sentir assim; em certos momentos chego a acreditar que posso ficar bem assim, mas não ficarei, não posso dividir-me, sou esse chato, o mesmo chato de sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Longe, bem longe estará algo a se encontrar, e que deus seja nosso tempo, nosso destino, nosso caminho para que apesar do desconhecido haja motivo para existirmos. Amor, todos falharam ao designar ou explicar. Envolver o amor (ou paixão?) com o vazio que se sente?! não seria sua&amp;nbsp;ausência&amp;nbsp;a causa? não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Esse homem de lata, esse homem de pedra.. esta criatura que nos tornamos!&amp;nbsp;Cedo foste minha&amp;nbsp;inocência e tarde foste o sol a se pôr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Esperar, estou cansado de esperar o sono, de não ser levado pelo braço para ver o mar, cansado de ser visto como objeto sexual, cansado de ouvir como deveria ser minha vida.. cansado de ser objeto de expectativas, cansado de saber que estou errando e continuo assim mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quero voltar, voltar onde nunca cheguei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-2627413141095898351?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4GAowOZ0nE/Tvq0dCMonpI/AAAAAAAAAwg/g0m5uyd2bYg/s1600/desenho-arvores1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4GAowOZ0nE/Tvq0dCMonpI/AAAAAAAAAwg/g0m5uyd2bYg/s320/desenho-arvores1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Não quero que leia por obrigação, mas por você mesmo.. ler é trazer para si um mundo que não se pode ter com os pés no chão :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"De modo que o meu espírito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Ganhe um brilho definido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;E eu espalhe benefícios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Tempo tempo tempo tempo" (Oração do Tempo - Djavan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-6496736643318587476?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iV0Oslo3Z8A/TvlRz3k-CCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/82IBmxRi0h8/s1600/So_Retro_by_mathiole.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iV0Oslo3Z8A/TvlRz3k-CCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/82IBmxRi0h8/s320/So_Retro_by_mathiole.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pra falar a verdade meu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;início&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de 2011 foi muito triste, perdi uma das pessoas mais especiais da minha vida e sinceramente não tinha muitas expectativas de um ano bom; chegou e passou o carnaval.. meu aniversário foi só mais um dia do ano, festas de maio foram sem sentido, festas juninas algo pra distração e lá se foi um&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;período&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;na faculdade; 6 meses em um parágrafo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Chegaram as férias e meu estágio ainda fazia com que eu esquecesse esse pequeno detalhe, os filmes da&amp;nbsp;infância&amp;nbsp;chegaram ao fim.. entrei em jogos de azar, perdi todas as partidas e hoje prefiro ser a banca ou o coringa. Trabalho de conclusão de curso tomou meu tempo, peso e&amp;nbsp;paciência.. o que me rendeu um trabalho com pessoas especiais e uma aprovação! o que me deixou feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Chorei, dancei, estudei, cantei, bebi, sorri, beijei, me apaixonei, sofri, aprendi, cresci...&amp;nbsp;2011 me rendeu muitos sentimentos e realizações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sabe.. eu nunca esperei tanto, eu só pedia e peço a Deus para ser feliz :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Feliz 2012!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-1912141514778243852?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ob023wZzYZo/TvGFi5xs9-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/GPJKf5x64vg/s1600/19123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ob023wZzYZo/TvGFi5xs9-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/GPJKf5x64vg/s320/19123.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu poderia sentir raiva, sim, podia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu poderia sentir magoa, sim, podia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu poderia destruir tudo, sim, podia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas estava imensamente maior que tudo o que poderia me diminuir, estou longe de ser perfeito, mas a fé que há em mim me disciplina, me faz crescer.. explodir?! sim também existem esses momentos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu posso amar, sim.. posso, quero, devo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu posso demonstrar, sim, eu posso? eu quero, eu devo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu posso evoluir, sim, eu quero..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas sou como um espelho, porém, deveria parar de refletir e só um pouco perder a noção desta visão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Minhas páginas não dirão nada ao seu coração, pois não soa. Ao mesmo tempo que minha doação de afeto não tem cobrança, minhas palavras também não têm, elas têm um sentido totalmente singular, nelas se encontram o reflexo do que ficou dentro de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-1617215045147542866?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu não sou de correr atrás de ninguém, sou desses que se coloca a frente.. olho no olho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mostro meu coração na primeira esquina, jurando&amp;nbsp;anteriormente&amp;nbsp;no caminho que seria diferente desta vez.. não consegui, você olhou para meu coração como se eu mostrasse a pedra que havia naquele percurso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sabe.. a vida parece que coloca-me em repouso a cada tombo, já não sei se devo agradecer ou pedir que apresse meus passos, ou os passos de alguém com um bom coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quero o carinho de suas mão como um felino que se aproxima com olhar fixo e dengoso,&amp;nbsp;misterioso, causando dúvidas; dúvidas cessadas&amp;nbsp;pelo contato com minha pele.. estou assim derretido por si, entregando minhas pedras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É dessa forma que construo minhas pontes, com as pedras vermelhas de vivências que não serão ignoradas, mas curadas com um novo passo, um novo carinho, um nova ilusão ou uma grande paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Eu quis te conhecer, mas tenho que aceitar&lt;br /&gt;
Caberá ao nosso amor o eterno ou o não dá&lt;br /&gt;
Pode ser cruel a eternidade&lt;br /&gt;
Eu ando em frente por sentir vontade&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu quis te convencer, mas chega de insistir&lt;br /&gt;
Caberá ao nosso amor o que há de vir&lt;br /&gt;
Pode ser a eternidade má&lt;br /&gt;
Caminho em frente pra sentir saudade" (Janta - Marcelo Camelo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-3696020378676431342?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2wHrRUq_hOY/TuLW1Cvn_eI/AAAAAAAAAvs/BNRUgJZ1U4I/s1600/nicole-scherzinger-killer-love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2wHrRUq_hOY/TuLW1Cvn_eI/AAAAAAAAAvs/BNRUgJZ1U4I/s320/nicole-scherzinger-killer-love.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Killer Love é o álbum de estreia da cantora e compositora norte-americana Nicole Scherzinger, ex-vocalista do Pussycat Dolls. A primeira edição do projeto foi lançado em 18 de março de 2011 pela Universal Music. As músicas possuem elementos do rock, soul e da música funk, selecionadas por Nicole para ser interpretadas ao vivo. Dentre as quatorze faixas da primeira edição do projeto, duas possuem participações especiais, uma com Enrique Iglesias e outra com Sting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Indico este&amp;nbsp;álbum&amp;nbsp;que apesar de trazer uma batida&amp;nbsp;eletrônica&amp;nbsp;muito marcante, tem uma base pop singular, diria que é um dos melhores de 2011 se tratando de musicalidade e voz. Nicole me encanta desde 2003, uma das melhores interpretes da última década na minha opinião. Minhas faixas preferidas são: "Killer Love", "You Will Be Loved", "Wet" e "Heartbeat", Espero que gostem da sugestão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O álbum obteve críticas mistas. Alguns críticos elogiaram a cantora afirmando que Nicole transmitia emoção e convicção com vocais potentes, enquanto outros criticavam o fato de RedOne produzir a maioria das faixas do álbum, dizendo que as canções soavam muito semelhantes. Alguns anunciaram que o projeto carecia de originalidade por parte de Nicole. Muitos críticos compararam as faixas do álbum à de interpretes do pop e R&amp;amp;B contemporâneo: Beyoncé, Rihanna e Britney Spears. Comercialmente, Killer Love demonstrou ser sucesso ocupando o oitavo lugar na parada de álbuns do Reino Unido.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte: Wikipédia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-7880116328929824451?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Por mais que eu dê reviravoltas talvez eu nunca tenha o que eu quero.. talvez alcançar algo não seja a resposta. &amp;nbsp;Enquanto espero, ajo como um louco por dentro, neste momento se visse através de meus olhos veria que a reflexão queima numa chama incessante de querer contra o oceano do dever; poder.. de força ou ação?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vejo pela janela da alma a simplicidade dos sentimentos sem pecado, pecado foi o limite da vergonha criada por estar vivo e sobre limite para poder se&amp;nbsp;sobressair sobre a&amp;nbsp;ignorância&amp;nbsp;alheia&amp;nbsp;de se sentir livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ao piscar dos olhos respiro a&amp;nbsp;compreensão, ao expirar inspiro a paciência de quem já não pode mudar nada ao redor de si, senão a si mesmo. Pegar pelos ombros e chacoalhar alguém seria uma saída, seria chamado de louco, mas louco eu sou, esse alguém só não conseguiria ver através de meus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"Perto o suficiente para iniciar uma guerra,&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo o que eu tenho está no chão,&lt;br /&gt;
Só Deus sabe o porquê de estarmos lutando, &lt;br /&gt;
Tudo o que eu digo, você sempre diz mais, &lt;br /&gt;
Eu não posso continuar com essas reviravoltas, &lt;br /&gt;
Controlada por você, não consigo respirar." (Turning Tables - Adele)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não direi que nunca pedirei para voltar, mas pedirei pra ficar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Direi que está tudo bem quando achares motivos para se afastar, mas pedirei a sinceridade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em todos os lugares que eu for levarei comigo o melhor de nós dois, e mesmo não tendo o direito pedirei que leve-me contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Enquanto houver dias de sol, estarei com os olhos&amp;nbsp;miúdos&amp;nbsp;olhando para o céu imaginando onde estará ou estarei olhando você dormir; escutarei seus pedidos de desculpa pela cara de sono e apenas irei rir de sua feição tão natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Agora estou andando pela montanha, parando a cada&amp;nbsp;quilômetro, por cansaço ou contemplação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Todos queremos alguém para abraçar&lt;/div&gt;
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Todos queremos ser únicos e exclusivos de alguém&lt;/div&gt;
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Todos queremos estar quentes quando está frio&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aqeh3AzzFg4/TthoOHXnrlI/AAAAAAAAAvU/s-096jg11vE/s1600/2012-Grammy-Nominees-e1322756471616.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aqeh3AzzFg4/TthoOHXnrlI/AAAAAAAAAvU/s-096jg11vE/s320/2012-Grammy-Nominees-e1322756471616.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Foram anunciados nesta quinta-feira (01/12/11) os indicados ao Grammy 2012. O 54º Grammy Awards, principal premiação da música nos EUA, acontece em 12 de fevereiro de 2012, no Staples Center, em Los Ageles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O rapper norte-americano Kanye West lidera os prêmios de música Grammy 2012 com sete nomeações, a par de Adele, Bruno Mars e os Foo Fighters que garantiram seis nomeações, incluindo a de melhor álbum do ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Outros nomes de destaque, com várias nomeações foram Rihanna, Radiohead e Coldplay com quatro, Taylor Swift e Eminem com três, Beyoncé e Foster The People com duas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Confira abaixo os indicados às principais categorias:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Álbum do ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Adele - 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Foo Fighters - Wasting Light&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Lady Gaga - Born This Way&lt;/div&gt;
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Bruno Mars - Doo-Wops &amp;amp; Hooligans&lt;/div&gt;
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Rihanna - Loud&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Canção do Ano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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""All of the Lights" - Kanye West, Rihanna, Kid Cudi and Fergie&lt;/div&gt;
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"The Cave" - Mumford &amp;amp; Sons&lt;/div&gt;
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"Grenade" - Bruno Mars&lt;/div&gt;
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"Holocene" - Bon Iver&lt;/div&gt;
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"Rolling In The Deep" - Adele&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Gravação do Ano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Adele - "Rolling In The Deep"&lt;/div&gt;
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Bon Iver - "Holocene"&lt;/div&gt;
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Bruno Mars - "Grenade"&lt;/div&gt;
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Mumford &amp;amp; Sons - "The Cave"&lt;/div&gt;
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Katy Perry - "Firework"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Artista Revelação&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The Band Perry&lt;/div&gt;
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Bon Iver&lt;/div&gt;
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J. Cole&lt;/div&gt;
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Nicki Minaj&lt;/div&gt;
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Skrillex&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Melhor Álbum Pop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Adele - 21&lt;/div&gt;
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Cee Lo Green - The Lady Killer&lt;/div&gt;
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Lady Gaga - Born This Way&lt;/div&gt;
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Bruno Mars - Doo-Wops &amp;amp; Hooligans&lt;/div&gt;
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Rihanna - Loud&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Melhor Performance Pop Individual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Adele - "Someone Like You"&lt;/div&gt;
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Lady Gaga - "Yoü and I"&lt;/div&gt;
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Bruno Mars - "Grenade"&lt;/div&gt;
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Katy Perry - "Firework"&lt;/div&gt;
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Pink - "F***in' Perfect"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Melhor Performance Pop por uma Dupla ou Grupo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tony Bennett &amp;amp; Amy Winehouse - "Body and Soul"&lt;/div&gt;
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The Black Keys - "Dearest"&lt;/div&gt;
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Coldplay - "Paradise"&lt;/div&gt;
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Foster The People - "Pumped Up Kicks"&lt;/div&gt;
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Maroon 5 e Christina Aguilera - "Moves Like Jagger"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Melhor Performance Rock Individual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Coldplay - "Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall"&lt;/div&gt;
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The Decemberists - "Down By the Water"&lt;/div&gt;
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Foo Fighters - "Walk"&lt;/div&gt;
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Mumford &amp;amp; Sons - "The Cave"&lt;/div&gt;
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Radiohead - "Lotus Flower"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Melhor Performance Hard Rock/Metal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dream Theater - "On The Backs of Angels"&lt;/div&gt;
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Foo Fighters - "White Limo"&lt;/div&gt;
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Mastodon - "Curl of the Burl"&lt;/div&gt;
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Megadeth - "Public Enemy No. 1"&lt;/div&gt;
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Sum 41 - "Blood In My Eyes"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Melhor Álgum Rock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Jeff Beck - Rock 'N' Roll Party Honoring Les Paul&lt;/div&gt;
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Foo Fighters - Wasting Light&lt;/div&gt;
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Kings Of Leon - Come Around Sundown&lt;/div&gt;
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Red Hot Chili Peppers - I'm With You&lt;/div&gt;
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Wilco - The Whole Love&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Melhor Álbum de Música Alternativa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Bon Iver - Bon Iver&lt;/div&gt;
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Death Cab for Cutie - Codes and Keys&lt;/div&gt;
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Foster the People - Torches&lt;/div&gt;
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My Morning Jacket - Circuital&lt;/div&gt;
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Radiohead - The King Of Limbs&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A lista completa, com todos os indicados às 78 categorias no &lt;a href="http://www.grammy.com/nominees"&gt;Site Oficial do Grammy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQNN-yLGTVc/TtHMRuF7dzI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Rni1-Fb3lic/s1600/observador_observado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQNN-yLGTVc/TtHMRuF7dzI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Rni1-Fb3lic/s320/observador_observado.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sempre me perguntei o que era certo a fazer e como fazer para que não me&amp;nbsp;traísse&amp;nbsp;como ser humano e nem&amp;nbsp;ferisse&amp;nbsp;as pessoas com quem eu sempre me importei, vi que neste caminho sempre fui condenado por&amp;nbsp;displicência pela forma&amp;nbsp;como lido com cada situação, outras tantas apenas observado, vigiado e visto com um olhar de&amp;nbsp;repreensão&amp;nbsp;ou outras vezes, mesmo sem palavras, de apoio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ou vejo o horizonte ou olho para onde estou pisando.. Me coloco em vários lugares ao mesmo tempo e assim vejo de formas diferentes do que veria se apenas visse de onde vejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Problemas.. sempre existirão! isso é a vida, ainda não percebeu?! Você consegue rir de uma piada todos os dias? e sofrer pelo mesmo motivo???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-6578760023391124187?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu verdadeiramente não sei se tenho medo da liberdade, talvez seja mais receio pelos seres que vivem lá. Me pergunto se tenho medo de mim, mas não.. no fundo sempre soube que quem sou sempre fez a diferença; busquei asas quando sempre tive pena de usar a força da voz para dar o impulso que sempre faltou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quanto mais me sentia certo, mas as&amp;nbsp;inconstâncias&amp;nbsp;me olhavam, encaravam de uma forma que as desculpas já não surtiam efeito, entendimento busquei para que de uma forma soubesse que sempre terei defeitos, que as pessoas sempre terão suas limitações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quando gostar de alguém, aceite-a de coração! a vida passa muito rápido para que desistas de tentar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Parece um pouco de&amp;nbsp;individualismo, mas acredito que vá mais além do que a simples busca; estou seguindo o norte dos instintos de realização e os "porquês" tento deixar para depois, tentar ser feliz me toma muito tempo, esta felicidade tem como pilar a presença do amor.. compartilhar o natural; e você estaria pronto para o natural?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; min-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"&gt;"Já cansei desse meu coração sem graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; min-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"&gt;Essa noite vou acabar com essa história e recomeçar tudo de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; min-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"&gt;Gosto de manter minhas questões importantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; min-height: 1.5em; text-align: left;"&gt;Está sempre mais escuro antes da madrugada" (Shake It Out - Florence+The Machine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-4529641882510630304?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoQGFbDMWjs/TsShg0P2e4I/AAAAAAAAAu4/voRvbFd8eR4/s1600/snoopy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoQGFbDMWjs/TsShg0P2e4I/AAAAAAAAAu4/voRvbFd8eR4/s320/snoopy2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu nem sei como agradecer, eu não sei nem ao menos como pedir seu abraço naqueles dias&amp;nbsp;difíceis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vocês nem ao menos desconfiam o quantas vezes meus olhos os vê de forma carinhosa agradecendo a Deus por existirem ao meu lado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mesmo depois que a vida me ensinou a andar, a presença de cada um de vocês faz com que eu me sinta seguro pra continuar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pessoas tão especiais, cedidas pela vida pra que eu pudesse aprender de diversas maneiras que nem sempre estar sozinho me faz mais forte; laços que a vida entrelaçou ao meu redor.. dizem que amigos são para sempre, tenho um leve receio que seja para tentar aliviar a dor de um dia não mais estarem do nosso lado, seja nos momentos alegres ou tristes, uma&amp;nbsp;ausência&amp;nbsp;não por escolha mas pelo ciclo natural que a vida exerce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Agradeço por tentarem entender minhas loucuras, agradeço as palavras de conforto quando não conseguia fingir que estava bem.. Primeiro vieram aqueles que me deram a vida e aqueles que a vida escolheu para nos amar e proteger, crescemos e logo chegam aqueles que escolhemos e permitem ser nossos amigos.. alguns por pouco tempo, tempo o suficiente para se tornarem&amp;nbsp;inesquecíveis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Posso ter sido apenas um capítulo na vida de cada um, mas vocês serão toda a minha história! amo a todos de coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-2422349866043124969?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vejo no jornal as mesmas notícias todos os dias..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vejo pessoas&amp;nbsp;construírem&amp;nbsp;castelos para a velhice, vejo jovens jogando todas as fichas em um jogo e nenhuma dessas perspectivas me atrai... não consigo encontrar os pares do jogo da memória, não consigo decifrar o enigma da esfinge que tenta me devorar dia após dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ganho pouco para o capitalismo. Isso define bem se estamos na mesma realidade, isso define pouca coisa, isso ajuda sua escolha. É querer ou não querer, bem mais que ter é entender que presença não tem preço, ao menos a minha não. Não culpo de forma alguma sua forma de pensar e escolher... também acharia um tédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Facilito muito as coisas quando as trato de deixá-las claras; faça as perguntas, coloque as cartas na mesa, não que tudo se trate de um jogo, mas que outra forma sugeres?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Suponho que minha socialização esteja muito além do desejo de me explicar, suponho que não faz a mínima&amp;nbsp;importância&amp;nbsp;sem o afeto da convivência... Vamos andar na praia? vamos rir um pouco poxa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Do meu lado quero alguém simples e que me dê toda a&amp;nbsp;importância&amp;nbsp;e cuidado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Simples como ficar feliz comendo jujubas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Simples como ficar feliz segurando minha mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ahh se soubessem que estou só no projeto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Primeiro dia, primeiro dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Começa outra vez&lt;/div&gt;
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Primeiro passo, primeiro passo&lt;/div&gt;
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Sem fazer muito sentido, ainda&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu fingo até eu pseudo-conseguir&lt;/div&gt;
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Começar do zero outra vez, mas agora "eu" como "eu"&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;E não como "nós""&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Not as We - Alanis Morissette)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Por Rafael Cardoso (&lt;b&gt;@Rafael__Cardoso&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzPb5cNxuY0/Tr7EVrqxgMI/AAAAAAAAAuk/u2v7xFg_JvQ/s1600/metade+da+laranja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzPb5cNxuY0/Tr7EVrqxgMI/AAAAAAAAAuk/u2v7xFg_JvQ/s320/metade+da+laranja.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu quero a sorte de um amor tranquilamente imprevisível. Alguém que abra a porta e entre sem pedir licença, alguém que não me faça pensar e se fizer que seja em nós! Alguém que me beije ou abrace sem se preocupar se vai ser o melhor beijo ou abraço da minha vida, mas que simplesmente dê esse melhor. Alguém que não me ame mais que tudo, mas que me tenha nos pensamentos, nos sonhos...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Alguém que não force um sorriso só pra me fazer sorrir, quero algo de verdade. Alguém que me dê atenção, me ensine e me queira bem. Alguém que precise de mim pra que fique tudo perfeito, pra que o dia termine bem. Alguém que segure em minha mão e ande sem um rumo certo, mas que saiba aonde quer ir... E que vá! Alguém que me faça promessas e as cumpra. Alguém que me faça sentir alegria, que me inspire. Alguém que esteja sempre aqui, mesmo que eu não veja.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Alguém que cuide de mim, que me proteja e me ouça mesmo que não me entenda. Alguém que faça meu coração disparar seja por amor ou por dor. Alguém que me faça rir, que me faça chorar, mas que dê um sorriso junto a mim e enxugue minhas lágrimas. Alguém que não seja perfeito e nem queira chegar próximo à perfeição, mas que seja autentico e imprevisível assim como eu. Alguém que me dê muito, mas não tudo. Alguém que me dê pouco, mas que esse pouco seja só meu. Alguém que me cause insônia, alguém que cante pra que eu consiga dormir. Alguém que me cause desejo, que me cause querer, que me respeite no momento que eu queira estar só.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Alguém que eu faça voar baixinho, mas que vá longe! Alguém que saia de si, saia do sério, perca o controle, não meça as consequências. Alguém que seja exagerado. Alguém que aguente esse romantismo torto, mas que não necessariamente corresponda da mesma forma. Alguém que ponha juízo em mim, que me queria livre. Alguém que divida sonhos comigo e que me deixe realiza-los, se estiver ao meu alcance, porque eu vou fazer o que for possível e impossível também. Alguém que me transforme. Alguém que não exista, mas me faça acreditar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-5623436945695061057?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Cheguei a pensar errado, mesmo não conhecendo o certo; de todas as formas só não conheci a minha, sou como a água que não sacia o mundo; lágrimas secam ao vento. Um velho, um desconhecido me encarou, senti no fim do dia que perdi mais um dia, perdi para o mundo.. senti vontade de chorar, mas não chorei, não gosto da piedade no fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Definitivamente, preferivelmente, por favor.. eu sou feito de sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Coloquei para assistir aquele velho e bom filme de romance dramático, para aliviar os olhos, para me justificar: quando se justifica, se espalha o peso da ação.. na madrugada me martirizei para erguer-me ao nascer do sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Custo a acreditar no tempo, muito tempo perco, perco um tempo que o dia levou. Aquele velho desconhecido se foi, levou consigo uma percepção singular, caberá também nada perceber, a idade se passou e talvez pouco tempo tenha lhe permitido perceber..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Não faço trocadilhos propositais, propositais seriam o avesso se assim fosse dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"E a que tudo se resume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É que ninguém conseguiu decifrar tudo" (Hand In My Pocket - Alanis Morissette)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-9205990576891402739?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Surge quando não se pode, ou não se pode porque existe?! tentação, uma '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;ingênua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;' imagem sorridente que surge a cada olhar, como Iara que enfeitiça os navegantes que se perdem ao tentar encontrar seu caminho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Ligados, juntos por sentimentos bons, à sua tentação eu não resisto, escolho não resistir e assim mergulhar, sem saber nadar, sem respirar, sem se importar.. Cuide de mim enquanto carrega-me, faça com que não seja preciso abrir os olhos, faça-me até imaginar que tudo o que acontece não terá fim. *"que seja eterno enquanto dure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;E se eu voltar a margem da praia que as tentações sejam ofuscadas pelas suas imagens, que o sol traga um sorriso que tal sentido só nós saberemos, que eu esteja em seus braços como o sol no horizonte, que minha mente esteja ligada à sua quando o frio da brisa da noite chegar e que não falte um belo dia de sol num próximo amanhã, num próximo por do sol, ao amanhecer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U7Emy4hdNvw/TrjF2Bpfs3I/AAAAAAAAAuU/26lIBqnGx9g/s1600/93eacf2149bf0fb558d3a00896a1e35556629a44.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U7Emy4hdNvw/TrjF2Bpfs3I/AAAAAAAAAuU/26lIBqnGx9g/s320/93eacf2149bf0fb558d3a00896a1e35556629a44.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Lugar qualquer não exista para nossos abraços, mas que exista abraços para lugar algum; que haja beijos para o silêncio e que haja conversa na ausência de tua pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;*Trecho do Soneto de Fidelidade de&amp;nbsp;Vinícios&amp;nbsp;de Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-3639824632904020299?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ninguém é obrigado a nos entender ou fazer parte de nossa&amp;nbsp;história, mas também&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;devemos fazer por onde afugentar quem&amp;nbsp;está&amp;nbsp;apenas chegando, mostre-se sem exageros, deixe a escolha de sair da sua vida para o outro e tenha o mesmo direito, seja o amor completo para que quem chegar seja apenas um transbordado de sentimentos, falo de amor de todos os tipos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Uma tarde de sol e eu trancado numa sala escura, quantas tardes deixei de sentir o sol sobre meu rosto em vez de sair somente quando as estrelas estavam à mostra, que falta faz analisar um céu das estrelas discretas e ver apenas o azul com o passar das nuvem e suas formas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quanto mais o tempo passa mas&amp;nbsp;ridículo&amp;nbsp;fica o que passou.. seja o&amp;nbsp;ridículo&amp;nbsp;o motivo de risos e alegrias posteriores de lembranças compartilhadas ou apenas de redescobertas do quanto foi nosso crescimento;&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;me canso de dizer que nascemos para o melhor, pode parecer que a certeza&amp;nbsp;soe&amp;nbsp;como desejo, mas faço soar como&amp;nbsp;realização&amp;nbsp;quando vejo que melhorar como pessoa e começar a&amp;nbsp;selecionar&amp;nbsp;nossas escolhas me faz sentir bem comigo e com o mundo. Seja pela&amp;nbsp;percepção&amp;nbsp;ou pela&amp;nbsp;inteligência&amp;nbsp;emocional, meus olhos e pontas dos dedos mostram o que devem ser mostrados, e minhas palavras o que nem sempre deveria ser interpretado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;P.S.: A linguagem de meus post's&amp;nbsp;são&amp;nbsp;intencionais; misturar 1°, 2° e 3° pessoa do singular ou do plural me parece uma forma interessante de se escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609767790525342177-3816088329644968984?l=orlandonobre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Não&amp;nbsp;desista!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O mundo grita até nos deixar tontos, em pé, porém com os&amp;nbsp;ânimos&amp;nbsp;caídos e uma simples vontade de dormir, ir para o lugar onde tudo fica mais tranquilo; mas o mundo grita&amp;nbsp;tão&amp;nbsp;alto que nos&amp;nbsp;perturba&amp;nbsp;o sono!&amp;nbsp;já&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;temos paz.. e mais uma vez eu digo:&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;desista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes sentamos a beira da estrada, choramos, pensamos em até&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;sair daquele lugar, mas olhando para o&amp;nbsp;chão&amp;nbsp;algo me toca e diz em bom som: levante-se! e esse alguém é meu eu, meu espírito de guerreiro, um guerreiro e seus anjos. Olhos que me olham, um valor que me dou, um&amp;nbsp;coração&amp;nbsp;que doou ao mundo seu melhor e seu pior, pois depois de ouvir tantos gritos&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;seria justo apenas o melhor de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Respiro, e mais uma vez sigo minha estrada porque resolvi escutar-me: Levante!&amp;nbsp;Não&amp;nbsp;desista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"O que você diz sobre aproveitar oportunidades?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
O que você diz sobre saltar para fora do limite?&lt;/div&gt;
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Nunca sabendo se existe um chão sólido abaixo&lt;/div&gt;
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Ou uma mão para segurar, ou um inferno para enfrentar&lt;/div&gt;
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O que você diz?" (Taking Chances - Celine Dion)&lt;/div&gt;
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