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Não é que determinada música não é boa o bastante pra gente, é a gente
que não está pronto para a música. Falo isso para músicas de qualidade, por
favor. Pois não estarei pronto nunca para uns Luan Santana ou Michel Teló da
vida.

Percebi isso ao ver que eu tinha há mais de dois anos um álbum da Florence
e The Machine (uma pessoa do meu passado, que já me deu unfollow há tempos, me
passou&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/ACM_TKoZUlM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2012/02/cada-musica-seu-tempo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4DQXY8eSp7ImA9WhRbE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-8653421621670679045</id><published>2012-02-04T08:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T10:42:50.871-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-04T10:42:50.871-03:00</app:edited><title>Sensações urbanas</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/8653421621670679045/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2012/02/sensacoes-urbanas.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/8653421621670679045?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/8653421621670679045?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/41Mob16iPxg/sensacoes-urbanas.html" title="Sensações urbanas" /><author><name>Café</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785735527335989960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_FuCwJk_W0/SZJFVh4KbVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bno7Pf12wt4/S220/DSCN6538.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7BVGqTRuMD8/S-M8krrYXXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/STln_3VqdNY/s72-c/%C3%94nibus+Lotado.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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Subi no ônibus e tals, tava lotado lotado e tal, eu tava com duas sacolas na mão. Parei em pé (RAIVA), em frente a um casal que já estavam sentados perto da porta. Não tive a intenção de encostar, sequer olhar para a fêmea dele, mas ele me olhou de forma perigosa. MEDO!!! Continuamos a viagem e eu procurei evitar olhar para baixo (CAUTELA) e sem poder andar mais pra frente ou pra trás de tão&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/41Mob16iPxg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2012/02/sensacoes-urbanas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINRH8_fSp7ImA9WhRQEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-9013490188221498881</id><published>2011-11-26T21:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:36:35.145-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T20:36:35.145-03:00</app:edited><title>Estória de uma banda de forró</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/9013490188221498881/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/11/estoria-de-uma-banda-de-forro.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/9013490188221498881?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/9013490188221498881?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/zV5xkzOPz3U/estoria-de-uma-banda-de-forro.html" title="Estória de uma banda de forró" /><author><name>Café</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785735527335989960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_FuCwJk_W0/SZJFVh4KbVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bno7Pf12wt4/S220/DSCN6538.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
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O baterista saiu em defesa do cantor, deu um soco no sanfoneiro e logo foi acertado pelo guitarrista bombado que o chamava de ladrão.
A festa só acabou quando o bêbado que estava assistindo sozinho ao &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/zV5xkzOPz3U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/11/estoria-de-uma-banda-de-forro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEEQnozcCp7ImA9WhRTFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-6413877052963338579</id><published>2011-11-07T15:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T15:30:03.488-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T15:30:03.488-03:00</app:edited><title>Quem entende!!!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/6413877052963338579/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/11/quem-entende.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/6413877052963338579?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/6413877052963338579?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/qoseJNQSeII/quem-entende.html" title="Quem entende!!!" /><author><name>certas coisas incertas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02028408490996122014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/img.php?id=5697&amp;nome_sis=16162.jpg&amp;maxw=495&amp;maxh=660" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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Esse eu adotei por hoje e todas as vezes que eu fui tomar água (e não foram poucas) eu o levei comigo. Eu sei que não posso mudar o mundo, mas minha parte eu posso fazer.
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Eu, você, nós, sozinhos

Três patetas perdidos
em um ninho

Rabisco e as letras

Me levam a caminhos que nunca passeei



O mar, o lar, o ar

Essas essencialidades imperceptíveis,
imprescindíveis.

Versos, lasanhas,
chocolate de amargar.

Trivialidades difíceis
de se juntar

Junto e faço delas o meu arsenal

Meu punhado de existência,

Meu samba, meu verso,

Meu eu, meu seu.

Meus nós...



&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/TrNdzisqxFU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/09/tres.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQESHg9fSp7ImA9WhdVEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-6630470816721019210</id><published>2011-09-15T11:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:35:09.665-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-15T11:35:09.665-03:00</app:edited><title>Brincando de Pasquale</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/6630470816721019210/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/09/brincando-de-pasquale.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/6630470816721019210?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/6630470816721019210?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/va9O13yOBF4/brincando-de-pasquale.html" title="Brincando de Pasquale" /><author><name>Café</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785735527335989960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_FuCwJk_W0/SZJFVh4KbVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bno7Pf12wt4/S220/DSCN6538.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3r2bbH0JX1kCELIc_W7K1HX9Wjk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3r2bbH0JX1kCELIc_W7K1HX9Wjk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3r2bbH0JX1kCELIc_W7K1HX9Wjk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3r2bbH0JX1kCELIc_W7K1HX9Wjk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eu sei, ainda não sou imortal da Academia Brasileira de Letras, mas agora já sou pós graduando em Direito Constitucional e me sinto no direito de fazer um neologismo  - ia até falar "criar um neologismo", mas ouvi falar que era redundância - aqui pra vocês. Esse parágrafo saiu meio pretensioso, não?


Ok? Estão prontos?

PROVERIZAR

Sim, PRO-VE-RI-ZAR.

Vejam bem: não é pulverizar - borrifar &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/va9O13yOBF4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/09/brincando-de-pasquale.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8GSXc4eip7ImA9WhdWFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-1783109482727529602</id><published>2011-09-08T15:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T15:50:28.932-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-08T15:50:28.932-03:00</app:edited><title /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/1783109482727529602/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/09/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/1783109482727529602?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/1783109482727529602?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/HS_g16ckC5A/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x.html" title="" /><author><name>J. Nagao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053638925472876251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXS7S2Yec0/SaAm_gmvmsI/AAAAAAAAADg/MN5HyOwa-so/S220/masks.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TU0ci-Pi-MzsZmXaXHlEkNOI0w4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TU0ci-Pi-MzsZmXaXHlEkNOI0w4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&amp;gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      PT-BR   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &amp;lt;![endif]--&amp;gt;&amp;lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&amp;gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/HS_g16ckC5A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/09/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUINR3w9eCp7ImA9WhdWEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-5383197978873682363</id><published>2011-09-05T19:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T19:59:56.260-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-05T19:59:56.260-03:00</app:edited><title>Oh!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/5383197978873682363/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/5383197978873682363?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/5383197978873682363?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/jySFDHED8jw/oh.html" title="Oh!" /><author><name>J. Nagao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053638925472876251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXS7S2Yec0/SaAm_gmvmsI/AAAAAAAAADg/MN5HyOwa-so/S220/masks.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/npanlhUM_HDLXEyU9xP37ERGv-E/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/npanlhUM_HDLXEyU9xP37ERGv-E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/npanlhUM_HDLXEyU9xP37ERGv-E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/npanlhUM_HDLXEyU9xP37ERGv-E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Admiro quem, por curiosidade ou tédio, da centopéia contou as pernas.

J. Nagao&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/jySFDHED8jw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IAQH45eyp7ImA9WhdWEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-5329915835781314801</id><published>2011-09-05T18:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:52:21.023-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-05T18:52:21.023-03:00</app:edited><title>Mais uma manhã</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/5329915835781314801/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/09/mais-uma-manha.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/5329915835781314801?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/5329915835781314801?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/1ESf6IH7odY/mais-uma-manha.html" title="Mais uma manhã" /><author><name>J. Nagao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053638925472876251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXS7S2Yec0/SaAm_gmvmsI/AAAAAAAAADg/MN5HyOwa-so/S220/masks.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QsjkPleivv5kvnQvKP5h6kgAjmU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QsjkPleivv5kvnQvKP5h6kgAjmU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QsjkPleivv5kvnQvKP5h6kgAjmU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QsjkPleivv5kvnQvKP5h6kgAjmU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Vejo a sombra do ônibus se projetando nas ruas por onde passa. A calçada boceja um bueiro escancarado, eu bocejo tapando a boca com a mão. Subo a ladeira dos gatos pretos olhando as nuvens e seus formatos, ouvindo o alheamento do fone de ouvido. O sol é morno, o vento é fresco e eu canto...

J. Nagao&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/1ESf6IH7odY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/09/mais-uma-manha.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMDQHo8cSp7ImA9WhdWEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-552427093798623494</id><published>2011-09-05T18:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:34:31.479-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-05T18:34:31.479-03:00</app:edited><title>O gato</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/552427093798623494/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-gato.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/552427093798623494?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/552427093798623494?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/5YCTNkPoci8/o-gato.html" title="O gato" /><author><name>J. Nagao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053638925472876251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HDXS7S2Yec0/SaAm_gmvmsI/AAAAAAAAADg/MN5HyOwa-so/S220/masks.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pIF_M5W2P_qMxkdyep4Yaevtd8Y/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pIF_M5W2P_qMxkdyep4Yaevtd8Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pIF_M5W2P_qMxkdyep4Yaevtd8Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pIF_M5W2P_qMxkdyep4Yaevtd8Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Da sombra da parede surge um gato.
Ele caminha retilíneo pelos degraus de luz e sua ausência.
Alça-se, unhas e mistério, ao patamar obliquo de meus pensamentos.
Em meus olhos suas pupilas se dilatam, engolindo a realidade.
Vês como a cauda é tal como pêndulo de relógio?
O gato agora é o espaço, estende-se sobre tudo no alongar de seu corpo.
O universo agora é de veludo negro...

J. Nagao&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/5YCTNkPoci8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-gato.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4EQX0ycCp7ImA9WhdSGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-6257034236946751652</id><published>2011-07-26T18:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T07:28:20.398-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-28T07:28:20.398-03:00</app:edited><title>Amém</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/6257034236946751652/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/07/amem.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/6257034236946751652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/6257034236946751652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/zB3BkNFLotg/amem.html" title="Amém" /><author><name>Café</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785735527335989960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_FuCwJk_W0/SZJFVh4KbVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bno7Pf12wt4/S220/DSCN6538.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rDq-OiubugLIDun70OL380xSx3I/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rDq-OiubugLIDun70OL380xSx3I/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rDq-OiubugLIDun70OL380xSx3I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rDq-OiubugLIDun70OL380xSx3I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Minha avó (que Deus a tenha) dizia que eu sou católico. E eu como sempre fui obediente não dizia não. Mas veja bem, nunca vou à igreja e quando vou não sei como agir. É um senta-levanta que num tem fim, não sei a hora nem o que cantar, rezar eu sei algumas coisas porque estudei em escola de freira.
Fico pensando: e se eu me ajoelhasse em hora que não devo, dissesse amém em hora que não devo? As &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/zB3BkNFLotg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/07/amem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EEQ30-fSp7ImA9WhdSEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-2474025363896928489</id><published>2011-07-20T18:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T18:00:02.355-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-20T18:00:02.355-03:00</app:edited><title>Dia de que?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/2474025363896928489/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/07/dia-de-que.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/2474025363896928489?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/2474025363896928489?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/KgTyxBFuIjE/dia-de-que.html" title="Dia de que?" /><author><name>Café</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785735527335989960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_FuCwJk_W0/SZJFVh4KbVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bno7Pf12wt4/S220/DSCN6538.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kcswapon-QRTmziN2l3I2h5U9YY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kcswapon-QRTmziN2l3I2h5U9YY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kcswapon-QRTmziN2l3I2h5U9YY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kcswapon-QRTmziN2l3I2h5U9YY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Disseram-me que hora é dia do amigo, eu acreditei e até comecei a refletir. Que já tive e tenho amigos de todas as formas. Daqueles que estão com você só quando você está com condiçõe$, dos que tem outras intençõeS2. Pensei também nuns amigos meteoro que temos, desses que conhecemos e passamos a ter uma amizade tão intensa que é como se os conhecesse desde o berçário, mas logo somem como se nunca&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/KgTyxBFuIjE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/07/dia-de-que.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYNQXoyfCp7ImA9WhdTEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-6352039141175864016</id><published>2011-07-09T00:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T00:29:50.494-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-09T00:29:50.494-03:00</app:edited><title>Volta?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/6352039141175864016/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/07/volta.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/6352039141175864016?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/6352039141175864016?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/UFui5oEv4_o/volta.html" title="Volta?" /><author><name>Café</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785735527335989960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_FuCwJk_W0/SZJFVh4KbVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bno7Pf12wt4/S220/DSCN6538.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SYgJVRYh5ksfRMqS8sLgK-l7guc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SYgJVRYh5ksfRMqS8sLgK-l7guc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SYgJVRYh5ksfRMqS8sLgK-l7guc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SYgJVRYh5ksfRMqS8sLgK-l7guc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Vim pra dizer que não vinha.
Falei que não ia dizer nada.
Voltei pra dizer que aqui não é o meu lugar
Lugar não é em canto algum
Nem e mim, nem em você, nem mesmo neste recanto amassado e cheio de casas de aranha.
Arranha a minha garganta
Amassa-me e venha se deitar comigo
Volta!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/UFui5oEv4_o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/07/volta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cFQH85fip7ImA9WhdTEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-2545541952541658051</id><published>2011-07-09T00:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T00:10:11.126-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-09T00:10:11.126-03:00</app:edited><title>Há coisas</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/2545541952541658051/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/07/ha-coisas.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/2545541952541658051?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/2545541952541658051?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/PyNOa0e1Lfc/ha-coisas.html" title="Há coisas" /><author><name>Café</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785735527335989960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_FuCwJk_W0/SZJFVh4KbVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bno7Pf12wt4/S220/DSCN6538.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CdNZ7OOl_k7-ms7Eun7udV-JGc8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CdNZ7OOl_k7-ms7Eun7udV-JGc8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CdNZ7OOl_k7-ms7Eun7udV-JGc8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CdNZ7OOl_k7-ms7Eun7udV-JGc8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Há tanto quero te escreverTenho-te na palma da minha mão e não sei o que fazerVenho com calma no portão e não sei o que dizer.Suas mãos, minhas mãos.
Ásperas, suaves, massageiam-me, mas não me tocamNão me envolvo pelo abismo que se forma em nósMas o medo de ficar só me apavora,Vou ao espetáculo de dança.
A poesia me desperta pra poesiaA poesia me desperta pra poesiaA dor me desperta pra música e &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/PyNOa0e1Lfc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/07/ha-coisas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHR3w8eip7ImA9Wx9bE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-8262285391397048412</id><published>2011-02-21T19:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:40:36.272-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-21T19:40:36.272-03:00</app:edited><title>Mega Chato</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/8262285391397048412/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/02/mega-chato.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/8262285391397048412?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/8262285391397048412?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/LAeQ0uYHfyc/mega-chato.html" title="Mega Chato" /><author><name>Café</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785735527335989960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_FuCwJk_W0/SZJFVh4KbVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bno7Pf12wt4/S220/DSCN6538.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pfDA-sXPAmjMjJFRuwdT4YnwR4o/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pfDA-sXPAmjMjJFRuwdT4YnwR4o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pfDA-sXPAmjMjJFRuwdT4YnwR4o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pfDA-sXPAmjMjJFRuwdT4YnwR4o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Todo mundo sabe que eu sou viciado em TV, sempre que posso estou a assistir. Principalmente nas noites de sábado, no interior, segurando uma raquete (equipamento no formato de raquete que mata insetos eletrocutados, para os que não sabem).O foda é que não há o que assistir depois da milésima reprise do programa da MTV, o que me resta é assistir Mega Senha, na RedeTV! Eu é que não vou assistir &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/LAeQ0uYHfyc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/02/mega-chato.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MAQnYyfyp7ImA9Wx9VE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-1259492791167300803</id><published>2011-01-27T01:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T19:17:23.897-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-29T19:17:23.897-03:00</app:edited><title>Vai uma unhazinha aí?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/1259492791167300803/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/01/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/1259492791167300803?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/1259492791167300803?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/pSUddtlhUHk/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x.html" title="Vai uma unhazinha aí?" /><author><name>Café</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785735527335989960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_FuCwJk_W0/SZJFVh4KbVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bno7Pf12wt4/S220/DSCN6538.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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Não, não obrigado, estou parando. 
Agora eu percebo que eu não sei cortar as unhas (nem fazer quase nada) com a mão esquerda. Como é que eu percebi aos 22 anos? Cara, eu sou roedor de unha assumido desde que tenho unha e dente. O lance é que estou parando agora e ao ver as unhas crescendo e me dando agonia (e vontade de roer) tenho que cortar o quanto antes, aí &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/pSUddtlhUHk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/01/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIHQ3k_eCp7ImA9Wx9WFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-7652518253599341394</id><published>2011-01-20T01:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T01:08:52.740-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-20T01:08:52.740-03:00</app:edited><title>O retorno.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/7652518253599341394/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-retorno.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/7652518253599341394?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/7652518253599341394?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/iALu2nxiiJQ/o-retorno.html" title="O retorno." /><author><name>Café</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785735527335989960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_FuCwJk_W0/SZJFVh4KbVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bno7Pf12wt4/S220/DSCN6538.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F_FuCwJk_W0/TTe0AfTBtuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/o0FA3tti_4c/s72-c/blog+001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/iALu2nxiiJQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-retorno.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EMSHg6fSp7ImA9Wx9WEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-5001739602482764513</id><published>2011-01-16T23:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T12:54:49.615-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-17T12:54:49.615-03:00</app:edited><title>Mim sobre mim</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/5001739602482764513/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2011/01/mim-sobre-mim.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/5001739602482764513?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/5001739602482764513?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/3ytWf4YszMo/mim-sobre-mim.html" title="Mim sobre mim" /><author><name>Café</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785735527335989960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_FuCwJk_W0/SZJFVh4KbVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bno7Pf12wt4/S220/DSCN6538.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
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“Fodeu”, foi o que pensei quando acordei hoje, ao mesmo tempo que me benzia pela 3ª vez.  
Que sonho mais louco! Num assalto eu levava três tiros nas costas, por não ter o que levarem. E nem me venha dizer que foi por assistir filme de terror porque nem TV eu assisti ontem e se arroz com peixe grelhado for comida pesada eu não sei mais o que não é.Sabe o que é mais estranho? Acordei sentindo &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/YSLeqLtfJug" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2010/11/fudeu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYNRXw_fSp7ImA9Wx5aE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-2539944535960655640</id><published>2010-11-09T14:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T14:36:34.245-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-09T14:36:34.245-03:00</app:edited><title>Ah se eu tivesse um estilingue!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/2539944535960655640/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2010/11/ah-se-eu-tivesse-um-estilingue.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/2539944535960655640?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/2539944535960655640?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/puJgXGivIHU/ah-se-eu-tivesse-um-estilingue.html" title="Ah se eu tivesse um estilingue!" /><author><name>Café</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785735527335989960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_FuCwJk_W0/SZJFVh4KbVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bno7Pf12wt4/S220/DSCN6538.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DQL-D8LGj7A/TNNPxTGlM8I/AAAAAAAAEQ4/apqPcxZHR8c/s72-c/img4cd322ecebc70g.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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A pessoa, às vésperas da minha prova da OAB. Eu em casa, morrendo de estudar, enfurnado nos livros, começa a passar VÁRIOS aviões no meu espaço aéreo.É a (porra da) CRUZEX V. Sim, treinamento das forças aéreas do Brasil, Uruguai, Argentina, Chile, Estados Unidos e França que acontece aqui em Natal.E haja barulho pra quem não tem nada a ver com o pato. Se eu tivesse um estilingue eu derrubava um&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/puJgXGivIHU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2010/11/ah-se-eu-tivesse-um-estilingue.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYGQ30_fSp7ImA9Wx5aE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-3252874446425334862</id><published>2010-11-07T19:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T14:18:42.345-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-09T14:18:42.345-03:00</app:edited><title>Olara</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/3252874446425334862/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2010/11/olara.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/3252874446425334862?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/3252874446425334862?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/qiwQggBFDgo/olara.html" title="Olara" /><author><name>Café</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785735527335989960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_FuCwJk_W0/SZJFVh4KbVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bno7Pf12wt4/S220/DSCN6538.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
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Atenção defensores de animais: não leiam esse texto. Saiam já desta página. 1, 2, 3. Pronto? Saíram? Se não o fez não me reclame viu!
Ah como me dá vontade (é só às vezes, eu juro) de chutar ou até tacar veneno numa cachorra que tem no meu bloco. OLARA o nome da indivídua. “também, com um nome desses” você há de pensar.De fato, não sei qual é mais chata, se é a cachorra que não para de latir, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/qiwQggBFDgo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2010/11/olara.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUNR3w6fyp7ImA9Wx5bEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868478223121606887.post-5378857494177600292</id><published>2010-10-27T16:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:38:16.217-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-27T16:38:16.217-03:00</app:edited><title>(Ator)mental</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/feeds/5378857494177600292/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2010/10/atormental.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/5378857494177600292?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8868478223121606887/posts/default/5378857494177600292?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Desvairados/~3/w9c2bpVUNxc/atormental.html" title="(Ator)mental" /><author><name>Café</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785735527335989960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F_FuCwJk_W0/SZJFVh4KbVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bno7Pf12wt4/S220/DSCN6538.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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e minha mente/vida passam em slow motion.As pessoas em pé com suas expressões vazias não me entenderiam,nem se eu gritasse.
Mais um dia, mais um dia.O que mudou?São as mesmas pessoas vazias,eu sou o mesmo sem expressão.Com feições dilaceradas pelo tempoque se mostra invariavelmente veloz.
Uma reta, dois oblíquos.
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Coisa mais linda e criativa.
Vejam.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Desvairados/~4/kszU03Wirws" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://desvairados.blogspot.com/2010/10/coisa-mais-linda-e-criativa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

