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Achei aqui nas minhas músicas... Nem conhecia, eu acho. Já ouvi mil vezes. Mentira, só 3.
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Amor é um livro
 Sexo é esporte
 Sexo é escolha
 Amor é sorte...

Amor é pensamento
 Teorema
 Amor é novela
 Sexo é cinema..

Sexo é imaginação
 Fantasia
 Amor é prosa
 Sexo é poesia...

O amor nos torna
 Patéticos
 Sexo é uma selva
 De epiléticos...

Amor é cristão
 Sexo é pagão
 Amor é latifúndio
 Sexo é invasão
 Amor é divino
 Sexo 
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Aos poucos que tenho visto, ao amigo sempre ao meu lado, a todos que me querem tão bem, só posso dizer: eu também.

Se eu não bater à tua porta, vem, por favor, me visitar. Eu vou estar esperando e precisando te abraçar.
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Edição: Victor Albaini.
Mimimi...
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OHsnZJ489Sesxfw7CO2f7qPHb30/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OHsnZJ489Sesxfw7CO2f7qPHb30/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Dittorsblogspotcom/~4/aeXwVCNeHdU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://dittors.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-festival-manuel-padeiro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAHQ3ozeip7ImA9WhZQEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830645.post-4015444701104491152</id><published>2011-04-18T00:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T00:35:32.482-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-18T00:35:32.482-03:00</app:edited><title>Cuidar de mim</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dittors.blogspot.com/feeds/4015444701104491152/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3830645&amp;postID=4015444701104491152&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3830645/posts/default/4015444701104491152?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3830645/posts/default/4015444701104491152?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Dittorsblogspotcom/~3/-Yf47cnZX9I/cuidar-de-mim.html" title="Cuidar de mim" /><author><name>Victor Albaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18445070334539310516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV5hvChmFZw/TK10xgr5vvI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_z84YJTr_70/S220/dittors.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Outra vez sem tempo, os únicos amigos que tenho visto são os colegas de trabalho. Mas amanhã tem aula! ... Acho que eu nunca vou perder esse espírito de estudante. Bora terminar o cinema  e começar arquitetura.
 
 
E eu preciso dormir mais cedo, dormir mais, descansar direito, cuidar da minha saúde etc.. Coisas que eu não venho cuidando...
 
 
Ok, post chato e ególatra. Só um registro pra eu 
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Capitais Estrelas

Descobri agora há pouco. Não é fantástico? Eu projetei as imagens pelo Google Earth, mas não salvei. E talvez eu devesse colocar o Sul para cima... Será algum sinal dos céus? xD
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Não alimente o que faz mal,
Beba da fonte inesgotável da fé.

Não tenha fé em Deus,
Tenha fé em si mesmo;
Tenha fé na vida,
Tenha fé no amor.

E tenha fé, também, na raiva,
Não acredite no medo,
Use o medo a seu favor.
Tenha fé na compaixão.

Não trate a esperança como tola,
Seja tolo sempre que puder.
Não tente ser sábio,
Não seja esperto.

A maior parte 
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Mesmo quando tudo pede
Um pouco mais de calma
Até quando o corpo  pede
Um pouco mais de alma
A vida não para...

Enquanto o  tempo
Acelera e pede pressa
Eu me recuso faço hora
Vou na valsa
A  vida é tão rara...

Enquanto todo mundo
Espera a cura do mal
E a  loucura finge
Que isso tudo é normal
Eu finjo ter paciência...

O  mundo vai girando
Cada vez mais veloz
A gente espera do mundo
E o mundo
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Aqui, quando criança, acompanhei a vida da minha 
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Quando a gente conversa
Contando casos, besteiras
Tanta coisa em comum
Deixando escapar segredos
E eu não sei que hora dizer
Me dá um medo, que medo

É que eu preciso dizer que eu te amo
Te ganhar ou perder sem engano
É, eu preciso dizer que eu te amo tanto

E até o tempo passa arrastado
Só pra eu ficar do teu lado
Você me chora dores de outro amor
Se 
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De um amor tranqüilo
Com sabor de fruta
Mordida
Nós na batida
No embalo da rede
Matando a sede na saliva

Ser teu pão , Ser tua comida
todo o amor que houve nessa vida
E algumtrocado pra dar garantia

E ser artista
No nosso convívio
Pelo inferno e céu

Pra poesia que a gente não vive
Transformar o tédio
Em melodia

Ser teu pão , Ser tua comida
todo o amor que houve nessa vida
E 
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Caminham as lembranças mais remotas.
E estes prédios modernos que enxergamos,
Não escondem o início de Pelotas.

Não me digas, meu amigo, que não notas
Os casarios envoltos pelos ramos,
Pela cidade os vês em todas rotas,
São relíquias que agora preservamos.

Nosso passado, junta-se ao presente,
Minha cidade, tudo o que procuro,
E cada rua é um lago à minha frente

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"Não sei por onde começar a dizer isso..."
"Não tenho o que escrever..."
"Oi, amiguinhos!"

Ou qualquer coisa fútil, que o valha. Queria vir aqui, abrir minha cabeça, deixar vazar os pensamentos e descansar sobre eles, como se tivessem saído daqui de dentro. Às vezes eles pesam, e eu estou de férias. Em nenhuma época eu me sinto tão produtivo e com o 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uU5FghqGopNNJpMCsLRlkH4TeP4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uU5FghqGopNNJpMCsLRlkH4TeP4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Dittorsblogspotcom/~4/kDRR3tkUHYo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://dittors.blogspot.com/2010/12/historia-do-natal-digital.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AMQn8zcCp7ImA9Wx9RFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3830645.post-6064169941113704086</id><published>2010-12-17T16:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T16:49:43.188-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-17T16:49:43.188-02:00</app:edited><title>Vencer obstáculos</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dittors.blogspot.com/feeds/6064169941113704086/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3830645&amp;postID=6064169941113704086&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3830645/posts/default/6064169941113704086?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3830645/posts/default/6064169941113704086?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Dittorsblogspotcom/~3/P1hmSVN4vaU/vencer-obstaculos.html" title="Vencer obstáculos" /><author><name>Victor Albaini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18445070334539310516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eV5hvChmFZw/TK10xgr5vvI/AAAAAAAAAtc/_z84YJTr_70/S220/dittors.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Pouco a pouco, vou deixando para trás o passado. Que fique no passado o que não me serve mais. Nesse momento, no meio do caminho, me encontro novamente com minha insegurança, mas agora eu sou o senhor e ela é minha serva. Agora, transformo ela em cautela, para que, mais tarde, ela seja o que nasceu para ser: prudência.

A vida é cheia de escolhas, atalhos, lições; cheia de coisas que a fazem bela
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A única real transformação é interna, acontece em cada um e pode ser tão grande quanto o próprio universo, porque é justamente deste tamanho que nós somos.
O mundo é um ponto de vista para cada um de nós. O universo é tão vasto quanto conseguimos conceber e o único 
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que sempre que a gente a olha
é com o súbito espanto da primeira vez?"
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pour la beauté du geste?
As-tu déjà croqué
la pomme  à pleine dent?
Pour la saveur du fruit
sa douceur et son zeste
T'es tu  perdu souvent?

Oui j'ai déjà aimé
pour la beauté du geste
mais la  pomme était dure.
Je m'y suis cassé les dents.
Ces passions  immatures,
ces amours indigestes
m'ont écoeuré souvent.

Les amours  qui durent
font des amants exsangues,
et leurs baisers trop 
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