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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcGRX09fCp7ImA9WhRXEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255804264974449937</id><updated>2011-12-17T06:53:44.364-02:00</updated><title>"Fala Pensamento" Luisíssima Magalymente Racional</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Fala "Pensamento"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436580577057648286</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/-1Hcl3aqTYD4/TYju6Acq8HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QBhTedji8VE/s220/Lu-0006.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/FalapensamentoLuisssimaMagalymenteRacional" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="falapensamentoluisssimamagalymenteracional" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AHQHc9eCp7ImA9WhRTGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255804264974449937.post-7232012106038223015</id><published>2011-11-09T04:08:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T04:22:11.960-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-09T04:22:11.960-02:00</app:edited><title>Clipe "É Simples Viver" - Luisa Magaly</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/feeds/7232012106038223015/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2011/11/eis-que-depois-de-3-anos-surge-o-clipe.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/7232012106038223015?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/7232012106038223015?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2011/11/eis-que-depois-de-3-anos-surge-o-clipe.html" title="Clipe &quot;É Simples Viver&quot; - Luisa Magaly" /><author><name>Fala "Pensamento"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436580577057648286</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/-1Hcl3aqTYD4/TYju6Acq8HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QBhTedji8VE/s220/Lu-0006.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Eis que depois de 3 anos, surge o clipe da música "É simples viver". As oficinas promovidas pela parceria do Encontros Percussivos e Conexão Vivo, me renderam este presente. Poderia ter gravado novamente a voz, contudo, os excelentes trabalhos de Igor Souto (cineasta) e Mikael Mutti (produtor musical) conseguiram suprir as deficiencias.Obrigado aos que me deram aquele velho empurrãozinho por base
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r99cAPKgNmqOwT6SHqSwKJqrlMc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r99cAPKgNmqOwT6SHqSwKJqrlMc/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/r99cAPKgNmqOwT6SHqSwKJqrlMc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r99cAPKgNmqOwT6SHqSwKJqrlMc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YCSXg-eip7ImA9WhdbFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255804264974449937.post-7226769623292218443</id><published>2011-10-12T08:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T09:06:08.652-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-12T09:06:08.652-03:00</app:edited><title>Dia das Crianças?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/feeds/7226769623292218443/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2011/10/dia-das-criancas.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/7226769623292218443?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/7226769623292218443?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2011/10/dia-das-criancas.html" title="Dia das Crianças?" /><author><name>Fala "Pensamento"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436580577057648286</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/-1Hcl3aqTYD4/TYju6Acq8HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QBhTedji8VE/s220/Lu-0006.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Alguns esquecem que o feriado de hoje é algo rigorosamente católico. Dia da padroeira do Brasil, Nossa Senhora Aparecida. Aquela que teve sua imagem chutada por um pastor não sei das quantas. Ai você se pergunta, será que ele aderiu ao feriado?? Lógico. Brasileiro é um povo engraçado, em termos religiosos, alguns se posicionam de maneira tão arcaica, tão européia quando se referem aos assuntos 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ao7_TC6hLiAimKloGVdmwFYhHSU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ao7_TC6hLiAimKloGVdmwFYhHSU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcFSX8-fSp7ImA9WhZTGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255804264974449937.post-2721842912906216304</id><published>2011-03-22T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T15:53:38.155-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-22T15:53:38.155-03:00</app:edited><title>Projeto saudade.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/feeds/2721842912906216304/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2011/03/projeto-saudade.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/2721842912906216304?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/2721842912906216304?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2011/03/projeto-saudade.html" title="Projeto saudade." /><author><name>Fala "Pensamento"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436580577057648286</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/-1Hcl3aqTYD4/TYju6Acq8HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QBhTedji8VE/s220/Lu-0006.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMStLtr2tpk/TYjvt-MnE7I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RYtVpx07ZJI/s72-c/gostei.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vuwv8JxY-5rrAG8dobGQKeM2CKw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vuwv8JxY-5rrAG8dobGQKeM2CKw/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/vuwv8JxY-5rrAG8dobGQKeM2CKw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vuwv8JxY-5rrAG8dobGQKeM2CKw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQNRXczeip7ImA9WxFRFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255804264974449937.post-939677869677535866</id><published>2010-04-28T12:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:06:34.982-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-28T14:06:34.982-03:00</app:edited><title>A dialética do amor</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/feeds/939677869677535866/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2010/04/dialetica-do-amor.html#comment-form" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/939677869677535866?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/939677869677535866?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2010/04/dialetica-do-amor.html" title="A dialética do amor" /><author><name>Fala "Pensamento"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436580577057648286</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/-1Hcl3aqTYD4/TYju6Acq8HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QBhTedji8VE/s220/Lu-0006.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">&amp;lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&amp;gt;           &amp;lt;![endif]--&amp;gt;&amp;lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&amp;gt;     Normal   0         21         false   false   false      PT-BR   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                                     &amp;lt;![endif]--&amp;gt;&amp;lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&amp;gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/luSeZo6BhFp8TIAiAtPqlN3V7vg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/luSeZo6BhFp8TIAiAtPqlN3V7vg/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/luSeZo6BhFp8TIAiAtPqlN3V7vg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/luSeZo6BhFp8TIAiAtPqlN3V7vg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkACRH08fCp7ImA9WxBbEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255804264974449937.post-3814415346126591613</id><published>2010-03-09T08:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T02:19:25.374-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-11T02:19:25.374-03:00</app:edited><title>E quando bate a angústia...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/feeds/3814415346126591613/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-quando-bate-angustia.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/3814415346126591613?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/3814415346126591613?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-quando-bate-angustia.html" title="E quando bate a angústia..." /><author><name>Fala "Pensamento"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436580577057648286</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/-1Hcl3aqTYD4/TYju6Acq8HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QBhTedji8VE/s220/Lu-0006.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html"> Pressentimento estranho. Vem do fundo do coração e se espalha pelo corpo inteiro, minha cabeça fica uma confusão. É a típica sensação de ter algo. Esse algo, por vez, sou eu: A possuída. Ela, a angústia, é a possuidora. Me deixa inquieta, apreensiva, com um frio na barriga que nunca cessa. A grande vilã e detentora do poder de confundir minha mente, é na realidade uma farsa ambulante. Sim, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5bknd_do-wrKlOEzrIHqnNgIb5w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5bknd_do-wrKlOEzrIHqnNgIb5w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4CRX4yfCp7ImA9WxNUGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255804264974449937.post-1641216969425411941</id><published>2009-11-10T23:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:36:04.094-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-10T23:36:04.094-03:00</app:edited><title>Por que hein??</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/feeds/1641216969425411941/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2009/11/por-que-so-nas-adversidades-conhecemos.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/1641216969425411941?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/1641216969425411941?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2009/11/por-que-so-nas-adversidades-conhecemos.html" title="Por que hein??" /><author><name>Fala "Pensamento"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436580577057648286</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/-1Hcl3aqTYD4/TYju6Acq8HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QBhTedji8VE/s220/Lu-0006.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Por que só nas adversidades conhecemos realmente as pessoas? Por que só quando passamos por um momento difícil, quem nos cerca mostra sua verdadeira face??Seria tão fácil revelar-se num sorriso... Mas não é bem isso que acontece, só nos mostramos verdadeiros em meio às lagrimas, à dor, à mágoa... Seria mais fácil se fossemos verdadeiros com nós mesmos, mas precisamos do espelho alheio para 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ElLBKKTD9SEHOT4IurTSYY6psiE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ElLBKKTD9SEHOT4IurTSYY6psiE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YCQX06cCp7ImA9WxNXFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255804264974449937.post-372211216131645066</id><published>2009-10-02T08:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:06:00.318-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-02T09:06:00.318-03:00</app:edited><title>RIFA-SE UM CORAÇÃO</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/feeds/372211216131645066/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2009/10/rifa-se-um-coracao.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/372211216131645066?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/372211216131645066?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2009/10/rifa-se-um-coracao.html" title="RIFA-SE UM CORAÇÃO" /><author><name>Fala "Pensamento"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436580577057648286</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/-1Hcl3aqTYD4/TYju6Acq8HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QBhTedji8VE/s220/Lu-0006.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">RIFA-SE UM CORAÇÃORifa-se um coração quase novo.Um coração idealista.Um coração como poucos.Um coração à moda antiga.Um coração moleque que insisteem pregar peças no seu usuário.Rifa-se um coração que na realidade está umpouco usado, meio calejado, muito machucadoe que teima em alimentar sonhos e, cultivar ilusões.Um pouco inconseqüente que nunca desistede acreditar nas pessoas.Um leviano e 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x9B6C2ajmanu8C3t8WIkQfVu__c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x9B6C2ajmanu8C3t8WIkQfVu__c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YGSH4-eyp7ImA9WxNXEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255804264974449937.post-1626371137875265238</id><published>2009-09-28T20:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:38:49.053-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-28T20:38:49.053-03:00</app:edited><title>Quando transformo o silêncio em reflexão</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/feeds/1626371137875265238/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2009/09/quando-transformo-o-silencio-em.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/1626371137875265238?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/1626371137875265238?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2009/09/quando-transformo-o-silencio-em.html" title="Quando transformo o silêncio em reflexão" /><author><name>Fala "Pensamento"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436580577057648286</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/-1Hcl3aqTYD4/TYju6Acq8HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QBhTedji8VE/s220/Lu-0006.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">Sinto-me subversiva a mim mesma, inatingivelmente intensa, inabalável e  subentendida no meu espaço, digamos um tanto contraditória. Seria uma forma sobrenatural de pensar no que sou, ou até mesmo no que me tornarei. Vivo em constante expansão.                   O que serei? é o que me ocupa a cabeça, é o que me toma todo o tempo. Ocupo-me com um mundo que nem sei se é meu, minhas noites de sono 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hmM_cUVTZRQRn7wwAiG91KO4HiI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hmM_cUVTZRQRn7wwAiG91KO4HiI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcFRXY-fSp7ImA9WxNSEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255804264974449937.post-554677606849942753</id><published>2009-08-24T10:46:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:10:14.855-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-24T11:10:14.855-03:00</app:edited><title>24/08/2009 55 anos da morte de Getúlio Vargas</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/feeds/554677606849942753/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-historia-de-um-dos-homens-mais.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/554677606849942753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/554677606849942753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-historia-de-um-dos-homens-mais.html" title="24/08/2009 55 anos da morte de Getúlio Vargas" /><author><name>Fala "Pensamento"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436580577057648286</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/-1Hcl3aqTYD4/TYju6Acq8HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QBhTedji8VE/s220/Lu-0006.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">É a história de um dos homens mais importantes do Brasil. Sou fã da figura política que foi Vargas. O Ditador e "Pai dos Pobres", responsável pelo desenvolvimento industrial brasileiro, que permaneceu por 15 anos seguidos no poder em meio aos golpes, leis e a decadência, volta ao poder nos "braços do povo", sofre muitas pressões e "sai da vida pra entrar na história"Getúlio Vargas e a Era 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cl0d5plQ2i-z3RkhKp0MsZ95d2M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cl0d5plQ2i-z3RkhKp0MsZ95d2M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4DR3w5cSp7ImA9WxNTFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255804264974449937.post-781142322847289129</id><published>2009-08-19T03:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T03:22:56.229-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-19T03:22:56.229-03:00</app:edited><title>Só de Sacanagem by Elisa Lucinda</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/feeds/781142322847289129/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-de-sacanagem-by-elisa-lucinda.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/781142322847289129?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/781142322847289129?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-de-sacanagem-by-elisa-lucinda.html" title="Só de Sacanagem by Elisa Lucinda" /><author><name>Fala "Pensamento"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436580577057648286</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/-1Hcl3aqTYD4/TYju6Acq8HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QBhTedji8VE/s220/Lu-0006.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Adoro esse texto da Elisa Lucinda, ele foi declamado por Ana Carolina em seu show, que por sinal o interpretou muito bem. Leiam e depois me digam o que acharam.Meu coração está aos pulos!Quantas vezes minha esperança será posta à prova?Por quantas provas terá ela que passar? Tudo isso que está aí no ar, malas, cuecas que voam entupidas de dinheiro, do meu, do nosso dinheiro que reservamos 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PjrpZFoIxqkvL3SICGVbJhNIRk4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PjrpZFoIxqkvL3SICGVbJhNIRk4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4GSXgzcCp7ImA9WxNTE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255804264974449937.post-5228001894832694673</id><published>2009-08-15T16:53:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:42:08.688-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-15T17:42:08.688-03:00</app:edited><title>O Tempo para a In'dependência</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/feeds/5228001894832694673/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2009/08/aff-pior-coisa-do-mundo-e-ser.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/5228001894832694673?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/5228001894832694673?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2009/08/aff-pior-coisa-do-mundo-e-ser.html" title="O Tempo para a In'dependência" /><author><name>Fala "Pensamento"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436580577057648286</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/-1Hcl3aqTYD4/TYju6Acq8HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QBhTedji8VE/s220/Lu-0006.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sAus1BO2-iU/SocW0CqDUQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/euLyH_any-w/s72-c/o_tempo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Aff! A pior coisa do mundo é ser dependente, seja de alguém ou de alguma coisa, mas como toda regra tem exceção, a dependência divina fica fora da parte ruim. E quando você é dependente dos seus pais? Pior ainda neh! Difícil engolir quando eles ficam jogando em sua cara que a casa não é sua, que não é você que paga as contas e que você não se governa por esses motivos. Por isso é que a vontade de
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bFnfAlV-KmRkTU9E8891ka6q9Pg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bFnfAlV-KmRkTU9E8891ka6q9Pg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIHQHk6cCp7ImA9WxFaEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255804264974449937.post-8627835195055090729</id><published>2009-08-13T03:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:42:11.718-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-14T11:42:11.718-03:00</app:edited><title>Meu Jeito</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/feeds/8627835195055090729/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-jeito.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/8627835195055090729?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255804264974449937/posts/default/8627835195055090729?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://falapensamentolm.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-jeito.html" title="Meu Jeito" /><author><name>Fala "Pensamento"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06436580577057648286</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/-1Hcl3aqTYD4/TYju6Acq8HI/AAAAAAAAAQc/QBhTedji8VE/s220/Lu-0006.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sAus1BO2-iU/SoPDanKr1sI/AAAAAAAAAHM/oES1fctJbyg/s72-c/brasil.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Se a realidade bater em sua porta, não exite abra, pois os seus medos serão curados e os seus brados, gritos agudos de desespero neste ou naquele lado serão ausentados. Serão escondidos pela beleza que impera neste país.  Imagino as consequências que vamos viver daqui a algum tempo, consequências dos podres que temos em nosso Brasil. Um Brasil marcado pela corrupção, aberto a qualquer sentimento 
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