<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841944973567929269</id><updated>2024-12-19T00:25:34.238-03:00</updated><category term="eu tenho saudades"/><title type='text'>Motóca de Prástico</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lennon Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621290345233691996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv9PmEBMc7Y3YZfM2F5L8-AI9IBK3oic5DbPvzXmLm_E6wcaENPs3ujpzvJlni9aK-12hlL0tQ6hYZRNVaYKzzQYxvbC-uNneuxrjRDP-ZQkAh11ahhtfG19F5Te2E8Q/s220/16+%281%29.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841944973567929269.post-1168232324689592374</id><published>2011-11-24T00:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T00:56:19.958-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eu tenho saudades"/><title type='text'>EU TENHO SAUDADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de tudo que marcou a minha vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quando vejo retratos, quando sinto cheiros,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;quando escuto uma voz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;quando me lembro do passado, eu sinto saudades...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;SINTO SAUDADES&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de amigos que nunca mais vi,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de pessoas com quem não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;mais falei ou cruzei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;SINTO SAUDADES&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;da minha infância,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;do meu primeiro amor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;do meu segundo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;do terceiro,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;do penúltimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;e daqueles que ainda vou vir a ter,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;se Deus quiser...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;SINTO SAUDADES&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;do presente, que não aproveitei de todo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;lembrando do passado e apostando no futuro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;SINTO SAUDADES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;do futuro, que se idealizado,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;provavelmente não será do jeito&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;que eu penso que vai ser...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;SINTO SAUDADES&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de quem me deixou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;e de quem eu deixei,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de quem disse que viria e nem apareceu;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de quem apareceu correndo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;sem me conhecer direito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de quem nunca vou ter&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;a oportunidade de conhecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;SINTO SAUDADES&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;dos que se foram&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;e de quem não me despedi direito;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;daqueles que não tiveram como me dizer adeus;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de gente que passou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;na calçada contrária da minha vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;e que só enxerguei de vislumbre;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de coisas que eu tive&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;e de outras que não tive mas quis muito ter;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de coisas que nem sei que existiram&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;mas que se soubesse,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de certo gostaria de experimentar;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;SINTO SAUDADES&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de coisas sérias,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de coisas hilariantes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de casos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de experiências...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;SINTO SAUDADES&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;do cachorrinho que eu tive um dia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;e que me amava totalmente,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;como só os cães são capazes de fazer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;dos livros que li e que me fizeram viajar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;dos discos que ouvi e que me fizeram sonhar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;das coisas que vivi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;e das que deixei passar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;sem curtir na totalidade;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quantas vezes tenho vontade de encontrar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;não sei o que,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;não sei aonde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;para resgatar alguma coisa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;que nem sei o que é e nem onde perdi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vejo o mundo girando e penso que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;poderia estar sentindo SAUDADES em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;japonês, em russo, em italiano, em inglês,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;mas que minha saudade,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;por eu ter nascido brasileiro,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;só fala português embora, lá no fundo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;possa ser poliglota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aliás, dizem que costuma-se usar sempre&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;a língua pátria, espontaneamente,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;quando estamos desesperados,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;para contar dinheiro, fazer amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;e clarear sentimentos fortes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;seja lá em que lugar do mundo estejamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu acredito que um simples &quot;I Miss You&quot;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;ou seja lá como possamos traduzir SAUDADE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;em outra língua,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;nunca terá a mesma força e significado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;da nossa palavrinha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Talvez não exprima, corretamente, a imensa falta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;que sentimos de coisas ou pessoas queridas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;E é por isso que eu tenho mais SAUDADES...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Porque encontrei uma palavra para usar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;todas as vezes em que sinto este&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;aperto no peito, meio nostálgico,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;meio gostoso, mas que funciona melhor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;do que um sinal vital quando se quer falar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de vida e de sentimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ela é a prova inequívoca de que somos sensíveis,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de que amamos muito&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;do que tivemos e lamentamos as coisas boas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;que perdemos ao longo da nossa existência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;SENTIR SAUDADES, é sinal de que se está vivo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;e a vida, mesmo com tantas saudades,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;depois dos amigos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;é o bem maior que possuímos !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Campanha Gaúcho sem modéstia.(polar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Não basta ser brasileiro, tem que ser Gaúcho.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/feeds/8606535460080209894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/campanha-gaucho-sem-modestia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/8606535460080209894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/8606535460080209894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/campanha-gaucho-sem-modestia.html' title=''/><author><name>Lennon Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621290345233691996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv9PmEBMc7Y3YZfM2F5L8-AI9IBK3oic5DbPvzXmLm_E6wcaENPs3ujpzvJlni9aK-12hlL0tQ6hYZRNVaYKzzQYxvbC-uNneuxrjRDP-ZQkAh11ahhtfG19F5Te2E8Q/s220/16+%281%29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfDA0AwX2K1ghQYQYgnU29IiDfkU6dvXWw70DhY7QTeuJP2M-t-_72OjH278WIQz0XAM5oM6A-33XmL386cUF-OWH2ge-7utGDsrDGOIpXOC9I8HFdh8XquZeaL_U9YpnQNfrKcgFVp6ar/s72-c/307456_126905910743816_100002732228686_98815_499672563_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841944973567929269.post-7394355705203106730</id><published>2011-09-22T15:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:30:46.322-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Gaúcho e o Leão</title><content type='html'>O gaúcho andava a cavalo&amp;nbsp;pelas florestas africanas quando, de repente, entra em uma clareira e se depara com um enorme leão faminto.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O cavalo, que não devia ser crioulo, se assusta com a presença do enorme felino e começa a refugar, até que dá uma empinada derrubando o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gaúcho no chão e em seguida foge em disparada deixando o gaudério sozinho atirado a própria sorte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O gaúcho começa a bater a poeira devagarito, e vê que o bichano vem lentamente em sua direção já afiando os dentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então, antes de agir, faz uma pequena oração:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tchê Deus!!!, - Se o senhor está torcendo por mim, faça com que eu puxe agora essa minha adaga da bota, atire-a em direção do leão de maneira certeira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fazendo com que atinja o meio da cabeça dele e seja mortal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mas tchê Deus, se o senhor tiver torcendo pelo leão, que o bicho dê um pulo certeiro, mordendo diretamente minha jugular, e que eu morra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na hora, sem sofrimento, nem dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Agora, Tchê Deus, se o senhor não estiver torcendo pra ninguém, pega uma costela de &quot;oveia&quot; assada e uma Polar, senta ali naquela pedra, e assista uma das maiores peleias que já se sucederam por essas bandas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu vou &quot;di-mu-li&quot; esse bichinho a pau!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mazáááhhhh Gaúcho véio!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: &#39;Courier New&#39;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;fonte: facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/feeds/7394355705203106730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-gaucho-e-o-leao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/7394355705203106730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/7394355705203106730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-gaucho-e-o-leao.html' title='O Gaúcho e o Leão'/><author><name>Lennon Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621290345233691996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv9PmEBMc7Y3YZfM2F5L8-AI9IBK3oic5DbPvzXmLm_E6wcaENPs3ujpzvJlni9aK-12hlL0tQ6hYZRNVaYKzzQYxvbC-uNneuxrjRDP-ZQkAh11ahhtfG19F5Te2E8Q/s220/16+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841944973567929269.post-8495877254794291671</id><published>2011-09-10T12:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T20:12:54.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana Farroupilha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoX5ojwFI-o/TFsLfnOuXuI/AAAAAAAAKkk/LEhlAjqel_c/s1600/logo2010.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;201&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoX5ojwFI-o/TFsLfnOuXuI/AAAAAAAAKkk/LEhlAjqel_c/s320/logo2010.gif&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aqui no Rio Grande do Sul, comemoramos a semana farroupilha, uma data muito importante para nos, gaúchos.&lt;br /&gt;
A semana farroupilha serve pra&amp;nbsp;comemorar o inicio da revolução farroupilha, relembrando guerra dos farrapos contra o império, durou cerca de dez anos, até ser proclamada a República Rio-Grandense.&lt;br /&gt;
A semana Farroupilha, é a semana onde mostramos todo nosso orgulho em ser gaúcho, onde falamos &quot;bah&quot;, &quot;guri&quot;, &quot;guria&quot;, &quot;tchê&quot;, todas os termos gaúchescos, muito mais que o normal. É a semana onde colocamos nossa bombacha, nossa bota, colocamos o facão na cintura, o lenço no pescoço e o chapéu na cabeça, é quando acordamos as 6 da manha para abrir o piquete, cortamos a lenha para preparar o bom churrasco de chão, tomamos nosso chimarrão enquanto largartiamos no sol, contamos boas histórias em volta do fogo de chão, ouvimos poemas sendo declamados, dançamos um bom vaneirão, emfim desfrutamos de toda a nossa tradição e cultura.&lt;br /&gt;
Semana Farroupilha é a semana onde demonstramos nosso orgulho em ser o povo que mais sabe canta o hino do próprio estado, em ser o povo com mais tradição, em ser o povo com mais&amp;nbsp;princípios. É a semana onde demonstramos todo nosso orgulho de ser GAÚCHOS.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/feeds/8495877254794291671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/semana-farroupilha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/8495877254794291671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/8495877254794291671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/semana-farroupilha.html' title='Semana Farroupilha'/><author><name>Lennon Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621290345233691996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv9PmEBMc7Y3YZfM2F5L8-AI9IBK3oic5DbPvzXmLm_E6wcaENPs3ujpzvJlni9aK-12hlL0tQ6hYZRNVaYKzzQYxvbC-uNneuxrjRDP-ZQkAh11ahhtfG19F5Te2E8Q/s220/16+%281%29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OoX5ojwFI-o/TFsLfnOuXuI/AAAAAAAAKkk/LEhlAjqel_c/s72-c/logo2010.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841944973567929269.post-4272697874185764842</id><published>2011-09-06T14:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T14:58:14.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>‎&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq2jvv6srs1qczfi2o1_500.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;333&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; src=&quot;http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq2jvv6srs1qczfi2o1_500.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Sexo é a coisa mais divertida que eu faço sem rir.&quot; (Woody Allen) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
\o/\o/\o/ FELIZ DIA DO SEXO \o/\o/\o/</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/feeds/4272697874185764842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/pensamento-do-dia_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/4272697874185764842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/4272697874185764842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/pensamento-do-dia_06.html' title='Pensamento do dia'/><author><name>Lennon Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621290345233691996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv9PmEBMc7Y3YZfM2F5L8-AI9IBK3oic5DbPvzXmLm_E6wcaENPs3ujpzvJlni9aK-12hlL0tQ6hYZRNVaYKzzQYxvbC-uNneuxrjRDP-ZQkAh11ahhtfG19F5Te2E8Q/s220/16+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841944973567929269.post-2939111490390065749</id><published>2011-09-06T14:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T14:55:08.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.youtube.com/embed/Z4bib4PBqGA?feature=player_embedded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: bottom;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;When I find myself in times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;
Mother Mary comes to me&lt;br /&gt;
Speaking words of wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;And in my hour of darkness&lt;br /&gt;
She is standing right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;
Speaking words of wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;
Whisper words of wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;And when the broken hearted people&lt;br /&gt;
Living in the world agree&lt;br /&gt;
There will be an answer:&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;For though they may be parted there is&lt;br /&gt;
Still a chance that they will see&lt;br /&gt;
There will be an answer:&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;
There will be an answer:&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;
Whisper words of wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah let it be&lt;br /&gt;
Whisper words of wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;And when the night is cloudy&lt;br /&gt;
There is still a light that shines on me&lt;br /&gt;
Shine on until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I wake up to the sound of music&lt;br /&gt;
Mother Mary comes to me&lt;br /&gt;
Speaking words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;
There will be an answer:&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;
There will be an answer:&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;
Whisper words of wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;
Let it be ♫&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/feeds/2939111490390065749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/let-it-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/2939111490390065749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/2939111490390065749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/let-it-be.html' title='Let it be'/><author><name>Lennon Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621290345233691996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv9PmEBMc7Y3YZfM2F5L8-AI9IBK3oic5DbPvzXmLm_E6wcaENPs3ujpzvJlni9aK-12hlL0tQ6hYZRNVaYKzzQYxvbC-uNneuxrjRDP-ZQkAh11ahhtfG19F5Te2E8Q/s220/16+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841944973567929269.post-1195280458985719523</id><published>2011-09-05T17:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T17:09:00.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Pode ser que um dia deixemos de nos falar...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Mas, enquanto houver amizade,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Faremos as pazes de novo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Pode ser que um dia o tempo passe...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Mas, se a amizade permanecer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Um de outro se há-de lembrar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Pode ser que um dia nos afastemos...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Mas, se formos amigos de verdade,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A amizade nos reaproximará.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Pode ser que um dia não mais existamos...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Mas, se ainda sobrar amizade,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Nasceremos de novo, um para o outro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Pode ser que um dia tudo acabe...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Mas, com a amizade construiremos tudo novamente,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Cada vez de forma diferente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sendo único e inesquecível cada momento&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Que juntos viveremos e nos lembraremos para sempre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Há duas formas para viver a sua vida:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Uma é acreditar que não existe milagre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A outra é acreditar que todas as coisas são um milagre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;Albert Einstein&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Depois de uma tarde como a de domingo, não podia deixar de postar algo sobre amizade. Então escolhi &amp;nbsp;esse poema que eu gosto muito.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/feeds/1195280458985719523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/amizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/1195280458985719523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/1195280458985719523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Lennon Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621290345233691996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv9PmEBMc7Y3YZfM2F5L8-AI9IBK3oic5DbPvzXmLm_E6wcaENPs3ujpzvJlni9aK-12hlL0tQ6hYZRNVaYKzzQYxvbC-uNneuxrjRDP-ZQkAh11ahhtfG19F5Te2E8Q/s220/16+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841944973567929269.post-5695206204439482857</id><published>2011-09-05T17:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:04:31.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhETHXF6I6f-d7Xly5L5aTx_EcUoevWoYneylKA5D63_mLKNEBMDwkCNmgD5APUpdly-oD15eA4OVG7gTgfEhfpPcX_wdax4O6MIbZCqUnFIQkyhj1pOHxHMaJQnH3w8XvdrQk2JaqoQTga/s1600/pomba.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhETHXF6I6f-d7Xly5L5aTx_EcUoevWoYneylKA5D63_mLKNEBMDwkCNmgD5APUpdly-oD15eA4OVG7gTgfEhfpPcX_wdax4O6MIbZCqUnFIQkyhj1pOHxHMaJQnH3w8XvdrQk2JaqoQTga/s320/pomba.jpg&quot; width=&quot;231&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Amo a liberdade, por isso deixo as coisas que amo livres. Se elas voltarem é porque as conquistei. Se não voltarem é porque nunca as possuí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;John Lennon&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/feeds/5695206204439482857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/pensamento-do-dia_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/5695206204439482857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/5695206204439482857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/pensamento-do-dia_05.html' title='Pensamento do dia'/><author><name>Lennon Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621290345233691996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv9PmEBMc7Y3YZfM2F5L8-AI9IBK3oic5DbPvzXmLm_E6wcaENPs3ujpzvJlni9aK-12hlL0tQ6hYZRNVaYKzzQYxvbC-uNneuxrjRDP-ZQkAh11ahhtfG19F5Te2E8Q/s220/16+%281%29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhETHXF6I6f-d7Xly5L5aTx_EcUoevWoYneylKA5D63_mLKNEBMDwkCNmgD5APUpdly-oD15eA4OVG7gTgfEhfpPcX_wdax4O6MIbZCqUnFIQkyhj1pOHxHMaJQnH3w8XvdrQk2JaqoQTga/s72-c/pomba.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841944973567929269.post-4562998107351199422</id><published>2011-09-02T14:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T16:56:33.212-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No ônibus</title><content type='html'>O ambiente do&amp;nbsp;ônibus&amp;nbsp;é um ambiente é muito engraçado, hoje pela manha, indo para meu curso, eu comecei a reparar no comportamento das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;
Muitas pessoas se sentem em casa no&amp;nbsp;ônibus, agem como se estivessem no&amp;nbsp;sofá&amp;nbsp;de casa, se atiram no banco, ocupam o&amp;nbsp;máximo&amp;nbsp;de espaço que podem,&amp;nbsp;só&amp;nbsp;faltam coloca os pés sobre os bancos. no entanto outras pessoas se sentem em um ambiente totalmente&amp;nbsp;hostil, mal sentam no banco,&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;param de olhar para os lados quando estão em pé, e olham fixamente pra baixo quando estão sentados, chega a ser engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;
Existem outros tipos de passageiros também, como os esquecidos, aqueles que se lembram que tem que descer do&amp;nbsp;ônibus, quando o&amp;nbsp;ônibus&amp;nbsp;está quase saindo da parada, eles se levantam e sai esbarrando em todo mundo, e gritam ainda: &quot;vai desce, vai desce&quot;. Isso é outra coisa curiosa no&amp;nbsp;ônibus, não importa quem vai desce, se é eu, tu, ele, nos, vos, eles, sempre gritam: &quot;vai desce&quot; , acho que a maioria dos passageiros só sabem conjugar o verbo descer no presente do indicativo na 3ª pessoa do singular. Mas continuando no&amp;nbsp;raciocínio&amp;nbsp;dos tipos de passageiros, tem ainda os afobadinhos, aqueles que na metade do caminha&amp;nbsp;já&amp;nbsp;estão na porta esperando pra desce, e consecutivamente atrapalhando quem quer descer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ainda tem as pessoas idosas, essas&amp;nbsp;são&amp;nbsp;as mais interessantes, elas nunca sentam nos assentos reservados à elas, e quando o&amp;nbsp;ônibus&amp;nbsp;está cheio elas param bem nas pessoas que estão com mochila ou algo que seja ruim de carregar em pé, em olham fixamente pra pessoa ate ela oferecer o lugar, e mesmo assim se sentam e nem agradecem.&lt;br /&gt;
Tem também os dorminhocos, mal sentam no&amp;nbsp;ônibus&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;já&amp;nbsp;estão&amp;nbsp;dormindo, e ainda usam nosso ombro de travesseiro.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o pior de todos é o&amp;nbsp;bêbado, fica a viajem inteira falando besteira, gritando, e as vezes vomita. Não vou falar do funkeiro sem fones, porque esse todo mundo fala.&lt;br /&gt;
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Esse foi um relato de um passageiro de&amp;nbsp;ônibus, que fica pasmado com cada figura que vê nos&amp;nbsp;ônibus&amp;nbsp;de Porto Alegre</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/feeds/4562998107351199422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-onibus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/4562998107351199422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/4562998107351199422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-onibus.html' title='No ônibus'/><author><name>Lennon Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621290345233691996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv9PmEBMc7Y3YZfM2F5L8-AI9IBK3oic5DbPvzXmLm_E6wcaENPs3ujpzvJlni9aK-12hlL0tQ6hYZRNVaYKzzQYxvbC-uNneuxrjRDP-ZQkAh11ahhtfG19F5Te2E8Q/s220/16+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841944973567929269.post-8440023736362079434</id><published>2011-09-01T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:10:44.399-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyxvBiRaez8FjWtniLe1AK7p-Rd1A3LQc8Ycv7JVZco24yu9o2j_wAZFF8q2LX-C3E7tT_NeojjCqYAvoqxET7xBvS76sWgRb5d_9D8PEXhlHZiNGwnx72Rrz84mEM-gIeNcjDgynj7J8T/s1600/rei+leao3.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyxvBiRaez8FjWtniLe1AK7p-Rd1A3LQc8Ycv7JVZco24yu9o2j_wAZFF8q2LX-C3E7tT_NeojjCqYAvoqxET7xBvS76sWgRb5d_9D8PEXhlHZiNGwnx72Rrz84mEM-gIeNcjDgynj7J8T/s320/rei+leao3.jpg&quot; width=&quot;232&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;quando o mundo vira as costas pra você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;você vira as costas para o mundo.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Quarta foi um dia bem interessante, descobri que muitas pessoas não sabem andar no centro, descobri também que a lei de murphy existe. Vou relatar os fatos então.&lt;br /&gt;
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Estava eu acordado as 6:00, meu curso é as 9:30, mas tinha que passar no parobé antes,&amp;nbsp;então&amp;nbsp;tomei banho, comi e sai, atrasado, quase perdi o&amp;nbsp;ônibus, corri pra pegar ele, e descobri que era o&amp;nbsp;ônibus&amp;nbsp;errado, demorei mais pra chegar no meu destino, e tive que caminha um pouco mais. Logo que desço do&amp;nbsp;ônibus, encontro uma senhora bem calma, sem muita pressa pra ir onde estava indo, essa mesma senhora andava na minha frente, sem &amp;nbsp;me dar a chance de caminhar mais&amp;nbsp;rápido, quando finalmente consigo passar a senhora, paro na sinaleira, tenho que esperar o sinal fechar para os carros, quando o sinal fecha, abre o sinal na outra mão da via. Finalmente atravesso a rua, vou caminhando pela calçada, quando passa o&amp;nbsp;ônibus&amp;nbsp;pela poça de água, por pouco tomo um banho de água suja, tenho que caminhar cuidando todos os carros que passam pela rua, para&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;tomar um banho.&lt;br /&gt;
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Chego no meu primeiro destino, secretaria do parobé, la recebo uma noticia ruim, meu processo foi reprovado,&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;posso fazer minha rematricula, desanimado desso as escadas e vou ao bar tomar meu café da manha, peço um pastel de frango e um copo de refri, vou me sentar, coloco o refri na mesa, a mochila na cadeira, esbarro na mesa, derramo metade do copo, molho minhas calças e meu pastel. Pois é, tive que comer um pastel molhado, e tomar meio copo de refri, e enxugar minhas calças com guardanapos vagabundos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sigo rumo ao meu curso de Webdesign, vou pra parada esperar o o primeiro&amp;nbsp;ônibus, pra chegar mais cedo no curso. O&amp;nbsp;ônibus&amp;nbsp;demora, chegaria mais&amp;nbsp;rápido&amp;nbsp;se fosse a pé. indo pra parada do segundo&amp;nbsp;ônibus, esbarro com pessoas que&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;se decidem pra que lado&amp;nbsp;vão, quando chego perto da parada o&amp;nbsp;ônibus&amp;nbsp;esta saindo, corro mas mesmo assim&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;consigo pegar ele. espero o&amp;nbsp;próximo, chego atrasado no curso.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finalmente chego no curso, ao entrar na sala, me deparo com a mesma cheia, tenho que sentar com&amp;nbsp;alguém, analiso toda a turma e escolha uma pessoa, ótima pessoa, porem o pior lugar da sala, bem na frente das mais tagarelas da turma. Passo a aula inteira ouvindo conversas sobre futuros namorados, e ouvindo minha colega cantar uma musica em&amp;nbsp;inglês, tal musica que ela&amp;nbsp;só&amp;nbsp;sabia o&amp;nbsp;refrão, e essa mesma colega&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;saiba falar&amp;nbsp;inglês.&lt;br /&gt;
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Na volta pra casa a mesma situação do&amp;nbsp;ônibus, perco ele novamente.o clima começa a mudar e vem o efeito cebola , começo a tirar os casacos, e coloco na mochila, tal mochila que incha parecendo uma mala.&lt;br /&gt;
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Chegando no centro minha mãe me liga, pedindo pra mi ir no supermercado. La vou eu, em pleno meio dia, fazer compras no zaffari do centro, quase derrubo os itens da estante com minha mochila. saindo do mercado &amp;nbsp;sou atropelado por um cego enquanto estou arrumando minha mochila.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pego o&amp;nbsp;ônibus&amp;nbsp;em direção ao meu lar, o&amp;nbsp;ônibus&amp;nbsp;enche, venho quase o caminho inteiro com um gordo encochando meu ombro. na hora de descer o motorista para com a porta na pior parte da calçada.&lt;br /&gt;
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Chego em casa, lar doce lar. Minha mãe me espera com uma lista de coisas para fazer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Conclusão: quando você pensa que pior que ta não fica, você se engana, e tudo piora cada vez mais.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/feeds/842036248074819467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/coisas-do-cotidiano-primeira-postagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/842036248074819467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841944973567929269/posts/default/842036248074819467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motocadeprastico.blogspot.com/2011/09/coisas-do-cotidiano-primeira-postagem.html' title='Coisas do cotidiano (primeira postagem)'/><author><name>Lennon Soares</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621290345233691996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgv9PmEBMc7Y3YZfM2F5L8-AI9IBK3oic5DbPvzXmLm_E6wcaENPs3ujpzvJlni9aK-12hlL0tQ6hYZRNVaYKzzQYxvbC-uNneuxrjRDP-ZQkAh11ahhtfG19F5Te2E8Q/s220/16+%281%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>