<?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-2928605259610441450</id><updated>2024-11-01T04:51:14.895-03:00</updated><category term="coisas do coração"/><category term="desisto"/><category term="pensamentos"/><category term="poesia"/><category term="saudades"/><category term="sem assunto"/><title type='text'>Qualquer Rua</title><subtitle type='html'>Qualquer rua, todos os caminhos, algumas histórias, muitas vidas, poucas vezes sozinho...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-8109949361213193503</id><published>2010-06-04T20:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:34:23.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Muito tempo sem escrever...
Tenho este problema...
Entre muitos...

Não sou o cara perfeito e como já escrevi antes, nem busco esta perfeição...
Sou o cara que inicia um projeto musical e para...
Sou o cara que possui inúmeras idéias, mas não as prossegue...
Que fez escolhas que não ajudaram em nada o meu caminho...

Então, você pergunta:
&quot;Tá e ai?, Acordou deprimido? &quot;
Assumo que ando deprimido.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/8109949361213193503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/8109949361213193503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2010/06/muito-tempo-sem-escrever.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-3311330762952806836</id><published>2009-10-12T22:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:24:05.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">
Já escrevi sobre o dia das crianças...
Mas, resolvi escrever de novo...
Repetitivo?
Talvez...
Mas, vamos lá...

Me peguei pensando em várias coisas...
Sobre minha infância...
As brincadeiras na rua, aquele famoso grito que ecoava: &quot;Luciano, vem toma banho...&quot;
Em ser o primeiro ou o último a ser escolhido no futebol.
A primeira volta de bicicleta, a primeira olhada diferente para a menina mais </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/3311330762952806836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/3311330762952806836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2009/10/ja-escrevi-sobre-o-dia-das-criancas.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO7BnCeHrBB7fm8G5Xg1WUAWM4ww-z8KeIO9qh8GJIlqrHEcael14S5barOd7ezIGFuFRv2AERmwk0RFH_gmoZXcuiZabg72bKY0lT-yOaxd0Z0AQS4TcjWPHz1hWf4tsdCXH7L8UPjHc/s72-c/1343.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-6573356898632488802</id><published>2009-10-10T13:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:50:34.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">
Queria ter de volta o olhar de criança, para a cada nova cor, novo dia, nova esquina encontrar algo novo.  
Queria ter de volta a imaginação da criança, para a cada descoberta nascer uma nova aventura.  
Queria ter de volta a espontaneidade da criança, para que a cada frase dita, não me sinta envergonhado por falar sem pensar.

Queria ter de volta tantas coisas que fui deixando...  
Quando </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/6573356898632488802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/6573356898632488802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2009/10/queria-ter-de-volta-o-olhar-de-crianca.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyQXjmbhE1RTNlpvrcHO-Ef7KYwmKU-FYq238LWpk8Icd9ebBZJQrNfAarWZdL4zkrwpI6q3gga6L1KB3TCHm3w1zEL0GFzlAUEvAyViTU6c3lLV26vM_M1bqgfK8Q0SqvJZRMm75A2xw/s72-c/arvore1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-3428030250048588432</id><published>2009-09-16T23:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:31:19.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Sinceramente, nunca fui a melhor pessoa do mundo.
Eitcha...Esta história de iniciar os textos com frases reveladoras ou de impacto é boa, pois pode chamar audiência...Tipo matar um personagem na primeira página do livro e enrolar durante outras 300 sobre quem fez isso...
Mas, também é perigoso, pois pode gerar uma expectativa que pode não ser suprida.
Também percebo que sou muito repetitivo...
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/3428030250048588432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/3428030250048588432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2009/09/sinceramente-nunca-fui-melhor-pessoa-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/1253493260567078316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/1253493260567078316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoje-o-texto-e-curto.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4XiXz4LGquUZcAzwj5aZh6dkBJ-o04VEUhb8JuIEx39kWAQJ5-8Y1pPKM7luZjYovzNKFJ5IUtjHxwYVpEGUHPmhhQ0GNhw8ztyW8s28VhIPWGeGXlXtCpjVZxM_b23SIW87ZG43qspg/s72-c/7895musica.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-3453392210581385713</id><published>2009-08-15T10:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:06:55.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Nossa vida é um grande circo.Eitcha...Iniciei o texto com a frase errada...heheheAté com a imagem errada...Vamos de novo.Nossa vida é um grande cíclo...Sim isso mesmo...Um ciclo.Por isso, quando percebemos voltamos a certos pontos que, pensando bem, já passamos inúmeras vezes...E , caro amigo, enquanto você não solucioná-lo, ele voltará.Por isso, que quando percebemos damos de cara com aquela “</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/3453392210581385713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/3453392210581385713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2009/08/nossa-vida-e-um-grande-circo.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAf6543PMop-7mjkvULQnHNYnnyBrXStIbuIe-CqHTReqVyvlwX-b91U7oYxOa6W5zdVBXzKh-3BN2i3fVtma6AmQ4gCjxEnoEvdyzPwrAjzkVR3FvwsSyVLfqNO5DL8OKaTrxu3rDNjQ/s72-c/circo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-4367389255290211562</id><published>2009-06-26T23:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:57:31.439-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Bem, mais uma semana...Meus inícios de post são sempre iguais...Tipo, “um amigo(a) tem um problema”...Hoje vou escrever sobre tempo.A maldito tempo.Aquele que quando precisamos sempre falta...Nunca temos, ele sempre passa mais rápido, mas o pior problema do tempo é... Faltou tempo.Me dediquei tanto a tal coisa, mas deixei outra de lado, quando percebi...Faltou tempo...E não tive como voltar.Não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/4367389255290211562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/4367389255290211562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2009/06/bem-mais-uma-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTp98fSqh94sWBwJRan5xAsKp0IsrPe8OM7xX57KvaxplEIs_oQhtZvkfT_P-Ut1YW3nQqkmK7LVK_PM6ao6so5PmiHt7DLSFQqMrfTI06yP0aXANcamIvWj-oOZQTbra18jHVLYZXMk4/s72-c/relogio1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-193702857406710832</id><published>2009-05-24T10:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:11:11.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Recebo semanalmente inúmeros email’s , torpedos e sinais de fumaça, de amigos indicando algum assunto para ser escrito aqui...Um em especial me pediu para escrever sobre:Solidão / Perda / Mágoa.Bem, falar deste três assuntos me remete a um quarto assunto:Amor.Vamos analisar friamente...Falo de três das maiores dores do homem.Porque é... São as maiores dores...E são quatro dores que invadem nosso </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/193702857406710832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/193702857406710832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2009/05/recebo-semanalmente-inumeros-emails.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZqqZC1Cps3IBggtDM9oc-ZgtG7dbbnmHEXnw8t6dDvs3Mls9EmmdwZOzICF150G8xHHgqQ4DmGe54N9-m0uEWKg0oNqktUVzEu5od_IqS0ugHYLp8SNsQJ5I0hKl3aLCw19YVu-XXaew/s72-c/vida.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-2207970576356621059</id><published>2009-05-14T16:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:05:20.617-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Sou um cara que gosta de olhar a vida...É a frase é esta mesmo...Gosto de olhar a vida, sentar e ver a vida passar.Ih...Você não está entendendo...As pessoas passam com seus pensamentos...Vão e vem...Perdidas ou não...Com rumo ou sem rumo...Visto de cima deve ser uma visão bem estranha...Formigas que parecem que não possuem direção...Ah...A Vida !!!!!Complicada...HeheheMas...É assim mesmo...Todos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/2207970576356621059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/2207970576356621059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2009/05/sou-um-cara-que-gosta-de-olhar-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1iu1TwNg05rLUr6zD2nfeTaN0hF5yQtbncGawFh2NaLm9WkvrmQYngX8S0bNE-kLBZMll8eHiT0jRcH2VxiVkYFDkPrzzZ_BnI5Z6gh9RW79Hp4xMxO-r4V7i2VgF7sIxEHKr863EMH8/s72-c/a+estrada+da+vida+-+Elliott+Erwitt.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-422633257878612807</id><published>2009-03-25T21:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:45:37.595-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Quinze minutos !!!Não quero um mês, nem 1 dia...Preciso de 15 minutos !!!Hehehe...É...E começou o ano...PuTZ!!!Neste momento você pensa: &quot;Estamos em Abril e ele diz que começou o ano? Eita, ele tá perdido...&quot;Vamos, ver aonde eu me perdi...Talvez tenha me perdido na encruzilhada do pensamento...Deixando de lado sonhos e me entregando a alguma dedicação...Frase complicada...Dedicação...É a única </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/422633257878612807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/422633257878612807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2009/03/quinze-minutos-nao-quero-um-mes-nem-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpTH-gTgWs_QNDXv1jxUlfGUSJvb7ZMclgdw4VNHkbP7h3gziIOI4Bd1a7jCY4q0VY7Tb8s9fSkS-1IvTA3LQ96xlfZqamdYm3DQH1nyuuCZvZ644yLu6LqLf54yakJP_yt9s-L1EKrKs/s72-c/Rede.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-3954695250919850347</id><published>2008-12-14T17:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:46:35.877-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">E chegamos ao final de ano...Me peguei pensando que sempre escrevo sobre mudanças...Mudanças daquilo, mudanças ...mudanças...A vida é uma grande busca, alguém ja disse.Mudanças são necessarias,sim,isto é verdade, mas nos pegamos tanto em mudanças que acabamos mudando tanto nosso caminho que quando percebemos, tudo o que tinhamos como nosso caminho, não existe mais.Chegando o final de ano, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/3954695250919850347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/3954695250919850347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-chegamos-ao-final-de-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEbZQg60530T2jTws3bm8TObjufmnFv02ExqBRreCEJEx5abpq0k0dDkgqUKcgNJT0xaB4W9FifcuSEBPuUG1cPfFyUOfvRoaSSxky6rRAnW5eKplU_dB3UOUfSkH7ORYjmyxsn3cm_OY/s72-c/feliz_2009.gif" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-6125691466486865914</id><published>2008-10-09T17:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:24:20.578-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Canalizamos nossas forças de forma errada.Pensamos que é tudo fácil, não nos preparamos.Acreditamos que somos super-heróis que podemos tudo, mas nossa vida é cheia de kriptonitas.Nossa, hoje &quot;acordei de bem com a vida&#39;, né?heheheO grande problema é que esquecemos muitas coisas.Colocamos o que buscamos no GPS da vida e vamos em frente, mas nunca verificamos ele.Nossa vida é cheia de mudanças. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/6125691466486865914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/6125691466486865914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2008/10/canalizamos-nossas-foras-de-forma.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDiUaQhfrNiJ2ctQpEwBWNhpYH5FxdGOCIKtPiJScDo5Eq5CsrP7_8g-U1UomfzH3Ic4sH4rAp-wSEEFIaQAgVEzG-YKlERhcLAhyphenhyphenVnYw-HDUaYPL1l1oqMXz4PXwUJb3qT0LhK9wFAvE/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-5062719154815719418</id><published>2008-09-28T22:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:37:24.834-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Chegou o dia...Depois de muitos anos, chegou o momento para o primeiro passo para deixar minha marca no mundo (Será que isto é possível? Hehehe).Peraí...Será que isto é possível?A marca que deixamos é individual, em cada pessoa que tocamos.Por isto devemos cuidar o modo como tocamos nas pessoas.Sim, dou permissão para você ter pensamentos libidinosos sobre como tocou ou deixou-se ser tocado(a), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/5062719154815719418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/5062719154815719418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2008/09/chegou-o-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGnb0tn0yM7XZh_lyi6EnAdGxTP_RLB6XayTpFwZRumO_ynSBOf6H5zs6gWMmHv0WTxrHWEZPIvwTeUxm6bkRn8Hk9BW4MvcAtwZJEqFf_dGaX9wRmM-6DHfo-72MXD2kDzJK9xGueprM/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-8744391780312586927</id><published>2008-09-10T23:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:11:45.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">E aqui estou de novo...Outro dia fiz um teste para emprego  e uma das perguntas que eu deveria responder era: Assinale as características que as pessoas gostariam que você tivesse.E para piorar a próxima questão era: Agora assinale as características que você supõe que as pessoas acreditam que você possua.Você se perdeu, não é?Vou assumir que demorei uns dez minutos para entender as questões e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/8744391780312586927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/8744391780312586927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-aqui-estou-de-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhau22TMQq04bMbgvp62ZF8IQDBj6KNCdxca7YBq743JDPtNK_taYcPKRbifrAGCN9EEEw5ThGw9-_flh98P5WGVCp9SHw2MvcVW1ZILgOqXSB87_olZYmH7_pSo28sIaCBtXNQxx79poo/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-5971816125022391766</id><published>2008-08-10T17:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:53:12.015-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Não me pergunte datas, vou ser sincero, em relação a datas eu sou uma negação.Mas me lembro bem que foi num domingo, no Fantástico, Michael JAckson lançando mundialmente sua nova música e o melhor, um clip.Nesta idade, eu já tinha visto muitos clips.Gal Costa, Maria Bethânia, Raul Seixas, até Hermes Aquino cantando &quot;Eu sou nuvem passageira...&quot;, mas do Michael Jackson nunca tinha visto, não que eu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/5971816125022391766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/5971816125022391766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-me-pergunte-datas-vou-ser-sincero-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfATLcGPfKTxycOinO_3OOWxZr0NNlhW0trLJldEC3Z60vot7o9hu_lvL9oV-2SiYwN6t4JIKD3XTiMKnreVxrHGsSmaua-F0QUPzm1nac_PdS355yCV-txL7BbvY6aXm-cO9uw1A_Aaw/s72-c/images5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-7897057256323283885</id><published>2008-07-31T20:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:19:25.613-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">E aqui estamos nós...Só outro dia percebi que o ano já chegou na metade, e como diz uma pessoa a quem sou grande fã (Salve Mauro Borba) : &quot; O Natal tá chegando&quot;.Tenho algumas certezas na minha vida, coisas que fui aprendendo e levarei comigo sempre, desde simples fatos como nunca mais comer mondongo ou certos aprendizados relacionados aos modos de vida das pessoas.Tenho minhas inúmeras dúvidas, e</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/7897057256323283885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/7897057256323283885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-aqui-estamos-ns.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjhMNSLzDZeDk5DMUjJAvuurmhLloz2-LLGOD8J5pBITHo4yVGmgX9BeYDMGLA76bop_hGhkPViBYljMR6c4LaBWzjpryUC96ROQ7UW9nYhK4gk8zL0QBvOx03ptMe4wBXToVppEpzXM/s72-c/images2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-3515613075128161066</id><published>2008-07-13T14:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:19:25.772-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Não sei o que dizer.Simples e direto.Então hoje será um pequeno desabafo.Mesmo sabendo que este não é o objetivo do blog, mas... acaba acontecendo...Quatro meses.Já faz quatro meses que perdi uma pessoa muito importante na minha vida.Sabe o que é pior?É que ainda sinto muito falta...Mudei minha rotina, não passo por lugares onde íamos conversar ou simplesmente caminhar, na verdade nem consigo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/3515613075128161066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/3515613075128161066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-sei-o-que-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOd2H0aT3ryeUKjPeE7F_7DVovtVRZuPoSFTu9-khJ7i6eRS6St_KPZLTeLh4VKu4Ut4zH9LN6MIR36CAoNZhxQeenrpyD50FgueT2-VQRnluqj9NqGA9t_nONWpHVWoB5VLzKJkI5em4/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-7571308898368521889</id><published>2008-06-28T10:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:19:26.152-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Uma das coisas que me irrita são os revolucionários...Sim, revolucionários...Não todos os revolucionários, mas os pré-fabricados, aqueles que carregam de baixo do braço o Manual de Como Ser Um Revolucionário.Deixe-me explicar... Ou tentar...Estou cursando História e, para minha tristeza, encontro nos corredores de minha faculdade uma boa dezena destes.Quando passei no vestibular para este curso, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/7571308898368521889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/7571308898368521889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2008/06/uma-das-coisas-que-me-irrita-so-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBZmX9QVNp_1UEwH7fYhX5Lbracpwq_zqSZ2WQs-AFwrpDUkmuahVeyIl52jP6ADpiocHRaK6xnJXuchqMI6HBYfp26GuY9byDRNCpfWdxMITjsspZCFBif7XGsGzg7qg7WUp9swnDv4/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-470719190974186763</id><published>2008-06-09T15:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:19:26.319-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Outro dia, vi o Filme &quot;Alta fidelidade&quot;, inspirado no livro de mesmo nome de Nick Horby.Como diz uma amigo meu: &quot;Azar eu gostei!&quot;Pra quem gosta de música é um prato cheio.O que mais gostei é que alguns personagens passam o filme inteiro fazendo listas.Os 10 finais de namoro mais traumáticos, as 10 melhores músicas para fazer não sei o que e assim vai...Tinha um colega de trabalho que, como a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/470719190974186763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/470719190974186763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2008/06/outro-dia-vi-o-filme-alta-fidelidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpZ9DO9htdujcvICaeruIJBAoEoeXg9XchUALhYxR_xAgrIeTaS21hnRaGOU6qm-YxmyzBYcOPWAN4U7SSxvRCio1fg0Pzil3KKmeyEljkbc5PCspEHJ24hq5PENnmwynjSZnDFguFCV0/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-7638811279245685555</id><published>2008-05-31T20:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:19:26.486-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Nunca fui um bom estudante, sempre fui &quot;meia-boca&quot;.Rodei uma vez, em Educação Física (é eu sei, parece mentira mas é verdade)... melhor nem tentar explicar...Hehehe.Nunca pensei em fazer faculdade, muito porque nunca achei um curso que estivesse no meu gosto.Uma vez comecei a fazer faculdade de RH, mas...O tempo passou, a vida mudou...Quando vi, estava começando a me interessar pela faculdade de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/7638811279245685555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/7638811279245685555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2008/05/nunca-fui-um-bom-estudante-sempre-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNzjMhyphenhyphenR5OMOzL8eft7QBVu5YRobc-ea3l7gTaZdCAx5d58TtP1AkBkGFDyMw6I0IIGMw231mozoa5-IAeAkr8zJYQIQdc5zy6TFusaserp8f9Rhi_xHYWLr4Inj1rPqqdxSx4uzLhOws/s72-c/image23.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-4140609915678426067</id><published>2008-05-17T20:03:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:19:26.671-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Hoje o texto é diferente, apesar que nunca é igual mesmo...Cresci escutando música,desde as mais obscuras e de gosto duvidoso até ... Hum, complicado explicar, cada um tem seu gosto musical.Mas minhas lembranças mais tenras relacionadas à música são: Legião Urbana, Hermes Aquino,cantando Nuvem Passageira, com direito a clip no Fantástico (eu avisei, músicas de gosto duvidoso) e Michael Jackson, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/4140609915678426067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/4140609915678426067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoje-o-texto-diferente-apesar-que-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnF0E8qbrmJdx-xP6RJiA5LriN3BFTpObcIKoHWnhucGLcIhX2eWdaQZ_GSlfFuCHWQSohLQtLA5jRQlXqHybkGAcugQ4wyQZ6ovYu-SWvwK-iPwLMXEIdha7LQ68Ew5N4T9PTVBnBRwM/s72-c/90.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-7821011958476328855</id><published>2008-05-12T15:26:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:19:26.820-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Nossa...Meu último texto foi dia 21 !?Você já sentiu vontade de largar tudo e sumir ?Pergunta um pouco estúpida, pois todos já tivemos momentos em que desejamos fazer isto... Não que eu, neste tempo sumido, tivesse vontade de fazer isto, bem diferente...Fiquei sem escrever por problemas neste equipamento ao qual nos submetemos e, a cada dia que passa, dependemos mais e mais.Bah... Ficar sem olhar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/7821011958476328855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/7821011958476328855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2008/05/nossa.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwR8DfCyhQJpPOyf3Z93dJ63rAxBqGosYRzXjMYyUOQIdKSdZdllc8rJwmtyAMXizjHHjMF6gkxXhrBiR9zU5ZKrOnyVi8LtXDny8LB7YYuQarlKIBI5islmL0KHEkgTaxTx7wK5QShg/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-8767267688279163583</id><published>2008-04-21T18:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:19:27.174-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Roberto Carlos escreveu &quot;Eu quero ter Um Milhão de amigos...&quot;, me peguei pensando se ele tem...Bem, eu sei que o 50 cent tem, é só olhar no My Space dele (hehehe).Engraçado isto, a necessidade de ter muitos amigos, conquistar 999 amigos no Orkut e conseguir fazer um segundo perfil, pois assim mostrarei que sou uma pessoa...hum...como direi... bem vista por todos.Um amigo (hehehe)... Vamos fazer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/8767267688279163583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/8767267688279163583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2008/04/roberto-carlos-escreveu-eu-quero-ter-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd99He6Vi4AZsmTGHp-7Bfx8_2Ezr7nzJugXhKyjsnEO_Jomp2NkocbLme9oWAH8Z3eF-fM57fuF-sSKMg6e3tyFN2qPoR_SdextxKF3ssUbAaUZ9kelY0IPXVlvIRdzG60unLDLHQSjY/s72-c/images2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-2179835449063990183</id><published>2008-04-19T18:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:19:27.417-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">Existe um lugar que, sinceramente deve ser maior que a Casa da Mãe Joana (a casa dela deve ser grande mesmo, bah, cabe tanta coisa ?!)e , acredito, deve ficar entre o fundo do guarda-roupa (onde achamos tudo o que perdemos) e o planeta BT-23 (você nunca ouviu falar nele?Hehehe)Este lugar se chama vácuo...É pra lá que vão os r$ 5,00 que faltou para pagar a conta e você tinha certeza que estava no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/2179835449063990183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/2179835449063990183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2008/04/existe-um-lugar-que-sinceramente-deve.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2m027QipKAE5VyZek6vgPYdnc2Rr8S7ght_GgC2VIaUEQGNmkwXRTbqF8pQQUucokKCtlQFcEjEfQlpAxGuMLRFmnITszMqC_yhReoXlfIXtsRvMNCWVYWpzRgygoaTx6DMrKve9tUgU/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2928605259610441450.post-4686251237167200874</id><published>2008-04-05T11:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:19:27.644-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">PromessaTe amarei,Esta é a promessa que te farei.Te amar infinitamenteSem medo do rumo que teremos.Te amarei todos os dias ,Na ânsia infinita de nunca repetirOs dias e os modos de te amar.Te amarei cada segundo.Te amarei por toda a minha vida.Sabendo que sem você...Ela não será completa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/4686251237167200874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2928605259610441450/posts/default/4686251237167200874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qualquerrua.blogspot.com/2008/04/promessa-te-amarei-esta-promessa-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Luciano R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12170001192185559822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uo1J9GaQ77XymLxv_vGbi4s0yDpQ-J38anlWu1F7671CTVt6P7dkZmT2Kyp3Cpx7zTi8wrFDK6ehJ8MiBh7gTjOVPsJ7TOAPYaTIKaOGIUsTbt9hFyyhdDsVlNNmok0/s220/images2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfyUsd8XlDIT2l3qnrKy6FeiHQxw5nQdwpeCAkGdzuf8mZRcrGmzPVI65bQ9RzLAJECoXODr8DzY-li5m8O6n8T19PVDl3ebNVLVzLELqUqE8H53DBg5-8BPqzl0xCk37EthflwjvfIig/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry></feed>