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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UGQH8yfyp7ImA9WhRbGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75651852545721315</id><updated>2012-02-11T11:40:21.197-08:00</updated><category term="Música" /><category term="Apenas 2011" /><category term="control" /><category term="OsEscolhidos" /><category term="Papai Noel" /><category term="Beyonce" /><category term="Família" /><category term="BRASILIA" /><category term="Reflita Sobre isso" /><category term="Coldplay" /><category term="Megh Stock" /><category term="Descontrair" /><category term="Barzinho" /><category term="Bandas" /><category term="Divulgação" /><category term="ajuda" /><category term="Pitty" /><category term="Ser fã é" /><title>Keizy ●๋•Bar</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://keizybar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://keizybar.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Keizy  Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443754215539880546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8EwYrQR9atE/S8No03ivLjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SHNqUHz75SY/S220/Imag010.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/tlCPx" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/tlcpx" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08MQH44eSp7ImA9WhRUE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75651852545721315.post-6469600962118992337</id><published>2012-01-22T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T15:38:01.031-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T15:38:01.031-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BRASILIA" /><title>Enquanto isso na rua de trás ...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-07ty7HUHwdXB-hty2WNMVHpkIc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-07ty7HUHwdXB-hty2WNMVHpkIc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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Sábado de muita correria&lt;/div&gt;
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Falou em festa o mundo para só para curti-lá.&lt;/div&gt;
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E festa na vizinhança é melhor ainda!&lt;/div&gt;
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Fomos todos bonitos para o aniversário de 15 anos da afilhada da minha mãe, chegando lá ... tudo muito calmo, música rolando, os convidados comendo ... e nós ficamos sem mesa!&lt;/div&gt;
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Logo, tomamos de conta da pista de dança&lt;/div&gt;
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Dançamos&lt;/div&gt;
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Dançamos e Dançamos&lt;/div&gt;
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E paramos de dançar, por que estava na hora da valsa&lt;/div&gt;
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A aniversariante dançou&lt;/div&gt;
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dançou&lt;/div&gt;
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e&lt;/div&gt;
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dançou&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibxep6HJlp0/TxyiphkaEoI/AAAAAAAABAY/meCL8h0p39U/s1600/DSC03625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibxep6HJlp0/TxyiphkaEoI/AAAAAAAABAY/meCL8h0p39U/s320/DSC03625.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cantou-se o parabéns pra você nessa data querida muitas felicidades muitos anos de vida&lt;/div&gt;
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Tiramos foto com a aniversariante&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RIAEHPagJYM/Txyj5Q9ZpVI/AAAAAAAABAg/ONnXIjdlNzU/s1600/sdffd.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RIAEHPagJYM/Txyj5Q9ZpVI/AAAAAAAABAg/ONnXIjdlNzU/s320/sdffd.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kamila, Karol, Thaís, Eu, Kássi e Karol(Lu)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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O Cícero ficou puto, por não poder tirar foto com a aniversariante por que ele é menino, e por isso resolveu tirar foto de costas em protesto&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Igbz3PUmZh0/Txyk726gflI/AAAAAAAABAo/7T6LTk37n4M/s1600/DSC03597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Igbz3PUmZh0/Txyk726gflI/AAAAAAAABAo/7T6LTk37n4M/s320/DSC03597.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando a pista de dança foi aberta, tomamos de conta da pista novamente ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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mas, apareceu os amigos da aniversariante!&lt;/div&gt;
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E quando começou a tocar o tal do funk, apareceram &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;todos&lt;/span&gt; os amigos da aniversariante! &lt;/div&gt;
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Ai nós fomos sentar, por que né&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IT2kYZgfwLY/TxymxyGTknI/AAAAAAAABAw/1zI5myZzm4Y/s1600/DSC03614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IT2kYZgfwLY/TxymxyGTknI/AAAAAAAABAw/1zI5myZzm4Y/s320/DSC03614.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu e Karol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Voltamos para nossa rua no dia seguinte!&lt;/div&gt;
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Todo mundo curtiu a festa, menos Luiza que estava no Canadá no dia.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/75651852545721315-6469600962118992337?l=keizybar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~4/9G_BSRG4dsM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/6469600962118992337?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/6469600962118992337?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~3/9G_BSRG4dsM/enquanto-isso-na-rua-de-tras.html" title="Enquanto isso na rua de trás ..." /><author><name>Keizy  Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443754215539880546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8EwYrQR9atE/S8No03ivLjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SHNqUHz75SY/S220/Imag010.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibxep6HJlp0/TxyiphkaEoI/AAAAAAAABAY/meCL8h0p39U/s72-c/DSC03625.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://keizybar.blogspot.com/2012/01/enquanto-isso-na-rua-de-tras.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAARHk9eCp7ImA9WhRUEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75651852545721315.post-3244096578950115104</id><published>2012-01-20T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:39:05.760-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T19:39:05.760-08:00</app:edited><title>E não vou, mostrar ou sentir nenhuma dor</title><content type="html">
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Os pássaros cantaram, ao nascer do dia&lt;/div&gt;
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'Começar de novo' ouço-os dizer&lt;br /&gt;
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É tão difícil ir embora simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
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Levem-me a um mundo maravilhoso&lt;/div&gt;
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E lá ficarei acima com os pássaros&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/75651852545721315-3244096578950115104?l=keizybar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~4/RvxCP3crQmw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/3244096578950115104?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/3244096578950115104?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~3/RvxCP3crQmw/e-nao-vou-mostrar-ou-sentir-nenhuma-dor.html" title="E não vou, mostrar ou sentir nenhuma dor" /><author><name>Keizy  Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443754215539880546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8EwYrQR9atE/S8No03ivLjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SHNqUHz75SY/S220/Imag010.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://keizybar.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-nao-vou-mostrar-ou-sentir-nenhuma-dor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08CRHw-fip7ImA9WhRUE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75651852545721315.post-71470824622218015</id><published>2012-01-13T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T15:37:45.256-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T15:37:45.256-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Descontrair" /><title>Os esbarrões da vida!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jrGMTQwDZuRR4sKeBeZhQeDEj3c/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jrGMTQwDZuRR4sKeBeZhQeDEj3c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jrGMTQwDZuRR4sKeBeZhQeDEj3c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jrGMTQwDZuRR4sKeBeZhQeDEj3c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ão existe coisa melhor do que falar de poesia em plena sexta-feira 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Então ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em 2011 entrei para a faculdade e,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;no meio de tantas pessoas na sala, conheci a Danny Bernardes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGXeJl8k1nE/Tw-GbXJpBOI/AAAAAAAABAI/cmOip-bK68U/s1600/100_2487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGXeJl8k1nE/Tw-GbXJpBOI/AAAAAAAABAI/cmOip-bK68U/s200/100_2487.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Carinha de intelectual e tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E de longe escuto alguém dizer que ela é fera nas poesias, poemas e afins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois que li os textos dela, tive a certeza de que ela será uma Clarice Lispector da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aqui vai um dos vários poemas dela ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Descobri o verdadeiro sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De toda a minha existência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estranho só ter descoberto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No momento em que te olhei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A esperança que era perdida renasce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E aqueles olhos vazios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Foram preenchidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com um brilho jamais visto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
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&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Engraçado como ele aumenta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando se choca com os dos teus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bastava apenas lhe olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para minha alma se preencher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como apenas um olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É capaz de tantos milagres realizar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Simples, não era apenas um olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Era o motivo de toda a minha existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Existência"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Danny Bernardes&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Vai lá mandar os netos irem tirar foto com os avós,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;que nem se quer aparecem na foto direito ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;
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Hoje é dia de cantar "Parabéns" para a Karol&lt;/div&gt;
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Aproveito esse espaço aqui, que é só meu, para desejar tudo de melhor a você amigona ...&lt;/div&gt;
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Que sua vida seja cheia de luz (luzes coloridas, para alegrar mais)!&lt;/div&gt;
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E vou aproveitar também para dizer uma coisa pra ela:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Véy, não faz mais luzes no cabelo não, deixa ele castanho mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando você voltar vai ter bolo, viu ...&lt;/div&gt;
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Tudo pronto, mesa posta ...&lt;br /&gt;
A cadeira do Papai noel a espera do próprio, e os presentes a caminho.&lt;br /&gt;
Noite de chuva (muita chuva mesmo),&amp;nbsp; e todos chegando, se preparando para a grande noite de Natal!&lt;br /&gt;
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23:00&lt;br /&gt;
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Começa o amigo oculto ... &lt;br /&gt;
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O amigo oculto continuava rolando, sem que ninguém conseguisse acertar o tal do amigo.&lt;br /&gt;
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23:50&lt;br /&gt;
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O amigo oculto ainda estava pela metade.&lt;br /&gt;
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Brasília, 25 de Dezembro&lt;br /&gt;
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23:59 - &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Natal no Brasil e no mundo&lt;/span&gt; ... e na família Barreiro?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;AINDA ESTAVA ROLANDO O AMIGO OCULTO!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Depois de muito esforço, o amigo oculto chega ao fim ... MAS, ficou um presente faltando ser entregue &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;E AGORA?&lt;/div&gt;
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_________________________________&lt;/div&gt;
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- Quem tirou fulano levanta a mão ..&lt;/div&gt;
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(cri cri cri)&lt;/div&gt;
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- Gente, ficou faltando um presente&lt;/div&gt;
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 &lt;/div&gt;
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"1h depois"&lt;/div&gt;
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- Ahhhh ... foi fulano que tirou sicrano, mas fulano foi embora e esqueceu de entregar o presente pro sicrano, que também não está aqui.&lt;/div&gt;
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Liga pro fulano ...&lt;/div&gt;
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Fulano atende&lt;/div&gt;
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Família Barreiro INTEIRA vaia fulano no telefone.&lt;/div&gt;
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00:40&lt;br /&gt;
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É NATAL, de verdade ...&lt;br /&gt;
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 Toca o sino, pequenino, mas não é o sino de Belém&lt;br /&gt;
A cidade está coberta por uma neblina&lt;br /&gt;
E no meio da neblina, eis que surge ............................&lt;br /&gt;
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Isso mesmo, Papai Noel existe!&lt;/div&gt;
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 Ele é trilíngue&lt;/div&gt;
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Sabe dançar ... e tem sotaque japonês&lt;/div&gt;
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E veio acompanhado por seis ajudantes&lt;/div&gt;
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Apelidadas no decorrer da festa de: Ajudantes de palco, Portuguesas, Renas de Papai Noel e etc e tal&lt;/div&gt;
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01:00&lt;br /&gt;
Muitas pessoas receberam presentes do Papai Noel, só um monte que ficou sem presente por ter sido desobediente durante o ano inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;
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Depois Papai Noel foi embora.&lt;/div&gt;
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E assim, foi rolando o Natal ... todo mundo rindo muito, dançando muito e se divertindo muito!&lt;/div&gt;
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MUITO&lt;/div&gt;
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De repente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Foi feita a brincadeira do abraço&lt;/div&gt;
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Cada um ganhou um papel escrito uma cor&lt;/div&gt;
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A ajudante de Papai Noel foi falando a cor&lt;/div&gt;
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E conforme ela fosse falando a cor, quem tivesse a mesma cor que o outro teria que ir dar um abraço&lt;/div&gt;
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- Vermelho ...&lt;/div&gt;
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Ninguém se mexeu&lt;/div&gt;
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- Azul ...&lt;/div&gt;
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Ninguém se mexeu&lt;/div&gt;
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- Amarelo&lt;/div&gt;
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Ninguém se mexeu&lt;/div&gt;
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Aliás, teve um rapaz lá que já estava ficando chatiado e disse:&lt;/div&gt;
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"- Gente, é sério, quem tiver a cor repetida é só vir aqui no meio e dar um abraço"&lt;/div&gt;
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HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;
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Ok ...&lt;/div&gt;
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- Verde ...&lt;/div&gt;
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Ninguém se mexeu ... todo mundo começou a ficar confuso, quando do nada a ajudante diz:&lt;/div&gt;
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- BRANCO..............................................................&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;TODO MUNDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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corre para o centro do círculo e começa a se abraçar!&lt;/div&gt;
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 &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Moral da história: &lt;/span&gt;Todo mundo pegou o papel escrito a cor branca, só pode! HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Feliz Natal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu não ia falar nada não, mas eu vi a Barbie e o Ken se pegando debaixo da cadeira.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/75651852545721315-6726676515442371379?l=keizybar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~4/6XDyCrUflEE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/6726676515442371379?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/6726676515442371379?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~3/6XDyCrUflEE/o-natal-mais-bonito-da-cidade.html" title="O Natal mais bonito da cidade!" /><author><name>Keizy  Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443754215539880546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8EwYrQR9atE/S8No03ivLjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SHNqUHz75SY/S220/Imag010.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BferU-rTFpU/TvdTZGt2ugI/AAAAAAAAA6U/WlED6dlrtFI/s72-c/DSC03169.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://keizybar.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-natal-mais-bonito-da-cidade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EDRn86cCp7ImA9WhRQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75651852545721315.post-3625695863740914479</id><published>2011-10-25T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:27:57.118-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T11:27:57.118-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Apenas 2011" /><title>CABÔ ... (part. final)</title><content type="html">
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É fácil morrer.&lt;/div&gt;
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A toda hora, em todos os lugares, a morte está se oferecendo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mais difícil é continuar vivendo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu continuo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Não sei se gosto, mas tenho uma curiosidade imensa pelo que vai me acontecer, pelas pessoas que vou conhecer, por tudo que vou dizer e fazer e ainda não sei o que será.&lt;/div&gt;
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(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;br /&gt;
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O click de uma fotografia é como um alguém dizendo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Você salvou algo que jamais poderá ser o mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Foto do ano: As fontes da Torre de Tv&lt;br /&gt;
E que céu, hein?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/75651852545721315-2126596053080811133?l=keizybar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~4/i2niK-w4DYg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/2126596053080811133?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/2126596053080811133?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~3/i2niK-w4DYg/feliz-dia-da-criancas.html" title="Feliz dia da crianças ... !" /><author><name>Keizy  Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443754215539880546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8EwYrQR9atE/S8No03ivLjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SHNqUHz75SY/S220/Imag010.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KuXGLoLKleI/TpSvcAvyFFI/AAAAAAAAA5M/S5L9VxWNT0I/s72-c/mmv.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://keizybar.blogspot.com/2011/10/feliz-dia-da-criancas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EARHc-fCp7ImA9WhRQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75651852545721315.post-7539508853203265921</id><published>2011-10-11T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:27:25.954-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T11:27:25.954-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Apenas 2011" /><title>Os melhores DJ's do meu ônibus! (part.4)</title><content type="html">
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Meu Top 3 dos Djs dos ônibus!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Aquele cara maneiro que entra no ônibus discretamente, &lt;/div&gt;
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e já corre pra sentar no banco mais alto do ônibus ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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E canta TODOS os seus sucessos para a ALEGRIA dos passageiros.&lt;/div&gt;
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Alguns não gostaram muito não. &lt;/div&gt;
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Mas, Akon desce quase depois de todo mundo, ou seja,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; TODO MUNDO CURTIU O SOM DELE A VIAJEM INTEIRA&amp;nbsp; (?????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Agora, o dia em que a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Paula Fernandes&lt;/span&gt; entrou no ônibus, aliás ......................&lt;/div&gt;
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Ela já estava no ônibus desde a saída do mesmo do terminal!&lt;/div&gt;
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Sim, ela estava na cadeira do cobrador, cobrando a passagem, obviamente!&lt;/div&gt;
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E no meio do caminho ela resolveu dá um showzinho para os passageiros, assim como o Akon fez.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas ela foi esperta, cantou três músicas e parou depois de ver que metade dos passageiros estavam dormindo. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Menina boa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Bom, pra fechar, tem aquele cantor lindo e humilde&lt;/div&gt;
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Aquele que prefere deixar o melhor pro final&lt;/div&gt;
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Ele foi a viajem inteira lá na frente, quietinho e sossegado!&lt;/div&gt;
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De repente&lt;/div&gt;
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Ele resolve passar na roleta&lt;/div&gt;
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De repente&lt;/div&gt;
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Ele começa a cantar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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♪ &lt;/div&gt;
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I know you're somewhere out there&lt;/div&gt;
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Somewhere far away&lt;/div&gt;
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I want you back&lt;/div&gt;
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I want you back&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;♪&lt;/div&gt;
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Nossa, todo mundo ficou chocado, por que ninguém estava vendo ele.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SÉRIO MESMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Parecia uma voz do além, vindo sei lá de onde...&lt;/div&gt;
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Ele se aproximava mais e a voz ficava mais alta&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Alguém diz:&lt;/div&gt;
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"Moça, moça ... seu celular está tocando"&lt;/div&gt;
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Surpresa, diz:&lt;/div&gt;
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"Nossa, achei que fosse o som da rua"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;GENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Por favor, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ah, era ele&lt;/div&gt;
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SIIIIMMMM ... BRUNO MARS &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;O cantor que emocionou a todos no busão nessa terça-feira de muito calor&lt;/div&gt;
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e de muito frio! &lt;/div&gt;
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PS: Um dia, sem querer deixei o Kings of Leon fazer um showzinho de 30 segundos no ônibus. Só não foi mais, por que eu coloquei o fone devolta no buraquinho do Mp4 ...tinha saído do buraquinho SEM QUERER!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/75651852545721315-7539508853203265921?l=keizybar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~4/m9_00dHs5r8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/7539508853203265921?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/7539508853203265921?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~3/m9_00dHs5r8/os-melhores-djs-do-meu-onibus-part4.html" title="Os melhores DJ's do meu ônibus! (part.4)" /><author><name>Keizy  Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443754215539880546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8EwYrQR9atE/S8No03ivLjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SHNqUHz75SY/S220/Imag010.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WxEtNY7WMuM/TpSBnyymJ2I/AAAAAAAAA40/nK5qJC1xOAU/s72-c/akon1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://keizybar.blogspot.com/2011/10/os-melhores-djs-do-meu-onibus-part4.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EHQXszeSp7ImA9WhRQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75651852545721315.post-1652857047666630949</id><published>2011-10-08T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:27:10.581-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T11:27:10.581-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Apenas 2011" /><title>WTF? ... (part.3)</title><content type="html">
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Eu, sinceramente, não sei pra quem que eu dou os parabéns pela belíssima apresentação no RIR&lt;/div&gt;
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Sério mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas, vou citar só três dos que eu mais gostei:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1º Rihanna, com seu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rum Pum Pum Pum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Ela não sabia se segurava a franja ou se evitava fazer pose feia, pra não ficar feia nas fotos.&lt;/div&gt;
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E tenho certeza de que ela é parente do caranguejo da Claúdia Leite!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2º Shakira, com seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Praqui Pra cá Pra lá e suas várias línguas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sotaque super carioca o dela, notou?&lt;br /&gt;
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Shakira diz :&lt;/div&gt;
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- Só pra molherex ... vou facer uma seleçao&lt;/div&gt;
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vocé, vocé, vocé&amp;nbsp; também, vocé e vocé ... Teu nome?&lt;/div&gt;
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Fã desnorteada: - Eu te amo Debora&amp;nbsp; ..... (????????)&lt;/div&gt;
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Shakira diz:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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- Muito ximples ... &lt;/div&gt;
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Praqui pra cá pra lá, pra qui pra cá pra lá olha .. risos&lt;/div&gt;
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cadeira, cadeira, cadeira .. e vai e vai e vai ♪&lt;/div&gt;
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E por último&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3º O fofo do Chris Martin, com seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maos maos maos por favor maos maos maos por favor ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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MENTIRA&lt;br /&gt;
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Por que a melhor parte foi o tombão dele mesmo&lt;br /&gt;
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HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;
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E justo na minha música preferida!&lt;br /&gt;
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E só ...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;________________&lt;br /&gt;
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Pra fechar ... um beijo pra Keshatice&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Deslocada na programação, Ke$ha faz show tosco para poucos fãs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Be the cartoon heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cena do ano: Meu malvado favorito&lt;/div&gt;
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Agnes e o unicórnio&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9YjYzzdzEUJqzx6NemnSzlk_vsQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9YjYzzdzEUJqzx6NemnSzlk_vsQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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Eu aumento o volume da música, coloco meus discos para tocar&lt;/div&gt;
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Fecho o mundo lá fora até as luzes aparecerem&lt;/div&gt;
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Sinto meu coração começar a bater com a minha música preferida&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu aumento o volume da música&lt;/div&gt;
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Dessa vez eu vou curtir&lt;/div&gt;
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Show do Ano: Pitty&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/75651852545721315-2492895543162514260?l=keizybar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~4/Uk7HlRgDlk0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/2492895543162514260?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/2492895543162514260?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~3/Uk7HlRgDlk0/disfarca-e-segue-em-frente-part1.html" title="Disfarça e segue em frente! (part.1)" /><author><name>Keizy  Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443754215539880546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8EwYrQR9atE/S8No03ivLjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SHNqUHz75SY/S220/Imag010.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://keizybar.blogspot.com/2011/10/disfarca-e-segue-em-frente-part1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IMRHg9eSp7ImA9WhRQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75651852545721315.post-7295562631361568923</id><published>2011-09-10T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:26:25.661-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T11:26:25.661-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BRASILIA" /><title>A pressa é inimiga dos passageiros</title><content type="html">
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Tem dias em que as coisas acontecem exatamente como deviam acontecer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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... com vantagens e desvantagens inclusas.&lt;/div&gt;
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Segunda-feira passada resolvi levantar mais cedo, pra pegar o ônibus mais cedo e chegar mais cedo na faculdade! CHEGUEI CEDÃO MESMO. Mas, era AQUELE MOTORISTA que estava dirigindo, aquele motorista que acha que está pilotando foguete, ou até mesmo um trem bala.&lt;/div&gt;
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Entrei no ônibus, lotado (obviamente), e não passei da roleta, fiquei por ali mesmo, discutindo com o cobrador que não queria dar meu troco, e ainda queria que eu pagasse a passagem duas vezes ... estava tirando onda com a minha cara, né? ... Fiquei por ali, e na primeira rotatória lá vamos nós, passageiros, apertar os cintos "mentais", por que cinto de segurança em ônibus é algo INEXISTENTE. No que o ônibus foi fazendo a rotatória, a única coisa que eu via era o ônibus QUASE deitando no asfalto, e quando o motorista ia voltando o ônibus para a posição normal imaginei o ônibus tombando, algo que, graças a Deus, não aconteceu. Depois disso, no que o ônibus ia passando nos quebra molas sentia que o ônibus estava pesado ... entramos na fila do engarrafamento. Enquanto isso, fui pensando "eu devia ter pego o outro ônibus, pelo menos o motorista não anda muito rápido e tem amor a vida", mas surgia outro pensamento "o problema é que se eu pegar o outro ônibus vou continuar chegando atrasada". Infelizmente, eu não tinha opção, então o jeito era continuar a viajem e tentar tirar o pensamento "é hoje que eu vou morrer" da cabeça.&lt;/div&gt;
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Saímos do engarrafamento, e mais uma vez apertamos nossos cintos mentais e começamos a rezar. Aliás, algumas pessoas começaram a rezar, outras estavam dormindo ou escutando música, por isso a reza não fortaleceu em nada ... e lá estava o ônibus QUASE tombando mais uma vez, e a única voz que escutei foi a de uma mulher que estava atrás de mim:&lt;/div&gt;
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- &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AAAAHHHHH MOTORISTAAAAA .... AAAAAHHHHH, MEU DEUUSSS, EU TENHO FILHOS PRA CRIAR&lt;/span&gt; (depois de dizer isso ela ficou inquieta e abaixou a cabeça)&lt;br /&gt;
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Antes dela gritar, eu consegui imaginar aquele ônibus tombando e se arrastando pelo chão, com as pessoas gritando e todo mundo caindo um por cima do outro. E depois da moça gritar, o cobrador olhou pra mulher que estava sentada do lado dele e perguntou: "Você tá com medo? [risos]" ... a mulher forte e sem medo nenhum respondeu "Eu não! [mais risos]" &lt;/div&gt;
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Por fora ela poderia não aparentar medo, mas por dentro ... por dentro sim, sim e sim, ela estava com medo, até eu estava, que fiz até aquela cena típica "nossa, passou a minha vida inteira pela minha cabeça" ... eu poderia ter morrido ali mesmo, ou não!&lt;/div&gt;
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Depois desse sufoco todo, minha adrenalina estava lá nas alturas ... desci do ônibus, cheguei na faculdade junto com o porteiro e aproveitamos para tomar um cafmentira. Depois fui pra sala, e logo depois de 40 minutos de aula chega uma aluna e diz assim:&lt;/div&gt;
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- Nossa, peguei &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dois engarrafamentos,&lt;/span&gt; um na saída de Santa Maria e outro no Parkshopping, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;por que tá tendo uma passeata do movimento dos sem terra ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Pensei comigo "Preferia mil vezes ter pego dois engarramentos do que ter QUASE morrido" mas a pressa é tanta que a gente acaba fazendo escolhas erradas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Moral da história: &lt;/span&gt;Cheguei cedo como desejava, não peguei o outro engarramento por causa dos sem terra e aprendi que a vida é muito valiosa pra ficar desperdiçando-a com futilidades, então, se é pra pegar ônibus com motorista irresponsável let's go ... nós vamos morrer um dia, só não sabemos quando.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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VIVA BEM, ESSA É A MELHOR VINGANÇA &lt;/div&gt;
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Tenho um certo receio daquela história de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"não grite sua felicidade tão  alto pois ela tem um sono leve",&lt;/div&gt;
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mas nem ligo tanto assim. &lt;/div&gt;
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Acordei às 5h da manhã pro meu primeiro dia de aula na faculdade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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O ônibus demorou 20 minutos pra chegar e quando chegou já estava lotado.&lt;/div&gt;
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Assim que passo a roleta já vou logo procurando um lugar para me segurar, pois as curvas são a melhor parte da diversão dentro do ônibus, e se você não se segurar ......... com certeza você um dia irá acabar indo parar fora do ônibus, ou até mesmo correrá o risco de sentar no colo do motorista, por causa das freadas inesperadas.&lt;/div&gt;
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Depois de estar segura e pronta pra seguir viajem, alguém me cutuca&lt;br /&gt;
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E a pessoa, que por sinal estava muito bem confortável, sentada, diz:&lt;br /&gt;
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- Quer que eu leve a sua bolsa? &lt;br /&gt;
- (Não, queria mesmo era sentar) Claro, obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;
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Pá ... menos um peso pra carregar.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas, a moça colocou a bolsa dela sobre a minha e amassou meu lanche!&lt;br /&gt;
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Continuando a viajem ... &lt;br /&gt;
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10 minutos depois, prepare as pernas que lá vem o engarrafamento.&lt;br /&gt;
Em cada carro tem UMA pessoa, o que faz o engarrafamento ser uma coisa quase eterna ... fora isso, tem uma porrada de caminhão e ônibus vindo do Góias, que utilizam as mesmas pistas, nisso perco uns 20 minutos da minha vida ou até mais!&lt;br /&gt;
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Depois disso, você começa a ver que o Sol está nascendo e diz:&lt;br /&gt;
- Bom dia Sol na minha cara você está queimando meus olhos não estou conseguindo enxergar mais acho que vou dormir melhor não ... tipo isso&lt;br /&gt;
(Dá próxima vez vou do outro lado que não pega Sol)&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando o ônibus vai chegando ao destino de todos, começa a esvaziar .. e é gritaria&lt;br /&gt;
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"calma motorista que eu vou descer"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"ouuuu abre aê que eu vou descer aqui"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"pode fechar, ninguém vai descer não" (só diz isso a pessoa que dá o sinal sem querer, acredite)&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando ele bate uma vez o motorista pode ultrapassar, quando ele bate duas é pra ele voltar pra faixa dele, e quando ele bate umas três ou quatro vezes é pra irritar os passageiros mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando surgem os semáforos é a melhor parte, é a famosa parte "Frea em cima do sinal vermelho mesmo por que você está carregando carne e não gente" aê uma pá de gente voa lá do fundo e vem pará na roleta, por que se não fosse a roleta muita gente já teria virado parabrisa de ônibus.&lt;br /&gt;
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1 hora depois ....&lt;br /&gt;
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O ônibus esvazia, consigo um lugar bem bonito pra sentar, respiro, relaxo as pernas cansadas de ficar em pé e DROGA A MINHA PARADA JÁ É A PRÓXIMA ... e desço e vou estudar cansada e com sono!&lt;br /&gt;
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Duas semanas depois você se acostuma com isso tudo e já entra no ônibus gritando:&lt;br /&gt;
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E aê galera, quem vai levar minha bolsa hoje?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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(por isso que é importante fazer "amigos" no ônibus) &lt;/div&gt;
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Obs: os mau educados não carregam a bolsa e a mochila de ninguém, eles carregam somente a consciência pesada, por não ter sido gentil com alguém!&lt;br /&gt;
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E véy .........................................................................na boa&lt;/div&gt;
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Se um dia acontecer algo no ônibus, não esqueça:&lt;/div&gt;
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A vida é engraçada, não é mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;
No começo do ano li assim "esse ano é melhor você se voltar mais para os negócios"&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas que negócios?&lt;br /&gt;
Se bem que já lucrei uma boa grana, e já gastei essa boa grana também.&lt;br /&gt;
E ainda tenho grana ...&lt;br /&gt;
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E 2011 não está sendo um ano muito produtivo, por minha culpa, por minha falta de atitude para querer correr pro lado certo, e não pro lado contrário da situação.&lt;br /&gt;
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Então, teve um negócio bem bacana na Esplanada dos Ministérios, um não .. dois!&lt;br /&gt;
Primeiro foi o show do Paralmas do Sucesso, na Torre de Tv&lt;br /&gt;
Um show lindo, em que já fui várias vezes e continuo só sabendo cantar os pedaços das músicas deles.&lt;br /&gt;
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Segundo, foi o evento Red Bull X-Fighters&lt;br /&gt;
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sem muitos comentários sobre, pois o que eu vi não foi lá essas coisas&lt;br /&gt;
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Muita gente reunida, muita moto vuando, muita música, muita terra vermelha e ....&lt;br /&gt;
EU NÃO VI O CHARLIE BROWN JR.&lt;br /&gt;
BELEZA!&lt;br /&gt;
Mas, o evento em si foi muito legal, adorei!&lt;br /&gt;
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Na sexta-feira, 03 de junho, Coldplay lança uma música nova, que é linda e no sábado divulga mais seis músicas no show ao vivo no Rock Am Ring, e assim deixa a ansiedade, para o lançamento do novo cd deles, mais aparente.&lt;br /&gt;
BELEZA!&lt;br /&gt;
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E por fim, o Festival das Águas ... dia 05 de Junho, pois foi o dia que eu fui&lt;br /&gt;
Encontrei com a Suzy na rodoviária, pra gente pegar o ônibus&lt;br /&gt;
e ir pra Brasília, por que somos do Goiás ... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;
A fila amarrotada de gente, o ônibus entupido, e ao chegarmos lá o que encontramos?&lt;br /&gt;
MAIS GENTE AINDA!&lt;br /&gt;
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Depois de horas, encontramos a Sheylla bebada correndo atrás da gente com uma garrafa de pinga, e depois encontramos com o pessoal da Roxa (fã clube da Pitty) .. mais uma pá de gente, depois amutuamos, andamos, esperamos e por fim, entramos na "área bonita" pra ver o show da Pitty. &lt;br /&gt;
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Vimos o show do Cpm22 e do Skank ... e logo em seguida veio a Pitty&lt;br /&gt;
Gritos, gritos, gritos e muito mais gritos.&lt;br /&gt;
Pitty entra no palco e junto com ela sobem mais cinco estranhos no palco, Pitty diz:&lt;br /&gt;
- Não, paro, paro, paro, assim não.&lt;br /&gt;
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Os meninos descem do palco!&lt;br /&gt;
E aí sim, o show começa&lt;br /&gt;
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O melhor show da Pitty que já fui, ou seja, só fui em dois até hoje .. então!&lt;br /&gt;
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Lindo, lindo, lindo .. muito lindo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hora de ir embora e lá se vai os "sem carro" e os "sem ônibus de madrugada, é foda" voltando a pé&lt;br /&gt;
para a rodoviária.&lt;br /&gt;
E no meio do caminho tinha um cara com um carro, resolveu ajudar levando todos para a rodoviária.&lt;br /&gt;
Entra um, entra dois, entra três, entra quatro ... entra nove .. pá pá pá .. entrou todo mundo dentro do carro e fomos embora pra casa!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E só!&lt;br /&gt;
Agora tem show da Sandy e da Avril Lavinge pra ir, mais dois negócios para resolver!&lt;br /&gt;
Acho que era esse tipo de negócio que a infromação que li estava se referindo ... né?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
RISOS&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/75651852545721315-2319256685530106075?l=keizybar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~4/aVsx-nykaGs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/2319256685530106075?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/2319256685530106075?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~3/aVsx-nykaGs/paralama-redbull-e-festdasaguas.html" title="ParaLama RedBull e FestDasÁGUAS" /><author><name>Keizy  Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443754215539880546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8EwYrQR9atE/S8No03ivLjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SHNqUHz75SY/S220/Imag010.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ACVahNt-bvA/TfK0vzZrEBI/AAAAAAAAA4U/suy3P3mJZHE/s72-c/DSC00967.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://keizybar.blogspot.com/2011/06/paralama-redbull-e-festdasaguas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MNQXc6fSp7ImA9WhRQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75651852545721315.post-6883034185597037447</id><published>2011-06-02T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:24:50.915-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T11:24:50.915-08:00</app:edited><title>O passado que já se foi ...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H3dusCorbkcCc-1RHmYzOf2mhXY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H3dusCorbkcCc-1RHmYzOf2mhXY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H3dusCorbkcCc-1RHmYzOf2mhXY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H3dusCorbkcCc-1RHmYzOf2mhXY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ano 2006 ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Eu e meu amigo, no primeiro dia de aula, conseguimos chegar atrasados na sala.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Entramos, e eu .. logicamente, me sentei na frente ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
(PRA QUÊ MEU DEUS?)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sentei ... e a professora (metida a hippie) me pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- "Qual seu nome?"&lt;br /&gt;
- "Keizy"&lt;br /&gt;
- "Keizy, sabia que você pode estar sendo o sonho de uma tartaruga?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É, vai ver foi por isso que cheguei atrasada!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/75651852545721315-6883034185597037447?l=keizybar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~4/F8Z0eb5DRGM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/6883034185597037447?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/6883034185597037447?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~3/F8Z0eb5DRGM/o-passado-que-ja-se-foi.html" title="O passado que já se foi ..." /><author><name>Keizy  Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443754215539880546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8EwYrQR9atE/S8No03ivLjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SHNqUHz75SY/S220/Imag010.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://keizybar.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-passado-que-ja-se-foi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MMQX49fyp7ImA9WhRQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75651852545721315.post-3523790120202784909</id><published>2011-05-27T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:24:40.067-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T11:24:40.067-08:00</app:edited><title>Contando as moedas no bolso em plena Sexta-feira</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e-ZvN9AhstS5mzuIatR1-xnnRgI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e-ZvN9AhstS5mzuIatR1-xnnRgI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Sexta-feira, o resumo de uma semana inteira&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Aquele dia que não me agrada em nada.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Posso falar do dinheiro?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Então, ele não vale nada.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Papel com um número indicando o valor&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
2,5,10,15,20,50,100&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Moeda ... uma parada metalizada com um número indicando o valor&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D E S N E C E S S Á R I O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Amasse uma cédula de 100 reais e coloque fogo nela ... ninguém consegue fazer isso!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Queria eu ter a capacidade de desenhar umas coisas bonitas em um pedaço de papel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
e dizer que aquilo vale 1000 reais.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Aí sim seria necessário!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Mas dizem que o tal papel traz felicidade&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
ou melhor, contribui para alcançar a tal da felicidade ...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Felicidade essa encontrada nas pequenas coisas e nos pequenos momentos!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Se trouxesse mesmo muitas pessoas saberiam dividir,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
o que no caso não existe, pois a ganância fala mais alto.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Maldito papel colorido&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Números malditos&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Miséria&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Desigualdade&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Divisão de classes&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OLHO GRANDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Seres Humanos sem coração !!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Ser Humano é não ter coração&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Ser Humano é ter mais dinheiro que o mendingo na rua&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Ser Humano é mostrar que você pode ter aquilo que é mais caro&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Ser Humano é sair de casa montado na grife&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Ser Humano é ter uma comida boa na mesa todos os dias, comida mesmo&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Ser Humano é mostrar pra todo o mundo que você é rico&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Ser Humano é morar em um palácio decorado com ouro&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Ser Humano é ser egoísta&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Luxo é coisa de Humano que tem muitos desses papéis coloridos com um número indicando o valor!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Logo, dinheiro não vale nada!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Ser Humano não vale nada&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
O que vale é aceitar ... não é mesmo?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
É a lei dos Homens falando mais alto!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/75651852545721315-3523790120202784909?l=keizybar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~4/4M2F2H30Ddo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/3523790120202784909?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/3523790120202784909?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~3/4M2F2H30Ddo/contando-as-moedas-no-bolso-em-plena.html" title="Contando as moedas no bolso em plena Sexta-feira" /><author><name>Keizy  Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443754215539880546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8EwYrQR9atE/S8No03ivLjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SHNqUHz75SY/S220/Imag010.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://keizybar.blogspot.com/2011/05/contando-as-moedas-no-bolso-em-plena.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MCSH09fCp7ImA9WhRQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75651852545721315.post-2603489746724732694</id><published>2011-03-26T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:24:29.364-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T11:24:29.364-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Barzinho" /><title>No barzinho com Juliana Vieira</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/65EqktTYRIUtTvy8xBQmtyUoH9w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/65EqktTYRIUtTvy8xBQmtyUoH9w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;uliana Vieira&lt;/span&gt; - A Guitarra em pessoa!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Você toca por que gosta de tocar, ou toca por que AMA tocar?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Juliana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Meu, a guitarra hoje em dia pra mim é um vício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu amo tocar guitarra, e percebi que é isso que eu quero fazer pro resto da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Quando e como você aprendeu a tocar guitarra?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Juliana:&lt;/b&gt; Comecei, em Julho de 2008 com 14 anos, a fazer aula de violão,&lt;br /&gt;
e em&amp;nbsp; Novembro de 2008 iniciei minhas aulas de guitarra com Renato Brito. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Quando você era criança, você já gostava de tocar guitarra/violão?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Juliana:&lt;/b&gt; Eu tenho um tio que toca guitarra, e sempre que eu ia na casa&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
dele eu via as guitarras penduradas na parede, e quando nao tinha ninguem olhando eu ia lá e mexia nas cordas haha. Eu sempre tive uma grande curiosidade por guitarra desde pequena,&lt;/div&gt;
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tenho um video em que, no meu aniversário de 1 ano, eu estou tocando uma guitarra de brinquedo haha.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;E qual música você estava tocando nesse vídeo, quando era criança? Você lembra?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Juliana:&lt;/b&gt; haha eu apertava todas as teclas sem nenhuma coordenação&lt;br /&gt;
motora, acho que não saia nenhuma música não haha&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;E Renato Brito? Podemos dizer que foi ele quem te ajudou a enxergar esse mundo das guitarras?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Juliana:&lt;/b&gt; Haha meu eu agradeço tudo a ele. Foi ele que fez a maior parte para eu ser a guitarrista que eu sou hoje. Lembro quando eu reclamava " mas Pro mas denovo escala? chega haha" e ele " Um dia você vai me agradecer" hahaha &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Estava lendo seu blog, e você fala do Marcelo Gomes, é outro "ajudante"?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Juliana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Marcelo Gomes é um grande guitarrista.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Eu estou tendo aula com ele na Fundação das Artes.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;E ele dá os "puxões de orelha" também?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Juliana:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;haha eu comecei a ter aula com ele não faz nem&lt;br /&gt;
1 mês, mas ele parece ser exigente também haha&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Sobre seus vídeos, no youtube, que são gravados no seu quarto. Você mora sozinha em uma ilha, ou tem vizinhos e familiares que lidam bem com o seu som no quarto? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Juliana:&lt;/b&gt; hahaha&amp;nbsp; eu moro com meus pais. Minha mãe e meu pai reclamam que eu toco guitarra muito alto, mas os vizinhos nunca reclamaram até agora. Eu gravo os covers no meu quarto, mas eu estou querendo achar um &lt;span class="GKHMEL5CH1 ugc"&gt;lugar mais iluminado para uma qualidade melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/juhsparamore" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Canal no YouTube&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Você toca de tudo? Todos os estilos? Ou tem suas preferências?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Juliana:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Eu gosto de rock.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
Eu toco numa banda de rock chamada&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Eiffel&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;
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e em uma sertaneja&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Nanda Marques e Vicente&lt;/span&gt; haha não tenho preconceito com outros estilos.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
Procuro ouvir vários estilos de musica jazz ,blues, R&amp;amp;B, etc.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OhfELOkE-bo/TY1g5fLMxwI/AAAAAAAAA30/MimUGoMsyAk/s1600/OgAAAJoivoIMrrJx-8K6-DOC-dT2aEDzmIQzHjxDaMDYgzaZf-zS7yIG0WDfdCbwvPlojbem1ThdPPgCEqvpcuQfCwcAm1T1UJ6pt2ML8ypdamuf3G-lKbzW3iMJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OhfELOkE-bo/TY1g5fLMxwI/AAAAAAAAA30/MimUGoMsyAk/s320/OgAAAJoivoIMrrJx-8K6-DOC-dT2aEDzmIQzHjxDaMDYgzaZf-zS7yIG0WDfdCbwvPlojbem1ThdPPgCEqvpcuQfCwcAm1T1UJ6pt2ML8ypdamuf3G-lKbzW3iMJ.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Nossa, cheia de atitude, já toca em duas bandas, isso é bom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Juliana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Estou com mais 2 projetos que talvez eu entre nas bandas haha&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;E sua banda de Rock, me fale um pouco, como entrou, já tem músicas prontas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Juliana:&lt;/b&gt; A banda &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eiffel &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tem 1 ano, formada por &lt;b&gt;Leonardo Sena&lt;/b&gt; ( Vocalista e guitarrista), &lt;b&gt;Luckas Reis &lt;/b&gt;( Baixista ), &lt;b&gt;Michel Oliveira&lt;/b&gt; ( Bateria) e &lt;b&gt;Juliana Vieira&lt;/b&gt; ( Guitarrista Solo ).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Antigamente tocavamos numa banda com outro vocalista,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
mas decidimos criar outra banda mais séria agora, com Leonardo como vocalista.&lt;/div&gt;
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Estamos no final da gravação da nossa primeira EP, que está para ser lançada entre abril e maio.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=108998705" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Comunidade da Banda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;O que você sente quando está tocando?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Juliana: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;É umas das melhores sensações, eu me expresso muito tocando e compondo melodias. Quando estou estressada, precisando descontar algo a primeira coisa que eu faço é pegar a guitarra haha. Quando estou tocando eu esqueço dos meu problemas, parece que nada de ruim está acontecendo.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Dica da Juliana:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
"Se você tem vontade vai atrás, e não é porque você não conseguiu fazer um solo que você vai desistir. Lembro até hoje que eu não conseguia fazer o acorde de Fá Maior haha.&amp;nbsp; Se você realmente quer corre atrás, e se dedique. Não adianta você querer ser um Slash e não passar no minimo 3 horas por dia estudando."&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;E antes de ir ... volta Juliana e diz:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Juliana:&lt;/b&gt; Ah! E eu só queria falar quem são os guitarristas e banda influentes haha ... pode?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Claro que pode ... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Juliana:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Bandas que curto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Paramore, u2, blink 182, anberlin, nxzero, fresno, bon jovi&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Guitarristas influentes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Orianthi (a melhor guitarrista do mundo na minha opnião haha), John Mayer, Joe Satriani, Slash, Josh farro, Steve vai. ... só isso haha&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Aê .. kkkkk ..agora fechou né? ...Pra fechar de vez ... Por que "Eiffel", o nome da banda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Juliana:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Porque são 4 bases levando a um objetivo *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/75651852545721315-2603489746724732694?l=keizybar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~4/j3XeWNj1an4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/2603489746724732694?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/2603489746724732694?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~3/j3XeWNj1an4/no-barzinho-com-juliana-vieira.html" title="No barzinho com Juliana Vieira" /><author><name>Keizy  Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443754215539880546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8EwYrQR9atE/S8No03ivLjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SHNqUHz75SY/S220/Imag010.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UJVcp8UNg0I/TY1fZJP19AI/AAAAAAAAA3w/WlVfyqS25NU/s72-c/PIC117.tmp.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://keizybar.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-barzinho-com-juliana-vieira.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MBQH04eCp7ImA9WhRQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75651852545721315.post-7483493884621569568</id><published>2011-03-19T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:24:11.330-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T11:24:11.330-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Família" /><title>E se eles falassem...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ryQkymyYGW9NnT5yJw4SBpNL0b4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ryQkymyYGW9NnT5yJw4SBpNL0b4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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Dizem que o cachorro é o melhor amigo do homem, e é a mais pura verdade!&lt;/div&gt;
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Eles podem não falar, mas que eles entendem tudo eles entendem ...&lt;/div&gt;
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Há 13 anos atrás ganhamos uma cachorrinha loirinha e muito linda, logo começamos a chamá-la de Xuxa.&lt;/div&gt;
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Xuxa sempre foi uma cachorra valente e forte,&lt;/div&gt;
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que adorava arrastar meu pai pelas ruas da nossa cidade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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em dias de vacina.&lt;/div&gt;
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Vivia deixando eu, minhas irmãs e nossas amigas presas dentro de casa, pois ela sempre se soltava.&lt;/div&gt;
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E ninguém tinha "coragem" de sair para prendê-la ...&lt;/div&gt;
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Medo de cachorro reinava!&lt;/div&gt;
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E foi assim por anos, até que certo dia foi confirmado que ela estava bem doente e a qualquer momento poderia partir sem avisar!&lt;/div&gt;
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Passamos dias e dias observando, alimentando e cuidando dela.&lt;/div&gt;
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Até que um dia estava eu em casa com meu pai, quando escutamos um barulho lá fora e as outras cachorras começaram a latir bastante ... fui ver o que houve ...&lt;/div&gt;
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e lá estava Xuxa, caida no chão e ofegante&lt;/div&gt;
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lutava e lutava ... e por fim se entregou!&lt;/div&gt;
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Dor&lt;/div&gt;
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Sofrimento&lt;/div&gt;
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Já não sentirá mais!&lt;/div&gt;
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E o engraçado é que, no mesmo dia, a cachorrinha da patroa da minha mãe estava doente.&lt;/div&gt;
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E logo foi levada ao veterinário&lt;/div&gt;
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E ...&lt;/div&gt;
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Faleceu nos braços de sua dona!&lt;/div&gt;
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Triste ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Duas cachorras queridas foram embora no mesmo dia!&lt;/div&gt;
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____________&lt;/div&gt;
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E quando todos chegam em casa e encontram o lugar dela vazio ...&lt;/div&gt;
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a única coisa que vem a cabeça são os momentos bons que passamos com ela.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perda ... a pior dor que existe!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Às vezes é preciso parar para ver que realmente está vivo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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... então, parei e vi que tenho muita coisa pra fazer!&lt;/div&gt;
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Parei por um instante ... UM INSTANTE ... e ... senti vontade de pintar!&lt;br /&gt;
Olhei pra porta do meu quarto, onde tinha um papel enorme grudado nela&lt;br /&gt;
Ranquei o papel, fiz umas marcações e comecei .................&lt;br /&gt;
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e fui indo, fui indo e acabei fondo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Parei, descancei e ..................&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/75651852545721315-7503967853946071762?l=keizybar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~4/B--kwUr4ZV8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/7503967853946071762?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/7503967853946071762?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~3/B--kwUr4ZV8/e-hora-de-recomecar-sempre-vai-existir.html" title="E a hora de recomeçar sempre vai existir ..." /><author><name>Keizy  Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443754215539880546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8EwYrQR9atE/S8No03ivLjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SHNqUHz75SY/S220/Imag010.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nEQnygWNCC0/TXl-Xqa16NI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ZbLoIOHWJAQ/s72-c/280.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://keizybar.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-hora-de-recomecar-sempre-vai-existir.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MFRXkyfSp7ImA9WhRQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75651852545721315.post-6124901630926588997</id><published>2011-02-21T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:23:34.795-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T11:23:34.795-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Família" /><title>uma criança feita de luz ...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qe1Mb1CJUfMiTNfbpaEHOzTDxP8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qe1Mb1CJUfMiTNfbpaEHOzTDxP8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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Ao abrir a porta do quarto encontro minhas coisas reviradas e meus livros bagunçado. &lt;/div&gt;
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Não digo nada, apenas observo a pequena garotinha&lt;/div&gt;
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"transferindo" meus objetos para outro local.&lt;/div&gt;
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A garotinha me olha, com uma pilha de livrinhos na mão, e diz:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Tô rumando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmfTCAzTvLc/TWKkRxYK0rI/AAAAAAAAA0k/iIiH79KGWXg/s1600/Foto-0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmfTCAzTvLc/TWKkRxYK0rI/AAAAAAAAA0k/iIiH79KGWXg/s320/Foto-0013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maria Gabriely a arrumadeira&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/75651852545721315-6124901630926588997?l=keizybar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~4/oOqZ5l61rTU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/6124901630926588997?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/75651852545721315/posts/default/6124901630926588997?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/tlCPx/~3/oOqZ5l61rTU/uma-crianca-feita-de-luz.html" title="uma criança feita de luz ..." /><author><name>Keizy  Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15443754215539880546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8EwYrQR9atE/S8No03ivLjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SHNqUHz75SY/S220/Imag010.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmfTCAzTvLc/TWKkRxYK0rI/AAAAAAAAA0k/iIiH79KGWXg/s72-c/Foto-0013.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://keizybar.blogspot.com/2011/02/uma-crianca-feita-de-luz.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QMQn89cSp7ImA9WhRQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75651852545721315.post-5461847820060877010</id><published>2011-02-19T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:23:03.169-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T11:23:03.169-08:00</app:edited><title>Um ano depois ...</title><content type="html">
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Então, a um ano atrás ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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nessa mesma data, eu comentei sobre a Sheylla.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://keizybar.blogspot.com/2010/02/escolhida-da-semana.html" target="_blank"&gt;Confere aqui o comentário&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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E disse que assim que eu conseguisse tirar uma foto com ela eu postaria aqui!&lt;/div&gt;
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E.......................................&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPcyHj1tUvA/TWAkXXo5wxI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/xuIkdt5jH9s/s1600/267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPcyHj1tUvA/TWAkXXo5wxI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/xuIkdt5jH9s/s320/267.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karol, Sheylla e Eu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Está ai a foto!&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu já tinha postado essa foto aqui, só estou postando dinovo para cumprir o que disse.&lt;br /&gt;
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E hoje ... hoje mesmo é o aniversário dela!&lt;/div&gt;
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HAHA&lt;/div&gt;
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E aproveitar pra mandar um beijo pra minha vó, que faz aniversário amanhã&lt;br /&gt;
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BEIJO VÓ&lt;br /&gt;
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E segunda-feira é aniversário da minha irmã caçula, entãooo .. aproveitar também ...&lt;br /&gt;
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BEIJO IRMÃ&lt;br /&gt;
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E é isso aê&lt;br /&gt;
Vamos lá comer o bolo delas!&lt;br /&gt;
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