<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:11:08.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexo, Letras e Videotapes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645.post-6293763666295463319</id><published>2009-01-16T12:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:40:10.806-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiver</title><content type='html'>Trilha de hoje, Shiver do Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look in your direction&lt;br /&gt;But you pay me no attention, do you?&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't listen to me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you say you see straight through me, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on and on&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side; just you try and stop me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waitin' in line, just to see if you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…&lt;br /&gt;Did she want me to change?&lt;br /&gt;But I'd change for good&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know that you'll always get your way&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;Shiver &lt;br /&gt;Sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know how much I need ya&lt;br /&gt;But you never even see me, do you?&lt;br /&gt;And is this my final chance of getting you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on and on&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side; just you try and stop me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting in line, just to see if you care, if you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…&lt;br /&gt;Did she want me to change?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd change for good&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know that you'll always get your way&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;Sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be waitin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll always be waiting for you, for you&lt;br /&gt;I will always be waiting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's you I see but you don't see me&lt;br /&gt;And it's you I hear so loud and so clear&lt;br /&gt;I sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look in your direction&lt;br /&gt;But you pay me no attention&lt;br /&gt;And you know how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;But you never even seen me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4983044008477678645-6293763666295463319?l=sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/6293763666295463319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4983044008477678645&amp;postID=6293763666295463319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/6293763666295463319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/6293763666295463319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/2009/01/shiver.html' title='Shiver'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645.post-1856990086095754765</id><published>2009-01-14T23:17:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:25:13.175-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Guinness, promessas e algo mais</title><content type='html'>A muito tempo, em uma galáxia bem distante, o cavaleiro negro andava ao lado da princesa, e ela por sabe-se lá que cargas d'agua insistia que Guinness tinha, em sua composição, café. O cavaleiro, sábio alem de seus anos, dizia que não, que a princesa viajava. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela insistia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele propós que descobrissem, e entraram em uma loja de bebidas. Não havia Guinness, o impasse continuava, até que ela diz: "Eu tenho certeza! Vamos apostar, se eu estiver errada, te dou o que você quiser!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claro que o imponente guerreiro topou. Chegou em seu castelo, pesquisou todos os alfarrábios, e enviou para a princesa milhões de referências sobre Guinness, inclusive com sua receita, e em nenhum, mas absolutamente nenhum lugar, havia menção sobre café na bebida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cavaleiro havia ganho a aposta. Já sabia o que queria, e mal esperava para desembanhar a espada, levanta-la sobre o horizonte e clamar por seu prêmio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, o que se faz quando se cobra pela promessa, mas quem prometeu não cumpre???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4983044008477678645-1856990086095754765?l=sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/1856990086095754765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4983044008477678645&amp;postID=1856990086095754765' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/1856990086095754765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/1856990086095754765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/2009/01/guinness-promessas-e-algo-mais.html' title='Guinness, promessas e algo mais'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645.post-4891489760603685823</id><published>2009-01-14T23:08:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:11:04.505-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trilha de hoje</title><content type='html'>Na trilha sonora de hoje bombou Simple Minds... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promised You A Miracle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promised you a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Belief is a beauty thing&lt;br /&gt;Promises promises&lt;br /&gt;As golden days break wondering&lt;br /&gt;Chance as love takes a train&lt;br /&gt;Summer breeze and brilliant light&lt;br /&gt;One love she sees&lt;br /&gt;He controls on love&lt;br /&gt;Love sails to a new life&lt;br /&gt;Promised you a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Belief is a beauty thing&lt;br /&gt;Promises promises&lt;br /&gt;As golden days break wondering&lt;br /&gt;Only love she sees&lt;br /&gt;He controls on love&lt;br /&gt;Life mirrors a cure&lt;br /&gt;Everything is possible&lt;br /&gt;With promises&lt;br /&gt;Everything is possible&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised you a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Belief is a beauty thing&lt;br /&gt;Promises promises&lt;br /&gt;As golden days break wondering&lt;br /&gt;Chance reflects on them a while&lt;br /&gt;Love screams so quietly&lt;br /&gt;Slipping back on golden times&lt;br /&gt;Breathing with sweet memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promised you a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Belief is a beauty thing&lt;br /&gt;Promises promises&lt;br /&gt;As golden days break wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only love she sees&lt;br /&gt;He controls on love&lt;br /&gt;Life mirrors a cure&lt;br /&gt;Everything is possible in the game of life&lt;br /&gt;Everything is possible&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance lost pearls of great price&lt;br /&gt;Take care of family&lt;br /&gt;Only aches for love&lt;br /&gt;Love waits for fame&lt;br /&gt;In chance in chance they'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised you a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Belief is a beauty thing&lt;br /&gt;Promises promises&lt;br /&gt;As golden days break wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only love she sees&lt;br /&gt;He controls on love&lt;br /&gt;Life throws a cure&lt;br /&gt;Everything is possible in the game of life&lt;br /&gt;A burning dream&lt;br /&gt;You can be Queen&lt;br /&gt;Everything is possible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4983044008477678645-4891489760603685823?l=sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/4891489760603685823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4983044008477678645&amp;postID=4891489760603685823' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/4891489760603685823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/4891489760603685823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/2009/01/trilha-de-hoje.html' title='Trilha de hoje'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645.post-244223949423438667</id><published>2009-01-14T22:26:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:29:02.584-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parece mentira...</title><content type='html'>Aconteceu com um amigo meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toca a campainha as 2 da manha, ele abre a porta, cheio de sono.... Quem toca, na madruga, é sua vizinha nissei, vestida num micro-babydoll. Lânguida, pergunta... "Você teria uma banana? Deu uma vontade louca de comer uma..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4983044008477678645-244223949423438667?l=sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/244223949423438667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4983044008477678645&amp;postID=244223949423438667' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/244223949423438667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/244223949423438667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/2009/01/parece-mentira.html' title='Parece mentira...'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645.post-3193888170534658712</id><published>2009-01-14T21:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:46:40.037-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É a crise</title><content type='html'>Bom, fui no meu amigo tatuador, que fez a minha última, e pedi para marcarmos pra fazer mais uma no outro braço. O sujeito é muito boa-praça, mas o estúdio cresceu, dai pediu pra eu marcar com o assistente dele. Começa que o cara só tem tempo pra final de fevereiro.... maldito Miami Ink, eu penso. Tudo bem, vamos falar de preço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vira o cara, esquecendo que já tinhamos combinado R$300, e fala... R$700!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E o que combinamos antes?", pergunto.&lt;br /&gt;"É a crise..." responde o cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, como disse uma amiga... A crise é geral. Ele viaja e aumenta, eu saio fora e não pago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a crise....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4983044008477678645-3193888170534658712?l=sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/3193888170534658712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4983044008477678645&amp;postID=3193888170534658712' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/3193888170534658712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/3193888170534658712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/2009/01/crise.html' title='É a crise'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645.post-5694741735748861262</id><published>2009-01-14T21:10:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:15:28.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando o fim é o fim?</title><content type='html'>Passando por esta turbulência toda, as vezes me pego pensando em como, nem sempre, reconhecemos o fim como O fim, e tentamos nos prender a algo que já passou. "Se aquela bola tivesse entrado...", "Se tivesse acertado aquela jogada...", "Se eu tivesse ouvido fulano...", e por ai vai. Sempre vamos tentar encontrar justificativa para algo que não deu certo, e em cima disso, justificativa para o final de determinada coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, as coisas acabam... e ainda bem que outras se iniciam, pois o que seria do fim sem o recomeço? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alias, o que seria da nossa frágil cachola se tudo que acabasse continuasse ali, sem ter algo novo pra vir por cima, tomar a atenção e se tornar importante?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E onde vocês viram isso antes???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 340px;" src="http://lacuevadigital.com/imagenes/Ouroboros.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4983044008477678645-5694741735748861262?l=sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/5694741735748861262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4983044008477678645&amp;postID=5694741735748861262' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/5694741735748861262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/5694741735748861262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-o-fim-o-fim.html' title='Quando o fim é o fim?'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645.post-3948562999579314008</id><published>2009-01-14T21:03:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:10:16.062-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempos Modernos</title><content type='html'>Bom, hoje não deu pra visitar o Rei, mas mato as saudades atraves do meu ganha-pão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai vai uma historinha, tipo foto-novela... deixo para vocês imaginarem os dialogos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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height: 565px;" src="http://www.midiamundi.com.br/arthur/slides/slide10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 565px;" src="http://www.midiamundi.com.br/arthur/slides/slide11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 565px;" src="http://www.midiamundi.com.br/arthur/slides/slide12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4983044008477678645-3948562999579314008?l=sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/3948562999579314008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4983044008477678645&amp;postID=3948562999579314008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/3948562999579314008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/3948562999579314008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/2009/01/tempos-modernos.html' title='Tempos Modernos'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645.post-3583213307717795727</id><published>2008-12-30T14:13:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:25:02.072-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paciência</title><content type='html'>Paciência é, definitivamente, uma das virtudes que acho a mais importante, e a que menos tenho. Ter que esperar é uma tortura interminável para mim, pois sou um cara que chega, corre atrás, e faz acontecer. Não consigo ficar vendo a movimentação das cumulus nimbus e aguardar... consequentemente, acaba que fico ansioso com muita frequência, e isto leva a stress, decepção, e um grau alto de saco-cheismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas num papo com uma amiga ontem, vi que ter paciência, as vezes, tem mais a ver com ter tolerância, do que simplesmente ficar esperando. Se você quer bastante algo, e tem que esperar por aquilo pois não dá pra ter determinada coisa sozinho, ser tolerante com a situação pode ajudar... e sim, tentar não estressar, não colocar mais em cima daquilo que aquilo realmente mereçe... enfim, tentar ter... mais paciência. Desacelerar, diminuir a expectativa, não esperar dos outros o que eles não podem dar, isso tudo ajuda a ser mais paciente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, é difícil. Eu raramente consigo. Mas tô tentando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4983044008477678645-3583213307717795727?l=sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/3583213307717795727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4983044008477678645&amp;postID=3583213307717795727' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/3583213307717795727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/3583213307717795727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/2008/12/pacincia.html' title='Paciência'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645.post-4777527484930904468</id><published>2008-12-29T15:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:33:38.922-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Green and Grey</title><content type='html'>Vindo pro trabalho, decidi colocar um New Model Army. E acabou que escutei a música "Green and Grey" umas 3 vezes... Segue a letra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time I think most clearly&lt;br /&gt;The time I drift away&lt;br /&gt;Is on the busride that meanders&lt;br /&gt;Up these valleys of green and grey&lt;br /&gt;I get to think about what might have been&lt;br /&gt;And what may yet come true&lt;br /&gt;And I get to pass a rainy mile&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;And all the while, all the while&lt;br /&gt;I still hear that call&lt;br /&gt;To the land of gold and poison&lt;br /&gt;That beckons to us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes here very much&lt;br /&gt;I guess you'd say it never will&lt;br /&gt;The pubs are all full on Friday nights&lt;br /&gt;And things get started still&lt;br /&gt;We spent hours last week with Billy boy&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding, yeah queueing in consualty&lt;br /&gt;Staring at those posters we used to laugh at&lt;br /&gt;Never never land, palm trees by the sea&lt;br /&gt;Well there was no need for those guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hurt him so bad&lt;br /&gt;When all they had to do&lt;br /&gt;Was knock him down&lt;br /&gt;But no one asks to many questions like that anymore&lt;br /&gt;Since you left this town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow brings another train&lt;br /&gt;Another young brave steals away&lt;br /&gt;But you're the one I remember&lt;br /&gt;From these valleys of green and the grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to talk about winners and losers&lt;br /&gt;All the time - as if that was all there was&lt;br /&gt;As if we were not of the same blood family&lt;br /&gt;As if we live by different laws&lt;br /&gt;Do you owe so much less to these&lt;br /&gt;Rain swept hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than you owe to your good self&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that the world has always got&lt;br /&gt;To be something that always seems&lt;br /&gt;To happen - somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;For God's sake don't you realise&lt;br /&gt;That I still hear that call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're so brave&lt;br /&gt;Just to go running&lt;br /&gt;To that wicked beckons to us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow brings another train&lt;br /&gt;Another young brave ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not for one second&lt;br /&gt;Did you look behind you&lt;br /&gt;As you were walking away&lt;br /&gt;Never once did you wish any of us well&lt;br /&gt;Those who had chosen to stay&lt;br /&gt;And if that's what it takes to make it&lt;br /&gt;In the place that you live today&lt;br /&gt;Then I guess you'll never read these&lt;br /&gt;Letters that I send&lt;br /&gt;From the valleys of the green and the grey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4983044008477678645-4777527484930904468?l=sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/4777527484930904468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4983044008477678645&amp;postID=4777527484930904468' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/4777527484930904468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/4777527484930904468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/2008/12/green-and-grey.html' title='Green and Grey'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645.post-4685123679286546247</id><published>2008-12-29T11:33:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:56:10.928-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por amor?</title><content type='html'>Abro o jornal hoje e leio que Israel matou sei la quantas mais pessoas, e se prepara para invadir a Palestina. Seria isso um gesto de amor? Amor as suas ideologias, as suas crenças, que aquele pedaço de terra árido (ou esponjoso de tanto sangue) é seu? E os Palestinos... por amor a sua terra, suas ideias, defendem o campinho com tanto ímpeto que vemos fotos de crianças jogando pedras em tanques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por amor jogamos tudo pro alto, em busca de algo totalmente louco, aparentemente impossível. Mas não sabendo que era impossível, ele foi lá e fez. Por amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por amor se escala o Everest, se mergulha nas fossas abissais, se conquista um campeonato de paintball... sim, por amor, que não necessariamente tem que ser por outra pessoa, pode ser amor próprio, amor a algo que você queira pra si, e que, talvez, não tenha nada a ver com alguem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o seu amor tem que ser o amor de outra pessoa? E é obrigatório amarmos somente uma pessoa? Diz a sociedade católica que sim, pois senão, você não vai pro céu, e não será convidado para o jantar de natal e almoço de páscoa. Mas e se você amar varias coisas, varias pessoas, e quiser conciliar tudo? Ai, caro leitor, já era, pois vão te chamar de egoísta... e olha que interessante: Ego, de acordo com a psicologia, é a soma total dos pensamentos, idéias, sentimentos, lembranças e percepções sensoriais. Se equilibra com o superego e com o id, mas nos mantém no jogo, desejando, querendo, e amando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser egoísta é amar demais? Ainda bem que ano que vem retomo minha análise... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. A lista de desculpas não para de crescer!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4983044008477678645-4685123679286546247?l=sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/4685123679286546247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4983044008477678645&amp;postID=4685123679286546247' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/4685123679286546247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/4685123679286546247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/2008/12/por-amor.html' title='Por amor?'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645.post-6650929482457178608</id><published>2008-12-27T12:59:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:08:19.533-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>Tem dias que realmente não ajudam. Hoje, dia de ficar com o Arthur, e não para de chover. Ele gostou de surfar, mas se eu levo pra praia hoje, é gripe na certa. Com chuva não rola parquinho, andar no calçadão, e também não dá pra pegar um menino de dois anos e levar pro cinema - a não ser que seja pra tocar aquele zaralho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fuga vai acabar sendo me enfiar em algum shopping com ele. E assim começa a catequese do materialismo desenfreado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4983044008477678645-6650929482457178608?l=sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/6650929482457178608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4983044008477678645&amp;postID=6650929482457178608' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/6650929482457178608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/6650929482457178608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/2008/12/chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645.post-5740274009652335037</id><published>2008-12-26T15:37:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:39:12.445-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lista de desculpas</title><content type='html'>Resolvi fazer uma lista de desculpas. A algum tempo, todo dia escuto uma diferente, e para não ficar remoendo o porque da desculpa, resolvi levar na esportiva e vou começar a listar aqui no blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é um objeto de utilidade pública também, caso você, carissimo leitor, precise de uma desculpa, busque aqui no blog! Garanto que serão sempre as mais originais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4983044008477678645-5740274009652335037?l=sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/5740274009652335037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4983044008477678645&amp;postID=5740274009652335037' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/5740274009652335037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/5740274009652335037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/2008/12/lista-de-desculpas.html' title='Lista de desculpas'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645.post-5955905971144817575</id><published>2008-12-26T15:07:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:11:26.239-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Música para a mente</title><content type='html'>Uma amigassa (que escapa do paradigma "Amizade feminina é igual a picolé...") a um tempo atrás me recomendou que escutasse Mad Season. Na época, uma das letras tinha a ver com um momento meu. Hoje tô escutando Legião, e é incrível como podemos associar música a estados de espírito. Acho que, se tivesse sempre um headphone plugado, teria a minha vida como um filme com trilha sonora constante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante o ano, quando estava totalmente imerso no campeonato sul-americano de paintball, escutava direto Iron Maiden e Metallica. Agora, neste final de ano, estou mais introspectivo... Legião, Mad Season, Pink Floyd (das antigas), Lou Reed, Johnny Cash, Coldplay, Pearl Jam... tenho ouvido isso ai. As vezes coloco um Frank Zappa e um Bob Marley, e nesse sábado mandei um Raimundos pra dar uma acelerada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual será a trilha do ano-novo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4983044008477678645-5955905971144817575?l=sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/5955905971144817575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4983044008477678645&amp;postID=5955905971144817575' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/5955905971144817575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/5955905971144817575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/2008/12/msica-para-mente.html' title='Música para a mente'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645.post-5052391254060504419</id><published>2008-12-26T09:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:45:22.364-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto tempo dura?</title><content type='html'>Bom, como podem ver pelo primeiro post, este blog está na minha cabeça a um ano. Só que foi um ano turbulento, cheio de coisas, então, somente agora, volto a escrever. Que eu lembre, este é meu terceiro blog com o intuíto de ser sério (As armas do Paladino e o Comix foram os outros, se tiver saco e sem tempo de escrever ressucito uns posts antigos de lá).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje de manha recebi um email com a frase: "Continuous effort — not strength or intelligence — is the key to unlocking our potential. - Sir Winston Churchill (1874–1965)". Bem, isso quer dizer que eu tenho que ficar batendo com a cabeça na parede até que dê certo? Que se deve insistir sem desistir? Água mole, pedra dura, tanto bate até que fura? E se eu tiver afim de desistir? De mudar? Acho que o segredo é deixar passar. As vezes me pegava me prendendo a coisas que já tinham ido, e me ferrava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é a toa que os franceses dizem "laissez faire laissez passer"...tudo bem que tem a ver com Liberalismo, mas encontrar encaixes para a vida em ditados populares é um passatempo de muita gente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fiz coisas que não fazia a tempos. Primeiro levei meu filho para a praia, e surfamos! Sim, coloquei o moleque, de 2 anos, em cima de uma prancha e descemos umas marolas, ele se amarrou... te prometo, Arthur: Passaremos algumas férias no futuro em Bali, dropando G-Land 12 pés e depois ficaremos relax na areia dourada, vendo o por-do-sol e tomando água de côco (nada de Ades de Uva!). Depois, a tarde, vi o novo filme do Kevin Smith, "Zack and Miry make a Porno". Bacaninha, e ainda farei o meu. A noite joguei um cardgame com o Nuno, amigo das antigas. E chapei no sofá vendo "The Shield", embasbacado com a amoralidade dos personagens e pensando em como acabamos torcendo para a pessoa errada as vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois eu mexo no layout do blog, tô sem saco agora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4983044008477678645-5052391254060504419?l=sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/5052391254060504419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4983044008477678645&amp;postID=5052391254060504419' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/5052391254060504419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/5052391254060504419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/2008/12/quanto-tempo-dura.html' title='Quanto tempo dura?'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983044008477678645.post-113946729951841396</id><published>2008-01-21T12:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:59:19.750-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, World</title><content type='html'>Ola!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4983044008477678645-113946729951841396?l=sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/feeds/113946729951841396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4983044008477678645&amp;postID=113946729951841396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/113946729951841396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4983044008477678645/posts/default/113946729951841396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexoletrasevideotapes.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-world.html' title='Hello, World'/><author><name>Mauricio</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
