<?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-7725080472789823806</id><updated>2012-02-13T14:59:52.111-02:00</updated><category term='boas lembranças'/><category term='fragilidade'/><category term='trapnest'/><category term='agora'/><category term='black'/><category term='lugares'/><category term='vô'/><category term='adele'/><category term='Saudade'/><category term='você'/><category term='mangá'/><category term='Limite'/><category term='ouvir'/><category term='Shirt'/><category term='AMORzão'/><category term='camisa'/><category term='cheiros'/><category term='rainbow'/><category term='irrepressibles'/><category term='Deus'/><category term='família'/><category term='eu'/><category term='Sale el sol'/><category term='vida'/><category term='amy'/><category term='conselhos'/><category term='Mentir'/><category term='Augusto Cury'/><category term='perdão'/><category term='Desculpa'/><category term='músicas'/><category term='amar'/><category term='incógnita'/><category term='shakira'/><category term='ARARA'/><category term='consequências'/><category term='triste'/><category term='amores'/><category term='amigos'/><category term='confuso'/><category term='lost'/><category term='carpe diem'/><category term='descoberta'/><category term='dor'/><category term='LOBO'/><category term='lembrança'/><category term='Sentimento'/><category term='Alma Gêmea'/><category term='amor'/><category term='alegria'/><category term='sai o sol'/><category term='Vendedo de Sonhos'/><category term='sol'/><category term='dead'/><category term='fatos'/><category term='aprendi'/><category term='Humano'/><category term='tempo'/><category term='Emoção'/><category term='pain'/><category term='comida'/><category term='anime'/><category term='Palavras'/><category term='Culpa'/><category term='blast'/><category term='shakespeare'/><category term='nana'/><category term='LUTO'/><category term='tempestade'/><category term='love'/><category term='Gostar'/><category term='descobri'/><category term='aprender'/><category term='paz'/><category term='feliz'/><title type='text'>Nathan Sampaio</title><subtitle type='html'>Algumas breves descrições de uma passagem rápida pelo planeta terra. É isso.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>224</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-3437402467441657476</id><published>2012-01-28T21:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:31:49.860-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Começar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu não sei ao certo como, mas de alguma maneira, meu pai, minha mãe, pais ou avós de outras pessoas que conheço chegaram em algum ponto da vida onde poderiam dizer que tudo valeu a pena, mas eu não sei se realmente ouve esse momento, porém eu arrisco em dizer que houve sim. Não sei se eles notaram, ou se sentiram, se reconheceram, mas eu vi, eu presenciei, eu imaginei que poderia ter valido a pena. Pensar que algumas pessoas começam bem de baixo me conforta muito, pensar que elas se privaram de tantas coisas que queriam e que talvez tem o dobro do que pediram agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu queria poder me privar de várias coisas, já o faço, mas muito pouco. Poderia me esforçar mais. Eu nem de longe penso que tiveram uma vida perfeita, ou que não cometeram erros, ou que não magoaram pessoas que amavam, mas eles chegaram em um lugar, no alto, onde vários poderiam enxergar e dizer, como eu gostaria de estar lá. isso é um detalhe, eu não quero que as pessoas me vejam e queiram só estar onde eu estou, eu quero que elas estejam lá também, lá no alto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu vou tentar, de verdade, tentar começar 'de baixo', de uma forma natural e&amp;nbsp;saudável, e sei que é difícil, por que os tempos são outros, nós estamos desfrutando do que nossos pais/avós conseguiram. Bom, eu pelo menos, não tenho desfrutado muito por alguns problemas. Tenho trabalhado muito, mas torro tudo. Como eu dizia, é diferente, não dá pra começar como nossos pais ou avós começaram, tenho que achar um jeito diferente. Uma maneira nova, nesse mundo ilhado de propagandas, de coisas novas, de&amp;nbsp;invenções&amp;nbsp;pra tudo, de soluções pra tudo, de tecnologia avançada e de todo território descoberto, digamos assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vai ser difícil, mas talvez eu consiga, mesmo sabendo que dá pra ser feliz de qualquer maneira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-3437402467441657476?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/3437402467441657476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=3437402467441657476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3437402467441657476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3437402467441657476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2012/01/comecar.html' title='Começar'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-1694500984956431441</id><published>2012-01-22T22:30:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:30:37.838-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo de piquenique</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hoje o dia era de reunir os amigos, estender uma toalha xadrez e comer guloseimas, fazendo um piquenique... Só faltou alguns amigos e a toalha xadrez, que deu lugar a camisa do Hal. Hoho! O dia foi ótimo, a chuva insistia pra&amp;nbsp;atrapalhar, mas se pingava íamos para dentro do carro, quando parava saíamos... e foi assim, até comermos demais ficando levemente alterados. Ainda bem que o local, longe da civilização, ajudou. É sempre bom ficar mais perto da natureza do que perto do homem e suas obras pra&amp;nbsp;expirar&amp;nbsp;um pouco, soltar a criatividade, a loucura e o ser interior. Comemos rosquinhas - os donnuts, salgados, batata, doritos, refrigerante de uva, suco de acerola, vinho e até meu remédio pra garganta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dias como esse são ótimos, mesmo que eu acredite que todos dias são bons, devo ressaltar que dias como esse são especialmente ótimos, cada momento, cada risada, cada respiração. O vento ajudou bastante, eu gosto muito de vento, e a vista sempre linda. Obrigado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEUxNa0j8B4/Txyo-9U0r-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/TBVX4ynhOSY/s1600/2012-01-22+18.51.16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEUxNa0j8B4/Txyo-9U0r-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/TBVX4ynhOSY/s320/2012-01-22+18.51.16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3pNivX0StA/TxypG6oGlGI/AAAAAAAAAt4/BrWEXG8r4yk/s1600/2012-01-22+18.54.31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3pNivX0StA/TxypG6oGlGI/AAAAAAAAAt4/BrWEXG8r4yk/s320/2012-01-22+18.54.31.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTqaGCIn0yQ/TxypN0mGVSI/AAAAAAAAAuA/5ZWLq3k1Ono/s1600/2012-01-22+18.47.47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTqaGCIn0yQ/TxypN0mGVSI/AAAAAAAAAuA/5ZWLq3k1Ono/s320/2012-01-22+18.47.47.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnDmC4GfI9o/Txypz3Z4YmI/AAAAAAAAAuI/keaRJX3eGxI/s1600/2012-01-22+18.48.37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nnDmC4GfI9o/Txypz3Z4YmI/AAAAAAAAAuI/keaRJX3eGxI/s320/2012-01-22+18.48.37.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-1694500984956431441?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/1694500984956431441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=1694500984956431441' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1694500984956431441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1694500984956431441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2012/01/domingo-de-piquenique.html' title='Domingo de piquenique'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEUxNa0j8B4/Txyo-9U0r-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/TBVX4ynhOSY/s72-c/2012-01-22+18.51.16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-8709495955113184379</id><published>2012-01-21T22:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:58:52.812-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de diferente :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bom, ultimamente vem sendo difícil manter o ritmo de vida... Eu sou jovem, saudável, não passo fome, tenho amigos, um bom trabalho, uma boa faculdade, uma boa família e blábláblá, porém eu não posso evitar de me sentir entediado, a partir do momento em que eu sei em que mundo vivo, e o quanto há pra viver nele, quantos lugares quero visitar, quantas pessoas quero conhecer, quantos pratos quero experimentar, e o trabalhar no mesmo lugar por quase um ano, meu recorde em um trabalho, me faz sentir um pouco entediado, afinal é lá que passo maior parte dos meus dias, criando, atendendo, servindo, crescendo, levando, vendendo e tudo que se possa imaginar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Em uma tentativa de não surtar, não pirar, ou de largar tudo de mão logo, enquanto não conheço outros países e o que falei antes, resolvi fazer coisas diferentes, porém simples que modifiquem o máximo possível meu dia a dia, minha rotina, e que possa me trazer mais motivação, quem sabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Comecei essa semana, com coisas mais 'lights', digamos assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comecei na terça, pensando em achar um&amp;nbsp;hobby&amp;nbsp;novo, aí minha amada amiga Weena, me falou do skoob onde eu poderia montar minha estante virtual e organizar os livros que eu tenho, os que eu quero ler, os que eu já li etc... e como ler já é um&amp;nbsp;hobby&amp;nbsp;meu apenas atualizei ele, ainda vou achar um hobby novo, mas adorei a ideia do skoob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9UqugcufNs/TxtbMNFUhqI/AAAAAAAAAtY/EgMKkH8rdsU/s1600/2012-01-20+15.37.19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9UqugcufNs/TxtbMNFUhqI/AAAAAAAAAtY/EgMKkH8rdsU/s320/2012-01-20+15.37.19.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois, na quarta, o que eu tinha lista era 'desenterrar' os vídeos antigos, todos que tinham meus amigos, eu e coisas legais, pra montar um mix futuramente... daqueles que dão nostalgia até chorar. Mas como podem ver na imagem abaixo, o conteúdo dos vídeos&amp;nbsp;talvez&amp;nbsp;façam alguns rirem ao invés de chorarem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPPtLtLItZY/TxtbW5HHOcI/AAAAAAAAAtg/L78VBidTMKw/s1600/2012-01-20+15.39.22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPPtLtLItZY/TxtbW5HHOcI/AAAAAAAAAtg/L78VBidTMKw/s320/2012-01-20+15.39.22.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na quinta a minha ideia era de escrever algumas cartas, mas adiei esta para assistir uma colação de grau de uma faculdade da minha cidade, afinal me formarei este ano e nunca havia assistido um evento deste, o que me deixou além de ansioso bem cansado, por que demorou, fui embora antes de acabar, mas me coloquei no lugar dos formandos, e imaginei que deve ser, claro, além de um sonho realizado, uma emoção sem tamanho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phPONUTEUHY/Txta_bJcmAI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ldsNtOFk-as/s1600/2012-01-19+20.36.13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-phPONUTEUHY/Txta_bJcmAI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/ldsNtOFk-as/s320/2012-01-19+20.36.13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Na quinta fui caminha com minha mãe, logo após o meu querido trabalho... esperamos o sol baixar e fomos caminhar, na avenida não sei o que, que foi reformada, fazendo com que, quase que automaticamente, algumas pessoas se levantassem de seus sofás e fossem remexer suas barriguinhas e seus&amp;nbsp;glúteos&amp;nbsp;seguindo o ilustre exemplo dos apresentadores do fantástico no quadro 'medida certa'. Normalmente eu costumo caminhar em um lugar bem melhor, que é quase segredo, um lugar calma, vazio e perto da natureza o que me convém mais, porém minha mãe insistiu e fomos pra lá, nem tirei foto, foi melhor mesmo, só tenho essas abaixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoU6WJclvFs/Txta1MsG7XI/AAAAAAAAAtI/KSg872gkKw8/s1600/2012-01-20+18.44.26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fcGGIlop_PQ/TxtbfzI8AkI/AAAAAAAAAto/w5v5tyyQW6k/s1600/2012-01-20+18.43.09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fcGGIlop_PQ/TxtbfzI8AkI/AAAAAAAAAto/w5v5tyyQW6k/s320/2012-01-20+18.43.09.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoU6WJclvFs/Txta1MsG7XI/AAAAAAAAAtI/KSg872gkKw8/s320/2012-01-20+18.44.26.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hoje é sábado e na minha lista coloquei uma interrogação, LOGO no SÁBADO, acreditem... de qualquer maneira, passei a tarde com algumas amigas, e foi muito bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amanhã já tenho algo pra fazer, mas só vou dizer sobre quando for postar a foto junto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7725080472789823806-8709495955113184379?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/8709495955113184379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=8709495955113184379' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/8709495955113184379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/8709495955113184379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2012/01/coisas-de-diferente.html' title='Coisas de diferente :)'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9UqugcufNs/TxtbMNFUhqI/AAAAAAAAAtY/EgMKkH8rdsU/s72-c/2012-01-20+15.37.19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-8938586780189470719</id><published>2012-01-20T14:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T14:32:33.756-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Sinais</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; São inúmeros os sinais que recebo diariamente, vindos não sei de onde, me bombardeando a consciência pra onde quer que eu olho. É tão estranho e ao mesmo tempo tão incrível. posso dar muitos exemplos, como da mulher que encontrei em um ônibus e que conversou comigo sobre livros, eu não fui muito simpático, sério, mas ela relutou e me disse dos livros que lia e pegou até meu e-mail, pensei que fosse qualquer coisa idiota, sei lá, só sei que no dia seguinte ela me enviou um e-mail contendo um texto que falava exatamente das coisas que eu estava passando, e um ótimo texto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Depois de ler o texto eu respondi agradecendo, depois ela me enviou mais quatro textos, dos quais li pausadamente em alternados dias, e a cada e-mail que eu lia eu via que o assunto era respectivo ao que eu precisava, à ajuda que eu necessitava. Enfim, são frases que eu leio pregadas por aí. Pessoas batalhando pra ganhar um troco pra poder comer, e cada vez mais, CADA VEZ MAIS, pessoas perdidas no tempo, no espaço... não sabem mais o que fazem, pra que vivem, pra que servem, não vou entrar em detalhes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Eu agradeço eternamente por saber de vários dos meus propósitos, por ser minimamente óbvio e as vezes lógico, o suficiente pra viver são, do modo que eu considero certo. Meus erros são incontáveis, mas eles eu também admito, e aceito, e procuro evitar, me melhorar, eu espero derrubar todos eles, pra eu poder viver melhor. Assim eu espero, e no que condiz aos outros eu também espero que melhorem, afinal, se cada um for bom pra si mesmo, logo todos serão bons para todos, em praticamente todos os sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARPE DIEM&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/7725080472789823806-8938586780189470719?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/8938586780189470719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=8938586780189470719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/8938586780189470719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/8938586780189470719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2012/01/os-sinais.html' title='Os Sinais'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-511904653420826850</id><published>2012-01-17T01:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T01:14:00.446-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan... Without You...</title><content type='html'>"Watcha think I was gonna do? pack my things and leave without you? How many times do I've gotta prove I'm not leaving without you? if you wait for me then look behind you, I'm gonna find you, Did you really think I was gonna to, pack my thing I won't to leave without you, Just how many times am I gonna hate you, keep on, keep on, keep on proving things to you...&amp;nbsp;Let me fake now gonna...find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't win, i can't reign&lt;br /&gt;I will never win this game&lt;br /&gt;Without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost, i am vain&lt;br /&gt;I will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't run, i won't fly&lt;br /&gt;I will never make it by&lt;br /&gt;Without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't rest, i can't fight&lt;br /&gt;All i need is you and I....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't erase, so i'll take blame&lt;br /&gt;But i can't accept that we're estranged&lt;br /&gt;Without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't quit now, this can't be right&lt;br /&gt;I can't take one more sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;Without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't soar, i won't climb&lt;br /&gt;If you're not here, i'm paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;Without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't look, i'm so blind&lt;br /&gt;I lost my heart, i lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;Without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;br /&gt;com ou sem você, mas com você será melhor.. Eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7725080472789823806-511904653420826850?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/511904653420826850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=511904653420826850' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/511904653420826850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/511904653420826850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2012/01/nathan-without-you.html' title='Nathan... Without You...'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-2441797662884212208</id><published>2012-01-09T22:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:58:36.664-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda bem,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que a felicidade é feita de momentos, ainda bem que eu cheguei a conclusão de que ninguém é normal, e ainda bem que eu aprendi a amar os outros do jeito que são e me amar do jeito que sou. Se fosse pra ficar falando eu ia dizer, ainda bem, ainda bem, ainda bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas vou resumir que ainda bem que eu sei que nada que eu aprender será em vão, cada coisa mínima. E é tão bom saber que dá pra extrair coisas boas de tudo que agente vive, por menor que seja, dá pra pegar um coisa boa e usar pro seu bem, pra sua evolução.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu desejo nunca cansar de ser otimista, nunca deixar de falar de amor, eu penso com toda força que faz as diferenças, mesmo que eu ou você sejamos o erro em pessoa, haha, não há erro, tá tudo tão preparado pra nós, não dá pra evitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez haja como fazer só coisas boas pensando em ser o menos ruim possível. A minha teoria não é totalmente teórica, porque eu penso tudo junto, há teorias que dizem que você nasce com a personalidade formada, outras onde você&amp;nbsp;adquire&amp;nbsp;com o tempo, outras dizem que são os astros, aprovações, vidas passadas, Deus, enfim... Eu só penso que tudo vale, não sei se já existe essa teoria que reúne tudo, mas é nela que acredito. Um pouco da influência de cada campo na natureza, o ventre, o nome, a família, amigos, o espaço, o governo, os livros, os trabalhos, o universo, Deus e em si, a própria natureza, além de sua alma, claro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sei que no fim tudo vai valer a pena, eu costumo me arrepender de certas coisas, mas fodam-se elas, eu me importo é com o que eu tenho orgulho de ter feito e aprendido. Vou tentar evitar arrependimentos pensando nas consequência, mas vou continuar errando, e tentando acertar sem parar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu tenho milhões de sonhos ainda, e já realizei tantos, eu sei como é possível, eu tenho exemplos, testemunhas, inspirações, AMIGOS, Deus e a mim mesmo. Eu tenho amor... todo amor pra doar e pra levar comigo. Eu vou esperar ansiosamente para dividi-lo com quem falta do meu lado, mas que vai aparecer... o que faz parte dos meus sonhos, e não tenho dúvida de que vai se realizar... vão se realizar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-2441797662884212208?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/2441797662884212208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=2441797662884212208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2441797662884212208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2441797662884212208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2012/01/ainda-bem.html' title='Ainda bem,'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-6453817586183528483</id><published>2012-01-07T02:03:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T02:07:20.421-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAT</title><content type='html'>Nathan: Já faz alguns anos que eu posto aqui, heim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Sério? nem parece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: Pois é, desde 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Nossa, um bom tempo. E por que... qual o motivo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: Vários, eu gosto de escrever, desde pequeno,&lt;br /&gt;gosto de contar&amp;nbsp;o que eu aprendo, compartilhar o que&lt;br /&gt;eu leio, as músicas, desabafar com&amp;nbsp;o computador,&lt;br /&gt;ajuda muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Sei... até que eu entendo, mas tem muitos textos&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;sobre amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: Bem, na verdade é sobre o que mais gosto&lt;br /&gt;de escrever,&amp;nbsp;o Amor, digamos uns 80% dos textos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Esse amor todo é de alguém?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: Todos que conheço, eu amo todos, na medida&lt;br /&gt;do possível,&amp;nbsp;mas é claro que cada amor é diferente, e&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;tem sempre o mais especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Nós sabemos bem, qual é o especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: É. É aquele que considero até lógico demais.&lt;br /&gt;Me diz uma coisa,&amp;nbsp;você por acaso acha que eu&lt;br /&gt;extrapolei&amp;nbsp;alguma vez com ele? Fiz algo&amp;nbsp;errado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Certo ou errado... foda-se, você fez o que deu&lt;br /&gt;pra fazer, pelo menos&amp;nbsp;não fez como alguns babacas&lt;br /&gt;fazem, correr atrás a ponto de perder os&amp;nbsp;seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;e tal... viver em função disso. Que bom que nós temos&lt;br /&gt;esse&amp;nbsp;bom senso. Quem faz esse tipo de coisa tem que&lt;br /&gt;abrir mão de muita coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: Será que vale a pena?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Isso já virou uma entrevista... haha, eu acho que&lt;br /&gt;não, ou melhor, sabemos&amp;nbsp;que não. Não pra nós.&lt;br /&gt;Mas me diz, mesmo assim o ama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: Como não? é como eu te disse, eu não fui pra&lt;br /&gt;patagônia atrás dele,&amp;nbsp;mas eu amo sim, amo aqui do meu&lt;br /&gt;jeito, no meu canto, vivendo minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;É legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Hmmm, então tá. Interessante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: Eu gosto, ow, é tipo... deixa eu ver... é como se&lt;br /&gt;eu pudesse fazer&amp;nbsp;do meu jeito. Não vou explicar, quase&lt;br /&gt;todas músicas e poemas românticos&amp;nbsp;se explicam por mim,&lt;br /&gt;um dia te mostro um. Mas e você, o que estava fazendo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Eu tava assistindo uns filmes... Assisti o "REC²" e&lt;br /&gt;depois "Bad teacher"&amp;nbsp;pra quebrar o clima de medo,&lt;br /&gt;afinal estou sozinho em casa, hoho, adoro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: Aaaah, pois então, agora vai dormir que&lt;br /&gt;amanhã você trabalha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Okay! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs.: embora este texto pareça um tanto quanto&lt;br /&gt;forever alone, é apenas um texto,&amp;nbsp;eu tenho sã consciência&lt;br /&gt;de que falar consigo mesmo é normal, e escrever isso, não&lt;br /&gt;é nada demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARPE DIEM&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/7725080472789823806-6453817586183528483?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/6453817586183528483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=6453817586183528483' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6453817586183528483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6453817586183528483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2012/01/chat.html' title='CHAT'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-4111335530430818007</id><published>2011-12-26T23:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:44:32.105-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about our future like we had a clue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: right;"&gt;Never planned that one day, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: right;"&gt;'d be losing you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;In another life, I would be your boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;We'd keep all our promises, be us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;against the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;In another life, I would make you stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;So I don't have to say you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;The one that got away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;The one that got away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;All this money can't buy me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;a time machine, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Can't replace you with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;million rings, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;I should have told you what you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;meant to me, whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;'Cause now I pay the price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;In another life, I would make you stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;So I don't have to say you were the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;one that got away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;I miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Saudades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Tanta Saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7725080472789823806-4111335530430818007?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/4111335530430818007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=4111335530430818007' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4111335530430818007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4111335530430818007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/12/talk-about-our-future-like-we-had-clue.html' title='Talk about our future like we had a clue...'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-4849408654780117855</id><published>2011-12-22T00:52:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:40:44.570-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Júnior</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;"Eu preciso de tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;Amor, alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu preciso de espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu preciso de mim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;Diga olá para o garoto que sou eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;Você vai ter que ver pelo meu ponto de vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu preciso cometer erros para aprender quem eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;Eu não quero ser tão protegido"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nós encontramos amor onde não havia esperança e nós nos encontramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;com as qualidades que&amp;nbsp;procurávamos. Essas foram as frases mais lindas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;que encontramos para definir o momento que Deus nos deu. Eu digo por nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;por que mesmo não estando mais aqui nesse mundo, você está em meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;coração e eu estou no seu, para sempre em cada lembrança e momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;que me proporcionou, e foram todos ótimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Você será insubstituível, pois não haverá ninguém que faça o que você fez&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;por mim em tão pouco tempo, as coisas mais lindas e as que recentemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;descobri, as surpresas boas que estava me preparando. Não posso ficar triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;você só me fez feliz, em cada hora contada e extremamente aproveitada ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;seu lado, só tenho a agradecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;É garoto, você partiu cedo... não achei justo, mas quem sou eu, sou só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;alguém que vai guarda-lo com todo amor no coração, assim como a ultima&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;mensagem que me mandou, dizendo que eu tinha marca registrada em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;seu coração. &amp;nbsp;Bom, é isso, não preciso escrever muito, você deve saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;tudo que está se passando, principalmente que não vou te esquecer, mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Não esquece de mim também... Você vai ter que me visitar em meus sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;me promete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Atenciosamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Seu fofo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7725080472789823806-4849408654780117855?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/4849408654780117855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=4849408654780117855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4849408654780117855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4849408654780117855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/12/meu-junior.html' title='Meu Júnior'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-2182075847609159792</id><published>2011-12-08T00:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:22:30.547-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeeee! de novo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;á parei pra pensar em tudo que eu vejo, e paro, ainda. Os casais mais estranhos e felizes, as pessoas mais feias e felizes, as famílias mais perturbadas e felizes, a humildade, perseverança, o anonimato, aquilo que você olha e se pergunta: mas como? mas porque? com quem? pra que? em que? e assim continua sua vida sem entender... É que querendo ou não, algumas pessoas vivem inconscientemente, ou não, sem padrões, paradigmas, preconceitos, barreiras e qualquer outra coisa que as faça parar, elas não tem algumas escolhas, e é melhor assim. CARPE DIEM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-2182075847609159792?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/2182075847609159792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=2182075847609159792' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2182075847609159792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2182075847609159792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/12/eeeee-de-novo.html' title='Eeeee! de novo!'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-6985528251166401236</id><published>2011-11-14T20:57:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:58:15.083-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Digo</title><content type='html'>É muito fácil você cuidar do que come quando se é... Muito fácil ler uma cola quando se é... Muito mais fácil aumentar 20 'reaish' de salário quando... ou mais fácil ainda prometer aumentar 0,0003% de salário quando... enfim, queria ver um discurso sem papéis, uma vida de salário mínimo e comer o que faz bem para...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, aproveite o dia e outra coisa, o mundo não gira em torno de ninguém, mas somos nós que fazemos ele girar, poderíamos por favor parar um pouco e fazer o que realmente gostamos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-6985528251166401236?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/6985528251166401236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=6985528251166401236' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6985528251166401236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6985528251166401236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/11/digo.html' title='Digo'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-7755660224602526387</id><published>2011-11-06T19:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T19:32:05.003-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Observação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu tenho tanta, mas tanta saudade de bons sentimentos passados. &amp;nbsp;O mais difícil nisso é que quando lembro das pessoas com quem não tenho mais contato, e das que não tenho tempo de ver, não é só delas que sinto saudade, é o sentimento, e ele vem sozinho, o que mais faz doer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A pessoa está lá, cuidando da própria vida e você, vivendo a sua, sentindo saudade do que aconteceu, e sentindo o mesmo sentimento, por que ele parece que não morre, parece que não se importa em vir desacompanhado. Ele vem e dói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-7755660224602526387?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/7755660224602526387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=7755660224602526387' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7755660224602526387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7755660224602526387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/11/observacao.html' title='Observação'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-3631005915236989995</id><published>2011-11-02T23:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:56:04.965-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tudo o que viveram, tão pouco comparado com a dimensão temporal, mas tão maior do que qualquer outra força que tentasse se aproximar para destruir, eram vividos ali momentos e sentimentos&amp;nbsp;inimagináveis, capazes do impossível, fazia com que toda dor sumisse. Longe ou perto, impedidos ou livres, toda vez em que um pensava no outro ou estavam juntos uma dose de harmonia e calmaria era injetada nos corações, seguindo pelas veias e, logo, todo corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O que de diferente tinham dos outros seres que se desesperavam pelos problemas que a vida entregava? ou pelas responsabilidades confiadas? ou até mesmo pelas provações do destino? Eles não tinham resposta, eles não eram menos nem mais, nem melhores. Todos problemas eram levados sim a sério, mas não maiores do que o amor, as responsabilidades cumpridas e não maiores do que o amor, as provações, bem, as provações eram o que tornava maior o Amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Talvez a procura de um pelo outro nunca fora em vão, cada experiência vivida, cada traço sofrido da história dos dois, todas as fases empregadas, tudo que os faziam reclamar e tentar desistir, não foi em vão, por que de uma coisa eles nunca desistiram, de achar um ao outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As vezes deixavam de lado a procura pelo Amor, pensando que viria, acontecia, as vezes pensavam fielmente que o Amor, assim como qualquer carreira, profissão ou sonho, deveria ser conquistado através do esforço e da busca incansável. Seja qual for o correto do Amor, esperando ou procurando, ele apareceu, esperando ou procurando fez um ao outro permitirem viver melhor, sem dar atenção ao que não faz bem. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eles sabiam que a vida era curta, sabiam que ontem tinham 15, e amanhã teriam 30. Sabiam que independente de carreira ou trabalho, que eram importantes, viver juntos do jeito que sempre quiseram e viverem os sonhos que sempre tiveram, era o mais importante, era acima de tudo VIVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eles sabem, querem, vivem, sonham, Amam. Aproveitam.&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/7725080472789823806-3631005915236989995?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/3631005915236989995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=3631005915236989995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3631005915236989995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3631005915236989995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-dois.html' title='Os dois'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-8031044075775229161</id><published>2011-10-12T23:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:16:17.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu não fiz nada, não achei mais tempo, não descobri coisas maravilhosas como Shakespeare, ou anônimos românticos que colocavam-no como autor de seus textos. Ainda não inventei nenhuma solução pros meus problemas, eles apenas são grandes quando acho que são e pequenos quando estou ocupado demais passando por momentos felizes. Eu também não encontrei formas de escapar da dor da saudade nem das outras dores, é inevitável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu tenho tanto ainda pra ser, tenho tanto pra tudo. Resumindo, tenho tanto pra viver ou morrer. Mas hoje, como ontem ou talvez amanhã venho saboreando o&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;fruto da felicidade. Felicidade encravada na realidade. Quando dizemos que eramos felizes e não&amp;nbsp;sabíamos, como erramos, porque vamos dizer isso sempre, e digo isso porque ontem eu estive feliz. E antes que o dia acabe quero dizer: fui feliz hoje também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu tive tanto, agradeço tanto. Ainda tenho e agradeço, cada vez algo diferente. Espero que continue assim, e que seja gradativamente. Não vamos pensar num futuro distante, só num futuro raso, que não deixa de ser incerto. Bem, como eu dizia, não achei mais tempo do que as 24 horas por dia que Deus me dá, e que passa mais rápido a cada piscar de olhos, o que eu achei na verdade, foi a feliz chance de aproveitá-lo melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-8031044075775229161?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/8031044075775229161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=8031044075775229161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/8031044075775229161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/8031044075775229161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/10/nem.html' title='Nem'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-5399624041278187003</id><published>2011-10-09T20:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T20:50:32.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sóu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;ando só&lt;br /&gt;pois só eu sei&lt;br /&gt;pra onde ir&lt;br /&gt;por onde andei&lt;br /&gt;ando só&lt;br /&gt;nem sei por que&lt;br /&gt;não me pergunte&lt;br /&gt;o que eu não sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;pergunte ao pó&lt;br /&gt;desça o porão&lt;br /&gt;siga aquele carro&lt;br /&gt;ou as pegadas que eu deixei&lt;br /&gt;pergunte ao pó&lt;br /&gt;por onde andei&lt;br /&gt;há um mapa dos meus passos&lt;br /&gt;nos pedaços que eu deixei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;desate o nó&lt;br /&gt;que te prendeu&lt;br /&gt;a uma pessoa que nunca te mereceu&lt;br /&gt;desate o nó&lt;br /&gt;que nos uniu&lt;br /&gt;num desatino&lt;br /&gt;um desafio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;ando só&lt;br /&gt;como um pássaro voando&lt;br /&gt;ando só&lt;br /&gt;como se voasse em bando&lt;br /&gt;ando só&lt;br /&gt;pois só eu sei andar&lt;br /&gt;sem saber até quando&lt;br /&gt;ando só...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Engenheiros do Hawaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-5399624041278187003?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/5399624041278187003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=5399624041278187003' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5399624041278187003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5399624041278187003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/10/sou.html' title='Sóu'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-1502641076238405477</id><published>2011-10-09T18:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T20:43:10.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Louco</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Sabe qual o valor das coisas, mas o preço não importa. Sabe como o mundo é bonito e glorioso, mas não se importa em viver em uma casa simples no interior. Sabe que amigos são maravilhosos, mas gosta de viver sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não sabe trabalhar sobre pressão, tem medo de passar fome porque se recusa a fazer o que não gosta. chora por motivos irracionais, mas sabe encarar problemas sérios de todo tipo. Encara a morte por que não tem medo, e gosta de sentir medo, mas não gosta da ideia de ficar doente numa cama, e isso revolta. Não consegue compreender um amor que sente, mas sabe amar todos que cativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gosta de carinho excessivo, de cobrança na hora de namorar: quero beijo, quero um abraço, quero um carinho, quero comer um nugget, quero tomar um guaraná, quero sair, vamos ver um filme, fica aqui comigo, me liga, me ama. Sabe ser sozinho com alguém, sabe ser sozinho sem ninguém, sabe valorizar um gesto simples, sabe desprezar um gesto mal&amp;nbsp;intencionado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sabe preferir o que o coração quer, acredita em tudo que ninguém quer acreditar, gosta de acreditar em algo doido que alguém também acredita porque sabe que a pessoa se sente melhor, sabe concordar com todos, mesmo tendo opinião contrária, por que não vale a pena ser teimoso, não perde tempo sendo contrário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe viver sentindo dor de saudade que sabe que vai durar uma vida porque sabe que não... não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso não é saber muito, isso não é nada, isso é o mínimo do mínimo do mínimo, que escrevi porque lembrei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu não sei é ainda 99,999999999999999999999999999999999999999%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu vou continuar sem saber, por que eu sei, de novo, do que preciso, e é tão pouco, ao mesmo tempo é tudo, porque é Amor, e o Amor por mais que doa, em qualquer sentido, não sai do meu ser, e nunca sairá, aonde quer que eu vá, antes ou depois de morrer, o amor me salvará, porque por mais escuro o lugar onde eu estiver uma chama brilhará. É o Amor que me aquecerá. Ele pode ou não se concretizar em outra pessoa, que dará tudo por mim, e o tudo é o pouco que preciso. Entende?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de pouco pra viver, mas vivo com Amor, o Amor é tudo, e quando achar alguém, ou não, vou continuar com a mesma ideia, pretendo. Mas de alguma forma melhor, mais feliz talvez, com menos crises, menos preocupações, mais vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de 'alguéns' a partir do momento que preciso de mais Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-1502641076238405477?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/1502641076238405477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=1502641076238405477' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1502641076238405477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1502641076238405477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/10/louco.html' title='Louco'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-2203077571634040550</id><published>2011-09-26T14:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:39:41.792-03:00</updated><title type='text'>L</title><content type='html'>Pode ser má&lt;br /&gt;pode ser cruel,&lt;br /&gt;pode doer e pode rasgar, e ainda torturar,&lt;br /&gt;pode se negar a sair, pode queimar&lt;br /&gt;e congelar, se quebrar, mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Pode te humilhar, te odiar e te bater&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu vou fazer o quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei o qual é expectativa e o que é esperança,&lt;br /&gt;o que esperar, sendo que o tempo passou esperando,&lt;br /&gt;eu perdi já parte que passou esperando e que não alcança&lt;br /&gt;perdi o tempo que eu mais queria passar amando;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só posso agora ter em sonho, quem eu quero,&lt;br /&gt;e se está ao meu lado ou a uma longa distância, não importa&lt;br /&gt;não dá, o tempo não me favorece, eu já me acostumei,&lt;br /&gt;pelo menos agora, o agora me deprime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa angustia não tem validade, nem hora,&lt;br /&gt;não estou achando cedo nem tarde,&lt;br /&gt;só não quero, não aceito...&lt;br /&gt;Eu me recuso a sentir algo que arde,&lt;br /&gt;mas não adianta, eu não paro de sentir,&lt;br /&gt;e ponho a culpa aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou melhorar, mas sabendo que essa sensação volta,&lt;br /&gt;e essa sensação pode ser má... Cruel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me derrota.&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/7725080472789823806-2203077571634040550?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/2203077571634040550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=2203077571634040550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2203077571634040550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2203077571634040550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/09/l.html' title='L'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-4024818386165194858</id><published>2011-09-25T19:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:38:47.835-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem não quer sou Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Vou ficar a noite em claro sem pegar no sono&lt;br /&gt;Meditando sobre o que de fato aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Eu até pensei que fosse terminar na cama&lt;br /&gt;Como era de costume entre você e eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu fiz de tudo mas era tarde&lt;br /&gt;Foi o que eu podia dar você não entendeu&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis ir fundo e você com medo&lt;br /&gt;Tirou onda pois agora quem não quer sou eu&lt;br /&gt;É... Quem não quer sou eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Quem não quer sou eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Pois é...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;E vai a noite, vem o dia&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui pensando&lt;br /&gt;Um cigarro atrás do outro&lt;br /&gt;E eu fumo sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Da janela eu vejo o trânsito congestionado&lt;br /&gt;No meu peito o coração parece buzinar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu fiz de tudo mas era tarde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;SEU JORGE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-4024818386165194858?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/4024818386165194858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=4024818386165194858' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4024818386165194858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4024818386165194858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/09/quem-nao-quer-sou-eu.html' title='Quem não quer sou Eu'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-8167295009276108646</id><published>2011-09-22T23:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:53:45.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'>If The Lights Go Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 40px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;They say the world must end somehow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;They say the end's not far from now;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I think they're wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Don't worry your life away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Start living for today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Don't think about tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;And if the lights go out on all of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;In just a year or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;And if the sky falls down like pouring rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Then I'll be here with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I'll go down with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Well I'm gonna try for all I'm worth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;To stay with you till the end of the earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Don't let me down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Don't let your feelings win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Don't give out, and don't give in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Don't think about tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Cause if the lights go out on all of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;In just a year or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;And if the sky falls down like pouring rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Then I'll be here with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I'll go down with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Katie Melua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-8167295009276108646?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/8167295009276108646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=8167295009276108646' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/8167295009276108646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/8167295009276108646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-lights-go-out.html' title='If The Lights Go Out'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-2562975503494427748</id><published>2011-09-18T00:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T00:46:50.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'>óu gud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sorrisos, olhares, toques de mãos, beijos, cada manifestação não física também de um ser humano, cada uma com sua identidade, gostaria que qualquer uma se encaixasse no meu perfil, de querer ser amado, e queria também que todos pudessem saber como é, e que ao passar por essa experiência de amar, pelo início e um sorriso por exemplo, até os enlaces mais profundos, que não passassem simplesmente... que ficasse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sei que não se escolhe, um sempre desmancha e o outro acolhe. Digo que pudessem saber se encaixar, que&amp;nbsp;pudéssemos&amp;nbsp;aprender a encaixar, fazer com que cada sorriso, beijo ou carinho fosse o perfeito para nós, independente da pessoa, por que único e belo ele sempre são, da maneira que cada pessoa sabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Também poderia ser definitivo, aprenderíamos a acertar e errar com uma pessoa somente, por que falando por da minha pessoa, depois do amor, só conheci o que me deixou o que me traiu, olha que quem deixou e quem traiu não foi outro além de mim, me senti traído e deixado por mim mesmo. Eu fui embora com o amor, e não sei por que motivo. Só sei que procuro o Amor para me encontrar de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu acredito que desvirtuamos, assim como acredito fielmente, por mais que pareça vaga para mim a palavra, acredito sim que possamos voltar a ser o que desejamos de corpo e alma, sem erros e com o mínimo de pecados, ou sem pecados e o mínimo de erros. Por que o Amor não é perfeito, só é a melhor coisa. E é isso que procuro, nada de perfeição nem fora, nem dentro de ninguém, mas sim as melhores coisas com alguém, por mais simples e limitados que forem, aos olhos alheios claro, por que aos meus e aos dele e Dele cada momento será o mais histórico&amp;nbsp;possível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As vezes eu me sinto maU, com toda força e sentimento. Razões 'profissionais', 'pré-profissionais', pessoais, políticas, relacionamentais, familiares e mentais. Mas em cada traço do meu dia vejo sinais simples de como vencer isso, qualquer coisa que eu faça sinto uma força maior me mostrando o jeito certo de fazer, que eu tento seguir, pelo menos, e nas coisas boas que faço, posso garantir, não foi só ideia minha. Já nos erros, assumo totalmente a culpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bom, lembrando dos sorrisos aos toques, vou continuar amando todos, mas somente um me fará Amar de verdade, não sei como... quer dizer, na verdade até sei algumas coisas, mas vou guardar comigo, até que alguém faça para que eu olhe, sinta e pense: "É exatamente isso que eu queria, e só isso"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aos bons ventos, grito que cada um, em toda face da terra, e claro, aos meus próximos, que possam encontrar alguém que tome seu suco favorito com você, ou que lhe presenteie com seu fruto favorito, por exemplo. Sem esquecer dos sorrisos, olhares e T-O-Q-U-E-S...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Poderia escrever mais bobagens ainda, mas acho o suficiente por hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-2562975503494427748?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/2562975503494427748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=2562975503494427748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2562975503494427748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2562975503494427748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/09/ou-gud.html' title='óu gud'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-3463068229745431867</id><published>2011-09-01T23:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:48:47.011-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Together - Leigh Nash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;It's hard to let down my guard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;It's hard to let you win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;It's hard to show where I'm scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;It's hard to tell you where I've been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;But I know that I am lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;And in your eyes I see the light...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;...Let's run together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Just like lovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;And see how it feels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;And the days go by so fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Help me make it slow down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I love to hear the way you laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I'm better when you're around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;This could be the beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Of the rest of our lives...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;...Just like lovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-3463068229745431867?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/3463068229745431867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=3463068229745431867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3463068229745431867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3463068229745431867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/09/run-together-leigh-nash.html' title='Run Together - Leigh Nash'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-398844410551753825</id><published>2011-08-28T20:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:31:37.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brevidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bem, esta história está cheia de mensagens subliminares, começa com um jovem que a principio vivia sua vida sem saber ao certo como as coisas funcionavam, simplesmente achava que ao terminar o segundo grau estaria automaticamente ingressado em alguma faculdade, em um curso bom, e que conheceria o amor de sua vida no seu anos dourados. Ao se formar ele iria se casar, ter filhos e ser um profissional de sucesso, e ainda realizaria seus sonhos e o que mais gosta de fazer: viajar e conhecer lugares incríveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A ansiedade o tomava por terminar seu segundo grau que, incrível que pareça, não era nada ruim, pelo contrário, ótimos amigos, ótima escola, não faltava risos, alegria e aventura. Cidade maravilhosa, belezas naturais e fazia do seu tempo livre um mar de criatividade, jogar video game, produzir rpg's, conhecer pessoas novas, fazer trilhas, soltar pipa e tomar seus sucos e&amp;nbsp;guaranás&amp;nbsp;com amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seu segundo grau acabou e "automaticamente" ele entrou no curso em que sonhava desde os onze anos, conheceu mais amigos, se despedindo do colégio e ingressando em um mundo diferente. provavelmente o que ele achava ser o mais fácil, não pelo curso em si, mas pela convivência e pela mentalidade de que sendo adulto tudo seria mais fácil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Pular fase longa e tediosa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Em um terrível dia quente ele acorda e percebe que já está em seu 3 º ano e no&amp;nbsp;próximo&amp;nbsp;se formará. Ele não conheceu o amor de sua vida. A brevidade do tempo apavorou seu ser. O que fazer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Enquanto escrevo, eu discuto comigo mesmo, debato, questiono e&amp;nbsp;duvido&amp;nbsp;de tudo e de todos. Provo a mim mesmo o que de melhor posso fazer na ocasião. Mãos ao trabalho, ainda tenho um ano e 4 meses, para minha monografia, para juntar dinheiro para fazer uma viajem internacional e claro para conhecer o grande amor da minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ainda sim, angustiado, acho que falta algo, mas não tenho muito tempo pra dramatizar. O que eu escrevo por si só já me ajuda, mas não fica só aqui, infelizmente. E se for pra viajar por outras mentes, que seja por bem. E por Amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Carpe Diem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-398844410551753825?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/398844410551753825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=398844410551753825' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/398844410551753825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/398844410551753825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/08/brevidade.html' title='A Brevidade'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-2561477285410379854</id><published>2011-08-28T00:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T00:32:43.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;When will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said,&lt;br /&gt;No final kiss to seal any seams,&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea of the state we were in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness,&lt;br /&gt;And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;But don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;The reason you loved me before,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please remember me once more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;When was the last time you thought of me?&lt;br /&gt;Or have you completely erased me from your memory?&lt;br /&gt;I often think about where I went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;The more I do, the less I know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;But I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness,&lt;br /&gt;And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;But don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;The reason you loved me before,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please remember me once more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Gave you the space so you could breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I kept my distance so you would be free,&lt;br /&gt;And hope that you find the missing piece,&lt;br /&gt;To bring you back to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Why don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;The reason you loved me before,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please remember me once more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;When will I see you again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;ADELE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-2561477285410379854?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/2561477285410379854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=2561477285410379854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2561477285410379854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2561477285410379854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-you-remember.html' title='Don&apos;t you remember'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-5521599116031424442</id><published>2011-08-24T10:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:29:42.945-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incógnita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOBO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARARA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Cegos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes eu fico atordoado pela cegueira, é desconfortante. Quando eu me pego avaliando a felicidade alheia pela fechadura on line. Sabe que até gostaria de ser cego como eles, e ao mesmo tempo me sinto cego por dizer isso, não que eu enxergue alguma coisa, realmente, mas sinto que poucas pessoas tendem a agir racionalmente, na verdade nem é racional a palavra certa, não tem a palavra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Produção! Eu preciso mesmo lidar com as pessoas" por que é que eu não nasci filhote de lobo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu só tenho me revoltado porque ao me conhecer, me achar, me identificar, estou 'desconhecendo' e perdendo as pessoas. Cada vez mais eu penso no Amor, em mim, e mais nada. Tudo bem que o Amor é tudo, mas pra mim tudo é meu nada. Um caso sério me persegue. Voltando ao eixo, muitas pessoas pra mim são cegas e eu não sabia, outras... sempre foram. O que acontece quando isso, que está acontecendo comigo, acontece? Eu não sei mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A única coisa que eu sei, sobre isso tudo, é que estou me sentindo bem por ser assim, e me sentindo muito mal por estar bem assim. Talvez isso mude, mas eu não quero, não. Eu só queria arranjar um jeito de viver longe de todos, mas não de tudo. Agora sim eu diria que estou com problemas. mas é justamente por isso que escrevo, eu estou me sentindo sozinho porque acho que ninguém está cumprindo seu papel corretamente comigo, só minha mãe, e eu não vou dizer a ninguém o que eu preciso que elas façam por mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom, desabafo concluído,não me importa que adjetivo eu levo por escrever isso, seja bom ou ruim, e pelo que eu escrevi em si, dessa vez não gostaria que ninguém se identificasse com isso, por que cada um é único em cada sentimento e forma de expressar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Amor ainda é a coisa mais importante pra mim, e vou continuar tentar ser amável como as pessoas merecem, e não por reciprocidade, afinal quando tudo estiver terminado, o melhor que eu puder fazer pelas pessoas, o mais amável que eu puder ser, talvez ajude em algo pra elas, por que eu sei que pra mim funciona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obs.: "Por que é que eu não nasci filhote de &lt;a href="http://www.falsario.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/caiu-na-net-casal-araras.jpg"&gt;arara&lt;/a&gt;? Isso sim!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs.: Cegos! Não enxergam do que eu preciso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-5521599116031424442?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/5521599116031424442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=5521599116031424442' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5521599116031424442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5521599116031424442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/08/cegos.html' title='Cegos'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-4493025043780396063</id><published>2011-07-23T18:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:31:35.541-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><title type='text'>Amy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;He left no time to regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 40px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Kept his dick wet with his same old safe bet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Me and my head high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;And my tears dry, get on without my guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;You went back to what you knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;So far removed from all that we went through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;And I tread a troubled track&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 40px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;My odds are stacked, I'll go back to black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;We only said goodbye with words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-4493025043780396063?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/4493025043780396063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=4493025043780396063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4493025043780396063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4493025043780396063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/07/amy.html' title='Amy'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-5574279190540329741</id><published>2011-07-11T22:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:23:24.482-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Turning Tables</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Close enough to start a war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;All that i have is on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;God only knows what we're fighting for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;All that i say, you always say more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I can't keep up with your turning tables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Under your thumb, i can't breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: 38px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;So i won't let you close enough to hurt me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: 38px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;No, i won't ask you, you to just desert me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: 38px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I cant give you, what you think you gave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;It's time to say goodbye to turning tables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;To turning tables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Under hardest guise i see ooh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: 38px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Where love is lost, your ghost is found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: 38px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I braved a hundred storms to leave you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: 38px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;As hard as you try, no i will never be knocked down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I can't keep up with your turning tables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Under your thumb, i can't breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: 38px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;So i won't let you close enough to hurt me, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I won't ask you, you to just desert me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: 38px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I cant give you, what you think you gave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;It's time to say goodbye to turning tables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Turning tables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Next time i'll be braver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I'll be my own savior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;When the thunder calls for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Next time i'll be braver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I'll be my own savior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Standing on my own two feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: 38px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I won't let you close enough to hurt me, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I won't ask you, you to just desert me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; height: 38px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I cant give you, what you think you gave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;It's time to say goodbye to turning tables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;To turning tables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;ADELE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-5574279190540329741?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/5574279190540329741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=5574279190540329741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5574279190540329741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5574279190540329741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/07/turning-tables.html' title='Turning Tables'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-7143844617950842065</id><published>2011-07-10T16:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T16:12:35.999-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMORzão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Fácil (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fácil&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpt" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="aAO" style="color: #457e75; display: inline; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-left: 10px;" title="adjectivo de dois géneros"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;categoria&gt;adj. 2 g.&lt;/categoria&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-left: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 9px;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Que não custa a fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-left: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 9px;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Que se consegue sem grande trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-left: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 9px;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-left: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 9px;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Simples, natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-left: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 9px;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Provável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-left: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 9px;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Brando, dócil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-left: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 9px;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Acessível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-left: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 9px;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Precipitado, que reflete&lt;span class="varpt" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;pt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-left: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 9px;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Complacente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-left: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; padding-left: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Através de pensamentos incoerentes, de reflexões sem fundamento, algo me pareceu tão difícil. Difícil até de explicar. E hoje vou tentar escrever sem usar uma única interrogação, e isso também é difícil, pra mim. A primeira dificuldade da qual eu me referia é a de tentar agir de maneira certa, ou pelo menos tentar permanecer correto, levando em consideração que o certo não é objetivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; padding-left: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Como você permanece atado, quando tenta agir certo, é assim que eu me sinto. É como uma pai corrigir um filho revoltado, é inerente, inatingível. O meu propósito em agir corretamente não é perante a sociedade somente, e mesmo que seja um pouco, não é a razão dominante. Dentro de mim o objetivo em agir correto, é poder proporcionar um conforto maior na consciência, que anda atormentada, e também na consciência de quem me acompanha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; padding-left: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aquele importante fato de não se importar, por exemplo, me faz pensar que é agir correto. Quando não se importa com a atitude do próximo, seja qual for, e pelo amor de Deus, não é não se importar ignorando, virando as costas, é não se deixar prejudicar, as suas ações na terra são tão eficazes quanto a de qualquer outro ser humano. Você não pode saber em vida, ao menos, se uma frase sua pronunciada causa menos impacto do que a de qualquer pessoa mais ouvida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; padding-left: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quando você se deixar prejudicar você abre outras fendas, quem atuam como um tipo de dominó. Quando você não se deixa prejudicar você fecha a fenda. por que as fendas existem, só que podem ser fechadas ou multiplicadas. Elas existem por que cada ação, cada atitude, gesto ou manifesto é único e incomparável. Nenhuma digital é a mesma, assim como o DNA, os próprios seres humanos e suas atitudes. Nada é igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; padding-left: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Naturalmente, isso não é levado tão a sério. Nem mesmo por mim, se não eu não estaria tão atormentado por querer agir correto. Eu até escrevi bem, eu acho. Penso que trasmiti o que eu queria, e isso é importante, seja correto ou não, difícil ou fácil. E pra terminar sendo coerente ou não, mas pra falar de amor, que é mais importante que tudo. Eu não vou deixar de dizer, como eu Amo. E eu digo a muitas pessoas, e não acho desperdício, e que todos precisam ser amados. Não deixe de dizer que ama. Porém, saiba Amar uma pessoa de maneira diferente. E independente do que digam vou continuar amando de um jeito diferente uma única pessoa quando ela existir, mesmo amando várias outras. Por amar eu sei que é correto, sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; padding-left: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; padding-left: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ops, eu usei a interrogação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; padding-left: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; padding-left: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; padding-left: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-7143844617950842065?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/7143844617950842065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=7143844617950842065' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7143844617950842065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7143844617950842065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/07/facil.html' title='Fácil (?)'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-4692641968109075501</id><published>2011-05-31T11:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T11:45:49.904-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmo depois...</title><content type='html'>Eu já vivi duas décadas, porém quando volto atrás e começo&lt;br /&gt;a pensar no amor, sem ser o da família e amigos, sei que não&lt;br /&gt;vivi nem 1/4 desses 20 anos. Então eu me pergunto por que&lt;br /&gt;de tanta pressa? por que eu tenho pressa. E eu me respondo:&lt;br /&gt;"Você não tem que ter pressa, mas a sua pressa é justamente&lt;br /&gt;por pensar o quão bom é quando alguém lhe ama, justamente&lt;br /&gt;por que você já se sentiu amado e sabe, pelo menos, que será&lt;br /&gt;como&amp;nbsp;daquela vez... ou melhor ainda"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse final de semana consegui superar minha demência e tirei a camisa&lt;br /&gt;na praia, no luau se sexta-feira passada, só pra sentir frio... e além do frio&lt;br /&gt;o que consegui foi uma forte inflamação na garganta, febre, dor...&lt;br /&gt;e muito mais frio... Já estou melhor, mas em tratamento ainda.&lt;br /&gt;Disse isso, por que toda vez que fico doente lembro de como já fui cuidado&lt;br /&gt;uma vez... minha mãe me cuida bem... mas eu quero um colo exclusivo&lt;br /&gt;e um carinho especial... uma atenção&amp;nbsp;unica&amp;nbsp;e um remédio natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu consegui, antes, algo que muitos procuram, e agora eu procuro novamente,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo depois... e não vou parar de procurar, independente de qualquer coisa,&lt;br /&gt;por que eu sei que sobre o que eu escrevo, falo, sinto e desejo, não é só coisa minha,&lt;br /&gt;o Amor é algo que todos tem que conhecer, e Eu nunca vou parar de escrever sobre ele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-4692641968109075501?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/4692641968109075501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=4692641968109075501' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4692641968109075501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4692641968109075501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/05/mesmo-depois.html' title='Mesmo depois...'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-1775890849620612567</id><published>2011-04-05T15:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T15:22:06.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;You better move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;You're walking in tiny circles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;But now it is too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;There's way too much pressure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;We both lost that little faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;You better move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;You're walking in tiny circles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;But now it is too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;There's way too much pressure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;We both lost that little faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;So move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Nothing feels the same as it did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Enter this old game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;You've got to learn to love yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;And move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-1775890849620612567?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/1775890849620612567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=1775890849620612567' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1775890849620612567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1775890849620612567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/04/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-622160646253389644</id><published>2011-04-03T23:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:24:38.184-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;"Se você&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;mudar&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;o seu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;mudará a&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;ação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;definindo a&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;ação, muda&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;ambiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Se você&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;alterar&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;o meio ambiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;muda de personalidade*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Se você&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;alterar&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;personalidade&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;muda a&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;cotidiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;houver&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;justiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;haverá&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;beleza&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;há&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;beleza&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;haverá&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;harmonia&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;houver&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;harmonia&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;haverá&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;ordem na&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;nação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;houver&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;ordem na&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;nação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;haverá&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;paz no&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Depende&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;de mim&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps atn" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps atn" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps atn" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daisaku Ikeda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-622160646253389644?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/622160646253389644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=622160646253389644' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/622160646253389644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/622160646253389644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/04/se.html' title='Se...'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-2104510565031430455</id><published>2011-03-31T02:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T09:23:00.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem nunca nunca?</title><content type='html'>Que fez burrada e completou um 'ciclo'?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca magoou ou alegrou um amigo?&lt;br /&gt;Todos dizem que se sentir bem é o melhor&lt;br /&gt;Mas e quando o bem do outro é o seu pior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem amor de irmão, fraterno, louco e de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que te prendem muito tempo e os que vão.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos que são amigos sempre vão estar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Não vão querer indicar erros no seu 'amor' alienado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para maiores informações, do amor a bíblia diz demais:&lt;br /&gt;'Isto é que vos peço, que vosso amor cresça cada vez mais'&lt;br /&gt;Quando amor cresce, muito do mau e ruim diminui&lt;br /&gt;Então quando há mágoa, raiva, crítica... do amor obstrui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de achar, o que acha, que deveria achar&lt;br /&gt;Pra tanto existe o 'achados e perdidos'&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é falar, destruir, apontar e chorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas muitas vezes dos 'amores*' alguns são incompreendidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a todos aqueles a quem chamo&lt;br /&gt;que dizem que bom dia não é te amo&lt;br /&gt;Digo que além do boa noite e bom dia&lt;br /&gt;te Amo é a melhor frase... que eu sabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545454; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tu não és para mim senão um garoto inteiramente igual a cem mil outros garotos. E eu não tenho necessidade de ti. E tu não tens também necessidade de mim. Não passo a teus olhos de uma raposa igual a cem mil outras raposas. Mas, se tu me cativas, nós teremos necessidade um do outro. Serás para mim único no mundo. E eu serei para ti única no mundo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545454; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545454; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Apenas compreenda... seja único, e a quem cativou que lhes seja único, por que depois de cativar e compreender, se é feliz."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545454; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #545454;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nathan Sampaio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-2104510565031430455?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/2104510565031430455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=2104510565031430455' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2104510565031430455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2104510565031430455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/03/quem-nunca-nunca.html' title='Quem nunca nunca?'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-2107046549016026979</id><published>2011-03-20T23:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:55:57.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Eyes,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Every day here you come walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I hold my tongue, I don't do much talking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;You say you're happy and you're doin' fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Well go ahead baby, I got plenty of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Sad eyes never lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Sad eyes never lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Well for a while I've been watching you steady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Ain't gonna move 'til you're good and ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;You show up and then you shy away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;But I know pretty soon you'll be walkin' this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Sad eyes never lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Sad eyes never lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Baby don't you know I don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Don't you know that I've been there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Well if something in the air feels a little unkind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Don't worry darling, it'll slip your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I know you think you'd never be mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Well that's okay baby, I don't mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;That shy smile's sweet, that's a fact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Go ahead, I don't mind the act&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Here you come all dressed up for a date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Well one more step and it'll be too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Bruce Springsteen&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/7725080472789823806-2107046549016026979?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/2107046549016026979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=2107046549016026979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2107046549016026979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2107046549016026979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/03/sad-eyes.html' title='Sad Eyes,'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-6198227889096331606</id><published>2011-03-15T00:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T00:25:52.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fase diversa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quando a esperança aponta em qualquer oportunidade, qualquer momento, em qualquer lugar, eu me sinto melhor... mas é só quando estou só que a angústia vem... chega silenciosa e me faz sentir os sentimentos mais fortes e doídos. Eu não consigo largar disso mesmo... não largo de várias coisas... mas várias coisas também não largam de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;EU, estou a espera. Acho que se eu desanimar ele não vai gostar, eu não gostaria de vê-lo desanimado. Parece loucura. Eu só não quero esfriar. Por falar em esfriar, é isso que me faz desistir fácil, que me faz enxergar quem não vale a pena. Quando a pessoa parece esfriar, não está animada ao seu lado, ou pra falar com você. Mas o pior é quando você está com todo vapor. É como segurar um orgasmo, quando alguém te pega se masturbando. Eu acho, nunca aconteceu comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu sou meio bobo mesmo, eu gosto de cativar as pessoas, acho lindo. Mas quando o interesse é maior, eu sou bem insistente, pelo menos comigo. EU digo o que qualquer gostaria de ouvir, e chega um ponto em que eu ou me arrependo ou não sei o que fazer. Os momentos em que me sinto bem são curtos, eu apareço pra preencher qualquer vazio emocional alheio... digo o que estou pensando agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Segurar uma mão, fazer um carinho, conversas interessantes, dedicar uma letra de música especial, elogiar, desabafar, ouvir, aconselhar, passar tempo junto... vou tentando, tentando conquistar de verdade, pelas beiradas. Mas não recebo em troca a atenção que gostaria. A janela de "um novo e-mail" sobe, animado, eu abro e descubro que é mais um daqueles e-mails que não dizem nada, nem é de ninguém, uma atualização na rede social, e é umas perguntas que nem sei ler a resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu não quero atenção de graça, eu quero atenção de um amor... seja quem for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;, por que s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;e sentir apreciado, amado, se sentir importante e desejado, ser acariciado, beijado ou abraçado. É o que todos nós queremos, e o amor que tem infinitas formas o qual cada pessoa possui um jeito diferente de expressa-lo existe pra isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;De repente, silêncio. O que será que eu mereço? Eu não quero respostas, não agora. Eu mesmo vou responder, quando eu achar o que procuro. Eu sei bem o que procuro: uma única pessoa, que faça mais do que qualquer um fez por mim, eu luto pelo que acredito, e não é em alguém que acredito, é no Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;EU não vou, não vou desistir do amor, e acho que já estou pronto pra Ele. Sempre estive pronto para o Amor de Deus, dos meus amigos, de várias coisas das quais amo. Mas nunca estive tão preparado para o Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu não quero frio emocional, não desejo isso pra ninguém. Eu quero que todos sejam felizes com alguém. EU quero muito! E já sou feliz por saber que há pessoas que se deram bem. Eu vou esperar a minha vez. E agora, terminando de escrever isso, eu já estou lindo de felicidade, que legal! Eu quero que todos se animem, e estejam sempre dispostos. Tudo é tão bonito, e eu nem usei drogas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;When the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Is blowing in your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;And the whole world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Is on your case&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I could offer you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;A warm embrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;When the evening shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;And the stars appear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;And there is no one there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;To dry your tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I could hold you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;For a million years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I know you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Haven't made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Your mind up yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;But I would never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Do you wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I've known it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;From the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;That we met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;No doubt in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Where you belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I'd go hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I'd go black and blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I'd go crawling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Down the avenue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;No, there's nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;That I wouldn't do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;The storms are raging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;On the rolling sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;And on the highway of regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Though winds of change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Are throwing wild and free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;You ain't seen nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Like me yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;I could make you happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Make your dreams come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Nothing that I wouldn't do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Go to the ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Of the Earth for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;To make you feel my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;make you feel my love - Adele&lt;/span&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/7725080472789823806-6198227889096331606?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/6198227889096331606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=6198227889096331606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6198227889096331606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6198227889096331606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/03/fase-diversa.html' title='Fase diversa'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-6270320065526387339</id><published>2011-03-09T13:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T13:08:33.762-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Know Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You give your hand to me&lt;br /&gt;And then you say hello&lt;br /&gt;And i can hardly speak, my heart is beating so&lt;br /&gt;And anyone can tell, you think you know me well&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know the one&lt;br /&gt;Who dreams of you at night&lt;br /&gt;Who longs to kiss your lips, longs to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Oh i am just a friend, that's all i've ever been&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;I never knew the art of makin' love&lt;br /&gt;Though my heart aches with love for you&lt;br /&gt;Afraid and shy, i let my chance go by&lt;br /&gt;The chance that you might love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give your hand to me and then you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy&lt;br /&gt;Oh you will never know, the one who loves you so, cause you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give your hand to me, and then you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy&lt;br /&gt;Oh you will never know, the one who loves you so, cause you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh, no you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/jann-arden/you-dont-know-me-traducao.html#ixzz1G7S71Iye" style="color: #003399; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-4263769782099428229?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/4263769782099428229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=4263769782099428229' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4263769782099428229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4263769782099428229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/03/sonho-de-mae.html' title='Sonho de mãe'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-g2qYbeHCVR4/TXPcSYEIXoI/AAAAAAAAArc/_IkVx7UdmTs/s72-c/06-03-11_1509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-2355615502356036141</id><published>2011-03-02T22:29:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:55:36.797-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz do sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Embora eu não seja fã número um do sol, do calor que produz, dos danos que causa, sei que graças a ele temos cores, temos o tempo, temos a luz e a vida. Os protetores solares são muito caros, deixam a pele oleosa e me recuso a dizer que um dia ensolarado é um dia bonito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrevo hoje, sobre isso, pois quero expressar como coisas que não gostamos ou não aceitamos podem nos proporcionar coisas maravilhosas. Nenhum exemplo melhor que o sol: maior estrela da nossa galáxia. Aquela incrível bola de fogo por qual nosso planeta gira em torno sem parar, girando, girando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim, o sol me faz bem só quando o vejo se pondo dizendo até logo, e rindo de nós, dizendo "vocês nunca viverão sem minha luz e meu calor". Rindo mesmo, por que ele sabe que o calor está cada vez maior por nossa culpa. Mas não é desligando as lâmpadas em uma noite inteira em um dia do ano ou parando de comer carne as sextas que isso vai mudar, isso é ridículo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas peco ao dizer que a culpa é nossa, quero me contradizer o menos possível, a culpa não é de ninguém. Só acredito que aceleramos o processo de degradação da camada de ozônio , blá blá. Sem chegar a um ponto específico, quero dizer também que as auroras formadas pelo sol, com ajuda das nuvens, é uma das coisas mais belas de se contemplar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sabe que escrever assim, como eu escrevo, não leva a uma moral, por exemplo. Mas acho que o que define uma das frases que mais gosto, "carpe diem", é exatamente o que escrevo. Não o dia em si, mas tudo que está no contexto temporal da minha vida, e que realmente vale a pena comentar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ora, de nada seriam meus textos e da minha vida se eu não tivesse, por exemplo, um belo pôr do sol pra contemplar, &amp;nbsp;uma bebida exótica pra beber, uma boa música para escutar, um ótimo livro para ler ou mesmo uma companhia silenciosa para me confortar. Pois é! Eu imagino que muitas pessoas não tenham.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desejo a todos o...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-2355615502356036141?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/2355615502356036141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=2355615502356036141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2355615502356036141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2355615502356036141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/03/luz-do-sol.html' title='Luz do sol'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-1370637236796151048</id><published>2011-02-20T20:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T20:04:21.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I got you, got you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;A place to crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;No need to ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Just get on the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Come and pick you up if I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;What?s weird about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Is we?re right at the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Ain't mad about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Just figured it out in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I'm proud to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;"I got you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Go ahead and say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Go ahead and make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;And when you need a place to run to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;For better for worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Ain't falling apart, or bitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Let's be bigger than that and remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;The pulling out don''t mean you're all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;We'll both on survive it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;No drama, no need for a show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Just wanna say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Go ahead and say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Go ahead and make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;And when you need a place to run to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;For better for worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Go ahead and say goodbye (go ahead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I'll be alright (say goodbye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Go ahead and make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;And when you need a place to run to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;For better for worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Cuz this is love and life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;And nothing we can both control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;And if it don't feel right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;You're not losing me by letting me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Go ahead and say goodbye (say goodbye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Go ahead and make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;And when you need a place to run to (You can run, I got you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;For better for worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Go ahead and say goodbye (go ahead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I'll be alright (say goodbye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Go ahead and make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;And when you need a place to run to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;For better for worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;A place to crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;No need to ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I got you - Leona Lewis&lt;/span&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/7725080472789823806-1370637236796151048?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/1370637236796151048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=1370637236796151048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1370637236796151048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1370637236796151048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-got-you-got-you.html' title='I got you, got you...'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-5687954135523415522</id><published>2011-02-16T22:05:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T22:15:36.817-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ouvir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gostar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boas lembranças'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lugares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amar'/><title type='text'>Preciso escrever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gosto de lugares abertos, espaçosos, e de preferência onde eu possa me perder um pouco, ficar só. Ficar só, apreciando o céu ou as pessoas: ambos parecem não ter fim e possuem brilhos diferentes. Gosto de vento no rosto, frio pra poder esquentar, chuva pra poder dormir, se tempestade, melhor ainda. Aprecio a neve e sei que gosto também, mesmo sem ter sentido e visto pessoalmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Também gosto de estrada de terra, dirigir em estrada de terra, dirigir. Gosto de mar, não de areia. Gosto especialmente de dias nublados e úmidos, não secos, nem ensolarados. O que gosto de apreciar são plantas brotando sozinhas em lugares difíceis de acreditar, e de insetos redondos que aparecem em todo lugar. Gosto de ver o céu sempre que há nuvens, estrelas ou lua. Pra mim todas etapas do dia são dignas de bom gosto, mas é claro que o anoitecer é incrivelmente especial pra mim, quando tiro tempo pra contemplá-lo me parece sempre o primeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gosto de cheiros estranhos e diferentes, desde cheiro de fazenda a cheiro de cidade grande, e todas as&amp;nbsp;fragrâncias&amp;nbsp;singulares ou misturadas pelos vento. Gosto do cheiro de amanhecer, terra molhada, três perfumes em especial e de gasolina. Gosto também de barulho de carros, tiros e o som do grilo no silêncio, além de uma lista interminável de sons e músicas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto do pão definitivamente com a casca, e não abro mão de comê-la primeiro, gosto muito também de frango com molho agridoce, aquele maravilhoso caldo de carne ao curry, batata sauté, frita, assada, cozinhada e todas receitas que incluam batata, mas que excluam giló, quiabo, creme de milho ou mandioca. Comida é o que não falta pra gostar, frutas, verduras e dos pratos mais simples aos mais requintados, que pra mim, também são simples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de ficar em silêncio ao lado de uma pessoa que gosto, e prefiro nem ficar ao lado de quem não gosto, não fui eu quem inventou as palavras e não preciso exatamente delas pra mostrar como gosto de alguém. Gosto de poemas, letras, pessoas inteligentes, humildes, sábias, gentis, que não falam muito também. Gosto de falar só o necessário pelo telefone... bom, acho que já entenderam que não gosto de falar demais. Mas palavras são o que não faltam aqui, falo muito usando a internet, e raramente quando estou nervoso, não sei o que dizer e esqueço que não preciso dizer nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É muita coisa pra gostar, milhões... um gosto pra cada estrela no céu. Não coube tudo aqui, nem precisa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Porém, se me perguntar do que gosto mais, vou dizer, as ultimas coisas que aconteceram, e das que mais gostei recentemente: Uma "reconciliação", um jogo de leréia, uma ypióca de guaraná, um jogo de uno, uma oportunidade de emprego, uma viagem com trilha sonora, goiaba e assistir um filme de mãos dadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-5687954135523415522?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/5687954135523415522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=5687954135523415522' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5687954135523415522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5687954135523415522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/02/preciso-escrever.html' title='Preciso escrever...'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-3354992063322868663</id><published>2011-02-01T01:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:21:02.041-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shakira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sale el sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempestade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sai o sol'/><title type='text'>Sale el Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Estas semanas sin verte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Me parecieron años&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Tanto te quise besar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Que me duelen los labios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Mira que el miedo nos hizo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Cometer estupideces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Nos dejó sordos y cegos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Tantas veces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Y un día después de la tormenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Cuándo menos piensas sale el sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;De tanto sumar pierdes la cuenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Porque uno y uno no siempre son dos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Cuándo menos piensas sale el sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Te lloré hasta el extremo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;De lo que era posible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Cuándo creía que era invencible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;No hay mal que dure cen años&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Ni cuerpo que lo aguante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Y lo mejor siempre espera adelante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Y un día después de la tormenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Cuándo menos piensas sale el sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;De tanto sumar pierdes la cuenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Porque uno y uno no siempre son dos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Cuándo menos piensas sale el sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Cuándo menos piensas sale el sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Sale el sol - Shakira&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/7725080472789823806-3354992063322868663?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/3354992063322868663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=3354992063322868663' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3354992063322868663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3354992063322868663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/02/sale-el-sol.html' title='Sale el Sol'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-7288964200518350855</id><published>2011-01-29T00:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:36:28.185-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Então...Mr.</title><content type='html'>O que acontece...&lt;br /&gt;é o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;Quando não há mais esperanças...&lt;br /&gt;de se encontrar um bom motivo...&lt;br /&gt;pra se levantar da cama...&lt;br /&gt;apenas pra trabalhar...&lt;br /&gt;ganhar/perder dinheiro...&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo parece perecer diante de você...&lt;br /&gt;quando você pensa que vc só poderia amar uma única vez na vida.&lt;br /&gt;quando você acha que tudo está quase ficando...&lt;br /&gt;meio sem sentido...&lt;br /&gt;então...&lt;br /&gt;de repente....&lt;br /&gt;você conhece um carinha lindo, querido, cheiroso (sei que você é)....&lt;br /&gt;e se apaixona novamente.&lt;br /&gt;e ainda assim você não está completo..&lt;br /&gt;pois é tudo uma droga virtual..&lt;br /&gt;e você depende de um monte de "sims", "nãos", "talvez"....&lt;br /&gt;permissões...&lt;br /&gt;empecilhos...&lt;br /&gt;porque amar alguém é sempre tão complicado.&lt;br /&gt;sendo que odiar é tão fácil.&lt;br /&gt;eu não odeio..&lt;br /&gt;e quando odeio é por minutos...&lt;br /&gt;mas quando amo....&lt;br /&gt;aí... meu caro...&lt;br /&gt;fodeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu, Nathan, não tenho respostas, mas quem sabe a resposta está em não saber responder?&lt;br /&gt;Só o olhar dirá, mas que olhar, quando olhar?&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obs.: Eu Saí todo dia da semana inteira, mas sexta é meu dia... de assistir meus filmes até o fim da noite, mesmo que terça seja meu dia favorito da semana, e já percebi que não é ao acaso, mas terça já passou, e agora vou ver meus filmes... Sozinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-7288964200518350855?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/7288964200518350855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=7288964200518350855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7288964200518350855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7288964200518350855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/01/entaomr.html' title='Então...Mr.'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-5742894485041222292</id><published>2011-01-25T17:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T17:40:18.401-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A trilha perfeita</title><content type='html'>Começou com...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vou pedir pra você ficar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vou pedir pra você voltar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu te amo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu te quero...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não quero dinheiro, eu só quero amar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ápice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu quero tanto abrir seus olhos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que eu preciso que você olhe dentro de mim,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me diga que Você abrirá seus olhos...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu faria tudo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pra não te perder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assim!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas o dia vem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E deixo você ir...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim foi!&lt;br /&gt;Se bem eu sei, a solidão só é insuportável&lt;br /&gt;quando você se abandona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E quem acredita sempre alcança...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-5742894485041222292?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/5742894485041222292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=5742894485041222292' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5742894485041222292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5742894485041222292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/01/trilha-perfeita.html' title='A trilha perfeita'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-1320165351533918500</id><published>2011-01-11T16:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T16:16:34.448-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='descobri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alegria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='descoberta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fragilidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprendi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carpe diem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shakespeare'/><title type='text'>Descobrem [?]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certamente pessoas descobrem e aprendem milhares de coisas por aí, com o passar do tempo, nas fases da vida. Muitas usam, em suas redes sociais, os textos de shakespeare ou de pessoas que se passam por shakespeare de modo que, aparentemente, lidam com os mesmos problemas e aflições, partilham dos mesmos desejos e sonhos, gostam das mesmas coisa simples e românticas. Sem se quer notar a real fragilidade do seu ser e as suas infinitas individualidades ideológicas e psicológicas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse primeiro parágrafo serve de introdução para eu escrever algumas coisas que realmente preciso aprender e venho descobrindo recentemente. Não há como escrever tudo, nem há palavras existentes no dicionário pra designar certas emoções e acontecimentos, como escrevo quase sempre, só não quero ter de citar clichês, e diga-se de passagem, Shakespeare virou clichê, mas não, claro, pra quem realmente lê suas obras e o estuda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não gosto e nem sei ser enigmático, as coisas que acontecem são simples, simples de escrever, de contar, só não são simples de sentir. Quero frisar que descobri o problema com minha "zona de conforto", ela não inclui um relacionamento sério, ou seja, não consigo me confortar ao me imaginar com alguém que pensa em casar ou ter algo sério. Por isso aprendi que, definitivamente, tenho de incluir a "zona de relacionamentos sérios" na "zona de conforto". Isso é uma questão de escolha mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outra coisa da qual sempre penso bem antes de fazer é pronunciar algo com certeza absoluta. Sempre que me pego dizendo: "Isso vai acontecer tal dia", "Isso já está garantido", "Aquilo vai se resolver em x dias", "Eu consigo fazer isso rápido", "eu estarei lá em ponto"... e muitas outras frases como essas, eu sempre "pago a língua". Atraso, me ferro, me envergonho, perco oportunidades. Tenho certeza... ops! Ou melhor... Imagino que o destino fica pregando peças em mim, só porque quero ter certeza de tudo, resolver tudo e saber de quase tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim, é isso... Escrever foi até fácil hoje. Difícil mesmo é alguém parar e ler. Mas o mais importante já fiz, pelo menos por mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-1320165351533918500?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/1320165351533918500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=1320165351533918500' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1320165351533918500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1320165351533918500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/01/descobrem.html' title='Descobrem [?]'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-1042109337247486964</id><published>2011-01-09T23:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:05:23.523-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parachute</title><content type='html'>There we stand,&lt;br /&gt;About to fly.&lt;br /&gt;Peeking down over land,&lt;br /&gt;Parachute behind.&lt;br /&gt;What was that moment for,&lt;br /&gt;Which we lived.&lt;br /&gt;Without a parachute,&lt;br /&gt;About to die.&lt;br /&gt;Find myself convincing,&lt;br /&gt;Blindly falling faster.&lt;br /&gt;How easy,&lt;br /&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;Know the place I'm leaving,&lt;br /&gt;And the rest is just gone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the adoration.&lt;br /&gt;But how much strength does it take.&lt;br /&gt;For exploration,&lt;br /&gt;For split decision,&lt;br /&gt;Or are you stronger to remain.&lt;br /&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;Find myself convincing,&lt;br /&gt;Blindly falling faster.&lt;br /&gt;How easy,&lt;br /&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;Know the place I'm leaving,&lt;br /&gt;And the rest is just gone.&lt;br /&gt;It crept up on me,&lt;br /&gt;Ignored all my pleas.&lt;br /&gt;Begging to leave,&lt;br /&gt;No justice to maim me.&lt;br /&gt;Fell out of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Cease it to be.&lt;br /&gt;Without a reply,&lt;br /&gt;Gravity fails me.&lt;br /&gt;And when I awoke,&lt;br /&gt;I knew what was real.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to convince you,&lt;br /&gt;Lies they all torture me.&lt;br /&gt;Opened the door,&lt;br /&gt;Knew what was me.&lt;br /&gt;I finally realized,&lt;br /&gt;Parachute over me.&lt;br /&gt;Parachute over me.&lt;br /&gt;Parachute over me.&lt;br /&gt;It crept up on me,&lt;br /&gt;Ignored all my pleas.&lt;br /&gt;Begging to leave,&lt;br /&gt;No justice to maim me.&lt;br /&gt;Fell out of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Cease it to be (woah).&lt;br /&gt;Without a reply,&lt;br /&gt;Gravity fails me.&lt;br /&gt;And when I awoke,&lt;br /&gt;Knew what (woah) was real.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to convince you,&lt;br /&gt;Lies they all torture me.&lt;br /&gt;Opened the door,&lt;br /&gt;Knew what was me.&lt;br /&gt;I finally realized,&lt;br /&gt;Gravity fails (not out of mind) me.&lt;br /&gt;And (not out of mind) when I awoke,&lt;br /&gt;I knew what was real.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to convince (not out) you,&lt;br /&gt;Lies they all torture me.&lt;br /&gt;Opened the door,&lt;br /&gt;Knew what was me.&lt;br /&gt;I finally realized, (parachute over me)&lt;br /&gt;Gravity fails me.&lt;br /&gt;And when I awoke,&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke,&lt;br /&gt;I knew what was real.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to convince you (parachute over me),&lt;br /&gt;Lies they all torture me.&lt;br /&gt;Opened the door,&lt;br /&gt;Knew what was me.&lt;br /&gt;I finally realized (woah),&lt;br /&gt;Gravity fails me.&lt;br /&gt;And when I awoke,&lt;br /&gt;I knew what was real.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to convince you,&lt;br /&gt;(Woah) Lies they all torture me.&lt;br /&gt;Opened the door,&lt;br /&gt;Knew what was me.&lt;br /&gt;I finally realized . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Parachute - Guster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-1042109337247486964?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/1042109337247486964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=1042109337247486964' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1042109337247486964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1042109337247486964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/01/parachute.html' title='Parachute'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-8012223005121012231</id><published>2011-01-01T17:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:04:25.459-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinal,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eu sempre achei que o amor, que o grande amor, fosse incondicional. Que quando duas pessoas se encontram, quando este Encontro acontece, pode trair, brochar, azar, todas as porradas… Sendo o grande amor, ele voltará triunfal, sempre. Mas não, nenhum amor é incondicional. Então, acreditar na incondicionalidade é decididamente precipitar o fim do amor. Porque você acha que esse amor aguenta tudo, então de um jeito ou de outro você acaba fazendo esse amor passar por tudo… E um amor não aguenta tudo. Nada nessa vida é assim. Daí você fala que esse amor não tem fim, para que o fim então comece. Um grande amor não é possível – e talvez por isso é que seja grande. Assim, nele obrigatoriamente cabe, tem de caber também o impossível. Mas quem acredita? Quem acredita no impossível? Se não apaixonadamente? Como a um Deus, incondicionalmente?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Estamos todos presos do lado de fora de um abraço. Sob pena perpétua de liberdade condicional"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Trechos da minissérie "Afinal, o que querem as mulheres?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-8012223005121012231?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/8012223005121012231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=8012223005121012231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/8012223005121012231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/8012223005121012231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2011/01/afinal.html' title='Afinal,'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-1417375451563818757</id><published>2010-12-30T17:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:49:20.246-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trapnest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mangá'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Nana's</title><content type='html'>"I always thought that life was about standing your ground, no matter how strong the current was. But going with the flow isn't so bad after all. As long as it takes you forward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, sometimes on street corners... when I meet someone, I see your shadow. I'm sure that even now, you're still wearing that man's cologne... so you can sleep, even alone... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tell me, Nana. Forgetting about our mistakes and our wounds isn't enough to make them disappear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even now, I keep calling your name... Despite my pain. I'll keep on doing that until you answer me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You know Nana, I searched and searched, but could never find the key that unlocked the way. And now that I've stopped looking, I've finally found it. Maybe the door will open for me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me, Nana,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If for example we had been a love couple,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would a hug have been enough to wash away my sadness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or then; does every singlebeing carry this loneliness, like a burden?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wans't intending to monopolizing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted you to need me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"there must be tons of people as dumb as me around him. I’m only amongst many. But since I’m so happy…I may as well enjoy tonight as a chance to live my dream. Right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I’m not going to dwell in the past anymore, I will only think of the love I have right now. From this moment on, I will carry on with this one person, face to face. Standing before them, the one who watches me with eyes that seem to see through everything, it’s like I’ve been completely naked all along. So, now, there is no need for me to be pretentious."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Often times,people say that only the closest of friends fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, really , fighting is just a conflict between two individuals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, humans cannot understand each others solely by telling the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's impossible to stay away from being hurt for a lift time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, try your best not to hurt those around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really think that's how it should be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/_rc3S3J0Yk8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_rc3S3J0Yk8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_rc3S3J0Yk8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-1417375451563818757?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/1417375451563818757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=1417375451563818757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1417375451563818757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1417375451563818757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/12/nanas.html' title='Nana&apos;s'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-5405142857705195448</id><published>2010-12-27T16:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:30:24.568-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Me sinto como uma carta de amor rasgada e queimada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Carta que antes converteu emoção em lágrimas de alegria, tocou o coração de um amante com simples palavras, com parafraseamentos de grandes declarações. Carta guardada a sete chaves como se fosse um pedaço do Amor existente entre duas pessoas. Carta que é destruída porque os sentimentos se esgotaram, e porque aquele "pedaço de amor" não mais existe, que é ridicularizado e rebaixado a uma simples fórmula de celulose. Carta que é invejada por ainda ter em seu corpo palavras que nunca voltarão, palavras que não mais serão escritas pelo mesmo&amp;nbsp;remetente&amp;nbsp;e nem lidas pelo mesmo destinatário. Aquelas cartas perfumadas e cheias de sinceridade, eternidade e ternura. Queimadas! Já que serve mais pro nada. Cartas cheias de amor, que são o porto seguro de um amado e depois o naufrágio do mesmo. Carta que comprova a certeza de um sentimento e depois a certeza da incerteza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Será que faz sentido? Será que precisa fazer sentido?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma metáfora, uma hiperbóle, meu cerébro, minha interpretação. As vezes choramos com desfechos e morais das histórias mais belas em filmes e livros. Mas será que todos nós seremos agraciados com um momento como esse? Romance, porque será que eu e mais bilhões de pessoas se importam tanto em encontrar o amor da vida, o amor perfeito, mas levam uma vida descaradamente antônima a isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou para de escrever, não preciso disso...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na verdade eu não consigo achar as palavras exatas, nem sempre. É por que não existem palavras pra o que quero expressar. Sem considerar que grande parte do que eu escrevo são dúvidas, perguntas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinto mais coisas boas ouvindo música que escrevendo, mas eu preciso escrever, porque me sinto mais eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-5405142857705195448?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/5405142857705195448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=5405142857705195448' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5405142857705195448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5405142857705195448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/12/me-sinto-como-uma-carta-de-amor-rasgada.html' title='Me sinto como uma carta de amor rasgada e queimada...'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-6212513275123715473</id><published>2010-12-14T02:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T02:19:00.569-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irrepressibles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shirt'/><title type='text'>In This Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I am lost, in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Overcast, by your shadow, as our worlds move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;But in this shirt, I can be you, to be near you for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;In this shirt, I can be you, to be near you for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;There's a crane, knocking down all those things, that we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I awake, in the night, to hear the engines purr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;There's a pain, it does ripple through my frame, makes me lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;There's a thorn, in my side, it's the shame, it's the pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Of you and me, ever changing, moving on now, moving fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;And his touch, must be wanted, must become, through your ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;But I need Jake to tell you, that I love you, it never rests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;And I've bled every day now, for a year, for a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I did send you a note on the wind for to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Our names there together must have fallen like a seed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;To the depths of the soil buried deep in the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;On the wind, I could hear you, call my name, held the sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I am lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I am lost, in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I am lost, in our rainbow, now our rainbow has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I am lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/the-irrepressibles/" id="identificador_artista" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;The Irrepressibles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- In This Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&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/7725080472789823806-6212513275123715473?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/6212513275123715473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=6212513275123715473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6212513275123715473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6212513275123715473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-this-shirt.html' title='In This Shirt'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-5564575551258080829</id><published>2010-12-09T21:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T00:32:36.242-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Augusto Cury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vendedo de Sonhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conselhos'/><title type='text'>Então, como um pai corrigindo um filho, ele me disse:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Tenho aprendido a ser honrado e a ser vaiado, a ser amado e odiado, a ser compreendido e injustiçado. O que levarei quando se estancar o fôlego da vida? Nenhuma calúnia poderá arrancar um pedaço do meu ser, a não ser que eu permita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E, inspirado, disse-me um pensamento que fiquei remoendo por dias a fio: - As ideias são sementes, e o maior favor que se pode fazer a uma semente é enterrá-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E tomando fôlego, completou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Um homem sem amigo é uma terra sem umidade, uma manhã sem orvalho, um céu sem nuvens.. Os amigos não são os que nos bajulam, mas os que desmistificam nosso heroísmo e revelam nossa fragilidade. Um intelectual sem amigos é um livro sem conteúdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não entendíamos a formação de pensamentos nem de pensadores. Eu estava doente, formando pessoas doentes para uma sociedade doente. Fingia que educava, e eles fingiam que aprendiam. E os diplomas sacramentavam nossa peça teatral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Trechos de "O vendedor de Sonhos e a revolução dos anônimos" - p. 126 e 127 - Augusto Cury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Se o homem fala é porque o símbolo faz o homem e , portanto, a linguagem o constitui. Por isso é &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; que a linguagem e suas múltiplas teorizações constituem a base de um questionamento profundo da heterogeneidade dos componentes pseudocientíficos das ciências humanas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Trecho do livro "Infância e Linguagem" - p. 57 - Solange Jobim e Souza&amp;nbsp;&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/7725080472789823806-5564575551258080829?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/5564575551258080829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=5564575551258080829' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5564575551258080829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5564575551258080829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/12/entao-como-um-pai-corrigindo-um-filho.html' title='Então, como um pai corrigindo um filho, ele me disse:'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-1285963793823145573</id><published>2010-12-08T23:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T23:45:19.956-02:00</updated><title type='text'>We R Who We R</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Hot and dangerous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;If you're one of us, then roll with us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Cause we make the hipsters fall in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;And we've got hot-pants on enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;And yes of course we does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;We're running this town just like a club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;And no, you don't wanna mess with us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Got Jesus on my necklace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I've got that glitter on my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Stockings ripped all up the side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Looking sick and sexy-fied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;So let's go-o-o (Let's go!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Tonight we're going hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Just like the world is ours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;We're tearin' it apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You know we're superstars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;We are who we are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;We're dancing like we're dumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Our bodies go numb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;We'll be forever young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You know we're superstars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;We are who we are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;DJ turn it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;It's about damn time to live it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I'm so sick of being so serious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;It's making my brain delirious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I'm just talkin' truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I'm telling you ?bout the shit we do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;We're sellin' our clothes, sleepin' in cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Dressin' it down, hittin' on dudes (HARD!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Ke$ha - We R who we R&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-1285963793823145573?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/1285963793823145573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=1285963793823145573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1285963793823145573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1285963793823145573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-r-who-we-r.html' title='We R Who We R'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-24314100437072526</id><published>2010-12-05T15:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T15:05:29.438-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desculpa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consequências'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culpa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perdão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatos'/><title type='text'>Culpa, Desculpa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não poderia considerar culpado ninguém, em nenhuma situação, além de que culpar&amp;nbsp;pressupõe&amp;nbsp;um julgamento, o que está fora de cogitação pra um ser humano espiritualmente entendido. A não ser que seja um Juiz, mas isso já é científico, não espiritual. Como alguém é capaz de culpar outra pessoa por algo, sem que não se considere culpado também? Uma pessoa pode ser culpada por culpar, se for o caso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Há inúmeros exemplos de culpas sem sentido, de sentimentos de raiva em torno de algo ou alguém que outrora foi julgado por semelhantes. Sem sentido, por que alguns fatos são consequências, acima de tudo. Se você permite que o segredo de alguém seja revelado, você é culpado por revelar. Se você permite que o segredo se mantenha, você é culpado de guardar o segredo. A culpa e, principalmente, a culpa ruim pra mim não te fundamento. As pessoas são culpadas sim pelas coisas boas, as coisas ruins que acontecem não podem levar alguém ou uma situação como vítima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Um paradoxo: Todo mal vem para algum bem, e claro que quando o bem vem já é bem vindo. Quando culpamos alguém por algo ruim, ela será culpada pela coisa boa que vem após, assim, ela não pode ser considerada culpada de algo ruim, já que esse fato trouxe algo bom. A culpa não faz sentido, quando acreditamos em algo maior e mais bondoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TPvEKuzMDiI/AAAAAAAAArI/62_sgeNm6YM/s1600/blog+perd%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TPvEKuzMDiI/AAAAAAAAArI/62_sgeNm6YM/s320/blog+perd%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ao se tratar de uma desculpa, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;legação atenuante ou justificativa de culpa, ofensa, descuido, algumas pessoas ignoram, já que se não há culpados não há desculpas. Um perdão sim, deve ser concebido, se a pessoa a perdoar se sentir mal com algum ato de outrem, pois o perdoar é uma maneira de se sentir melhor, isentar-se, suportar, poupar etc. Mas as desculpas em si, não revelam qualquer tipo de fundamento, dito antes de que não há culpa, e sim consequências.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7725080472789823806-24314100437072526?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/24314100437072526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=24314100437072526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/24314100437072526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/24314100437072526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/12/culpa-desculpa.html' title='Culpa, Desculpa.'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TPvEKuzMDiI/AAAAAAAAArI/62_sgeNm6YM/s72-c/blog+perd%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-1374016194276810656</id><published>2010-11-29T23:53:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:00:57.689-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vô'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LUTO'/><title type='text'>Deus, cuida do meu Vô Carlão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como são as coisas... Enquanto eu escrevia o último texto que postei, sobre o tempo, sobre o agora, sobre o que eu queria e quero, meu avô, José Carlos da Silva, se despedia da vida. Pelo que todos constataram, ele se foi logo no meio da noite. Meu Vô sofria de diabetes e um problema cardíaco, o segundo que o levou a falecer. Ele morreu dormindo, estava bem no dia anterior, eu não cheguei a falar com ele, mas todos disseram que estava confiante, estava tranquilo, e foi bom assim. Quando a pessoa se vai com alguma mágoa ou rancor creio que não faz bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu e meu AVÔ não éramos grudados, não nos víamos sempre, mas ele adquiriu uma grande simpatia, uma enorme paciência, uma agradável humildade ao longo dos anos que passamos juntos. A&amp;nbsp;história&amp;nbsp;dele não cabe aqui, e certamente não citarei trechos dela. Mas comigo ele sempre foi um máximo, só lembro coisas boas, só momentos bons com ele. Ele me ensinou algumas coisas, coisas pequenas como piscar um olho só ou coisas mais difíceis como trabalhar em uma fábrica de empacotar arroz, mas todas esses ensinamentos são grandes como o coração dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A única coisa que dói, além da saudade imensa das nossas conversas rápidas e nossas risadas, foi a circunstância em que meu Vô desencarnou, infelizmente em um momento também de muita dor, e ele estava sofrendo muito, mesmo que&amp;nbsp;tentássemos&amp;nbsp;acalma-lo ele chorava, porém como eu disse antes, ele estava bem no dia anterior, e isso deve ter acalmado seu espírito e seu corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha mãe comentou sobre o corpo ou espírito que não consegue desencarnar, quando está tenso, com preocupações ou desespero, mesmo que precise. Nós somos ignorantes, não sabemos sobre isso o suficiente, mas eu não duvido nem um pouco de que um espírito consiga ir para a luz, para um lugar melhor sem se acalmar aqui na terra, sem estar bem com algo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes, ou talvez sempre, só um corpo físico preparado para a morte não é o suficiente. Talvez a alma precise estar um pouco em PAZ, para que ela tenha uma pequena conexão com o Amor maior, de DEUS, que é ele mesmo, e para que seja fácil para o espírito entender tudo que está acontecendo, tudo que precisa saber pra viver a vida eterna com Ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TPRY8Xx6Y5I/AAAAAAAAAq0/Thqd4CTeLWg/s1600/OgAAACzVj_iMxoA8tD-SiU9n4z3HaTuzvSMX6EDTrx-pOlbhrkDZQABfLIqTZJ5qqQdPYwMt6LmoZq5-gusmf9de3WAAm1T1ULhILwLmK1afB2kMqojqDW6XyHZt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TPRY8Xx6Y5I/AAAAAAAAAq0/Thqd4CTeLWg/s400/OgAAACzVj_iMxoA8tD-SiU9n4z3HaTuzvSMX6EDTrx-pOlbhrkDZQABfLIqTZJ5qqQdPYwMt6LmoZq5-gusmf9de3WAAm1T1ULhILwLmK1afB2kMqojqDW6XyHZt.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Te amo Vô&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-1374016194276810656?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/1374016194276810656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=1374016194276810656' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1374016194276810656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1374016194276810656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/11/som-que-acalma-que-transborda-o-coracao.html' title='Deus, cuida do meu Vô Carlão'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TPRY8Xx6Y5I/AAAAAAAAAq0/Thqd4CTeLWg/s72-c/OgAAACzVj_iMxoA8tD-SiU9n4z3HaTuzvSMX6EDTrx-pOlbhrkDZQABfLIqTZJ5qqQdPYwMt6LmoZq5-gusmf9de3WAAm1T1ULhILwLmK1afB2kMqojqDW6XyHZt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-1052494399594922579</id><published>2010-11-28T01:36:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T01:37:00.452-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='família'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Maldito tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Queria eu aproveitar cada segundo do tempo que me resta, cada minuto dessa aventura que é a vida, mas o tempo insiste em querer que tudo passe rápido, que tudo seja efêmero a ponto de eu querer me ver logo daqui a cinco ou nove anos. Eu não queria detestar o agora, mas não me deixam escolha. Eu quero dizer que ainda vou buscar uma luz no fim desse túnel temporal. Algo vai me fazer amar o agora. Já amei o agora algumas vezes, mas essas vezes já viraram passado. "E agora?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não é pessimismo, mas me vejo cada vez mais preso num emaranhado de desastres, afundando cada vez mais na areia movediça. Eu não quero ter de esperar noventa e cinco por cento do meu corpo afundar para receber uma ajuda heróica. Nem me agarrar à fracas raízes que me sustentaram por pouco tempo. Eu quero uma solução nova, sem precedentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que saber? Eu quero sentir novamente o que é uma pessoa me perguntar qual o meu refrigerante favorito, que me dissesse o quanto sou feio, mas que não me trocaria por nada, que me fizesse propostas suficientes pra eu fugir da realidade por um instante, e esquecer da vida real. Queria sonhar junto e saber que dentre bilhões de seres humanos fui escolhido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isso não tem haver com um romance, eu quero sim um amor. Mas é por&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;não me vêm nada mais confortante à cabeça do que uma pessoa que te ajuda a enfrentar seus problemas só lhe dando beijos e estando ao seu lado física e espiritualmente. Eu gosto de fazer o papel de alguém sempre presente, de que poderia fazer tudo pra ver alguém feliz. Mas eu tô um pouquinho cansado, tudo bem que não tenho 60 anos. Porém ultimamente eu quero fazer o papel de vítima e coitadinho, ser acariciado e dormir sobre o colo de alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A presença dos amigos é importantíssima, mas grande parte das vezes eles estão incluídos nos nossos problemas, afinal, quando eles passam por apuros, eu também passo e sofro. Eles não são&amp;nbsp;incumbidos&amp;nbsp;de neutralizar nossas dores e problemas; os amigos dividem seus problemas, amenizam. Eles também precisam de um amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A família... grande geradora de problemas. Família que te sustenta, te educa e leva para um bom caminho, pelo menos na teoria. Você briga, você chora, eu pelo menos, me acabo nesse lar, em todos sentidos possíveis ligados a "fraternidade". Como doem algumas coisas que acontecem em uma casa de família, outras fazem bem, outras nem tanto, são coisas inexplicáveis, onde você só vê sentido quando se torna chefe de uma família. Às vezes nem precisa tanto. Ah! família, um amor totalmente exagerado, e por ser exagerado, gera tantas desavenças, tantos debates e tantos desafios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vixi, e o tempo? Ele está passando, e terminando de escrever isso eu voltei a sentir esperança de amar o agora... acho que é por isso que eu escrevo. Foram pouco mais de 20 minutos, escrevendo este texto bobo e escutando o tema do filme "Titanic", mas foram o suficiente pra eu tentar amar o agora, agora, e tentar amar ele amanhã, afinal eu continuo tendo a mim enquanto viver, o "Eu" insuportável e amável humano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CARPE DIEM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Amável tempo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-1052494399594922579?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/1052494399594922579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=1052494399594922579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1052494399594922579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1052494399594922579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/11/maldito-tempo.html' title='Maldito tempo'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-4002598673639146017</id><published>2010-11-18T02:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T02:29:39.532-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing God - Paramore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I can't make my own decisions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Or make any with precision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Well, maybe you should tie me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;So I don't go where you don't want me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You say that I've been changing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;That I'm not just simply aging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Yeah, how could that be logical?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="height: 32px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You don't have to believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;But the way I, way I see it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Next time you point a finger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I might have to bend it back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Or break it, break it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Next time you point a finger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I'll point you to the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;If God's the game that you're playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Well, we must get more acquainted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Because it has to be so lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;To be the only one who's holy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;It's just my humble opinion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;But it's one that I believe in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You don't deserve a point of view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;If the only thing you see is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You don't have to believe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;But the way I, way I see it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Next time you point a finger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I might have to bend it back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Or break it, break it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Next time you point a finger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I'll point you to the mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;This is the last second chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;(I'll point you to the mirror)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I'm half as good as it gets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;(I'll point you to the mirror)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I'm on both sides of the fence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;(I'll point you to the mirror)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Without a hint of regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I'll hold you to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-4002598673639146017?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/4002598673639146017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=4002598673639146017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4002598673639146017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4002598673639146017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/11/playing-god-paramore.html' title='Playing God - Paramore'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-7956068161118775766</id><published>2010-11-10T11:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:39:42.172-02:00</updated><title type='text'>1ª Semana de comunicação - UFMT - Barra do Garças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TNqf3Q6SBDI/AAAAAAAAAqM/P6AKKmIlECE/s1600/divulga.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TNqf3Q6SBDI/AAAAAAAAAqM/P6AKKmIlECE/s400/divulga.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;A primeira Semana da Comunicação, organizada pelo Centro Acadêmico de Jornalismo do Araguaia (CAJA) e professores da UFMT ( Universidade Federal do Mato Grosso) – Campus Universitário do Araguaia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;com apoio das Faculdades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Cathedral e Anhanguera/Uniderp, inicia na terça-feira, 16 de novembro. Neste dia, a partir das 19h30, acontece a abertura oficial e logo após a mesa redonda “Redes Sociais e Imprensa”, no Espaço Multiuso do Campus II, da UFMT, em Barra do Garças. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Durante os quatro dias de eventos acontecerão palestras, oficinas e atividades culturais. A participação no evento não terá custos e os inscritos receberão certificados. Toda a comunidade é convidada a participar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;As inscrições são grátis e limitadas, podendo ser realizadas através do blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;focaia.blogspot.com. Mais informações podem ser obtidas no blog ou através do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; e-mail: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:focaia.ufmt@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;focaia.ufmt@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Confira abaixo a programação oficial do evento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16 DE NOVEMBRO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;17:30:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Credenciamento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;19:30:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Cerimônia de abertura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;21:00:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Mesa redonda: “Redes Sociais e Imprensa”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Debatedores: Prof. Esp. Marcelo Nunes Oliveira (CATHEDRAL)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Prof. Esp. Paulo de Sá Filho (ANHANGUERA/UNIDERP)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Profª. Me. Patrícia Kolling (UFMT)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Mediador: Prof. Me Deyvisson Costa(UFMT)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17 DE NOVEMBRO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;17:30: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Oficinas 1 e 2 (sala 1 e 2)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;19:30: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Palestra “Imprensa em Mato Grosso: história e perspectiva”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Jornalista Onofre Ribeiro (Secretário de Comunicação – MT)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;21:30:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Atividade Cultural: Cine Pipoca e debate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18 DE NOVEMBRO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;17:30: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Oficinas 3 e 4 (Salas 1 e 2)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;19:30:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Palestra “Olhos de voyer e dedos de flaneur”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Prof. Dr. Benedito Dielcio Moreira (UFMT/Cuiabá)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;21:30: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Atividade Cultural: apresentação de dança de Hip Hop&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19 DE NOVEMBRO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;17:30: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Oficinas 4 e 5 (Salas 1 e 2)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;19:30: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Palestra “A produção de verdade no espetáculo midiático”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 35.4pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Prof. Me. Wilton Divino da Silva Júnior (UFG)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;21:30: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Atividade Cultural: Apresentações regionais de música e poesia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;22:00: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Cerimônia de Encerramento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OFICINAS – SEMANA DA COMUNICAÇÃO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Oficina 1: A LINGUAGEM PUBLICITÁRIA COMO FERRAMENTA DE PERSUASÃO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Dia: Quarta (17/11)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vagas limitadas: 30 participantes (máximo)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ministrante: Prof. Esp. Marcelo Nunes Oliveira (CATHEDRAL)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Graduado em Comunicação Social - habilitação em Publicidade e Propaganda - UFMT Cuiabá&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Especialista em Docência no Ensino Superior e Marketing e Turismo pelas Faculdades Cathedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Oficina 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Comunicação administrativa escrita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Dia: Quarta (17/11)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vagas limitadas: 30 participantes (máximo)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ministrante: Prof. Ms. Alfredo Lopes Costa (UFMT)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Oficina 3: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;A transgressão gramatical na linguagem da propaganda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Dia: Quinta (18/11)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vagas limitadas: 30 participantes (máximo)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ministrante: Profª Ms. Eloísa de Oliveira Lima (UFMT)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Resumo: Quando se elabora um texto, busca-se obter determinado efeito sobre seu receptor. No caso do gênero propaganda, o objetivo é sempre persuadir. O autor, portanto, alicerçado em seus conhecimentos de linguagem, subverte a norma, na dose certa, como estratégia comunicativa, criando efeitos de sentido que vão além das regras gramaticais impostas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Palavras-chave: gramática, propaganda, linguagem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Oficina 4: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;O perfil do profissional do século XXI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Dias: Quinta e sexta (18/11 e 19/11)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ministrante: Prof. Esp. Paulo de Sá Filho (AHANGUERA/UNIDERP)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Resumo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ao contemplar o que nos cerca, observa-se que as mudanças são intensas e constantes, diante disso, torna-se peculiar, definir o perfil do profissional do século XXI, estabelecendo assim as habilidades exigidas. Nesse processo podemos estabelecer três habilidades que são fundamentais, são elas: resolver problemas, trabalhar em equipe e saber falar em público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Oficina 5: TERMINOLOGIA COMUNICACIONAL: uma análise de termos das especialidades de Jornalismo e Publicidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Dia: Sexta (19/11)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Vagas limitadas: 15 participantes (máximo)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ministrante: Prof. Ms. Marcelo Marques Araújo (UFMT)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Resumo: Análise terminológica de algumas definições contidas no “Dicionário de Comunicação” (BARBOSA e RABAÇA, 2008) a fim de contrapor termos do dicionário com o uso desses termos em textos da especialidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; comunicação.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.3pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-7956068161118775766?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/7956068161118775766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=7956068161118775766' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7956068161118775766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7956068161118775766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-semana-de-comunicacao-ufmt-barra-do.html' title='1ª Semana de comunicação - UFMT - Barra do Garças'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TNqf3Q6SBDI/AAAAAAAAAqM/P6AKKmIlECE/s72-c/divulga.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-3871803547599464156</id><published>2010-11-04T16:16:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T17:53:18.106-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo. Fé e Dúvida. "Racionalidade".</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;- Agora, me diga uma coisa: Você nunca&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;teve medo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;- Tive - respondeu ela após um momento de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;- E o que foi que você fez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;- Fiz o que me foi ensinado: tentei descobrir qual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;a parte de mim que tinha medo e por quê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;- E qual delas estava amedrontada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;- Esta. - Dizendo isso, apontou para a sua boca&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;aberta. - Aquela que fala e que Vijaya chama de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;"Pequena Miss Cibber". A que está sempre falando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;das coisas desagradáveis de que me lembro e de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;todas as grandiosas e impossíveis que penso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;poder realizar. Esta é a que me apavora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;- Por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;- Creio que isso acontece pelo fato de ela estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;sempre falando em altas vozes ou para si mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;das coisas terríveis que talvez lhe aconteçam. Mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;existe uma outra que não tem medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;- Qual delas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;- Aquela que não fala, apenas olha, escuta e sente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;o que lhe vai no íntimo e que algumas vezes e de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;modo súbito vê toda a beleza das coisas - acrescentou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Mary Sarojini. - Estou dizendo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Ela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;vê a beleza durante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;todo o tempo, mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;nada vejo a não ser que ela desperte&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;a minha atenção. E é nesse momento que, de repente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;passo a ver tudo lindo! Tudo belo, muito belo!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O pensamento é o produto do trabalho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que os três milhares de células cerebrais&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lançam no espaço.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bilhões de jogos de bilhar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assinalados, Fé e Dúvida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um amontoado de Dúvidas e a minha Fé,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minhas enzimas e a minha Lógica&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minhas Visões e a epinefrina rosa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meus crimes e a epinefrina branca.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não passo de um delicado arranjo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E na proporção de dez para vinte e sete&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cada átomo, na sua complexidade,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deve ser o meu profeta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;__________&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não podemos racionalizar excluindo a nossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;irracionalidade básica. E o melhor que temos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a fazer é aprender a arte de sermos irracionais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;de uma maneira razoável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A graça de uma dançarina e a artrite que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;surge após terem decorrido quarenta anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- ambas as coisas são funções do esqueleto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Graças a uma inflexível moldura óssea a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;moça é capaz de executar piruetas. E é por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;causa desses mesmos ossos que a sua avó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fica condenada à cadeira de rodas. De&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;modo análogo, um firme alicerce cultural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;é a condição essencial a toda originalidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;individual e a todo poder criador. Mas essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;cultura básica é também o seu mais terrível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;inimigo. A coisa sem a qual não nos podemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;transformar em seres humanos plenamentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;desenvolvidos é, frequentemente, a mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;que impede esse desenvolvimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Trechos do livro "A Ilha" de Aldous Huxley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-3871803547599464156?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/3871803547599464156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=3871803547599464156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3871803547599464156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3871803547599464156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/11/medo-fe-e-duvida-racionalidade.html' title='Medo. Fé e Dúvida. &quot;Racionalidade&quot;.'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-1847760617875935371</id><published>2010-10-25T12:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:48:46.309-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lembrança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emoção'/><title type='text'>It's just the things that happen to me,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Is it ok if I call you mine just for a time?&lt;br /&gt;And I will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;If I know that you know that I'm wanting, needing your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;If I ask of you is it alright&lt;br /&gt;If I ask you to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;through a cold tough night&lt;br /&gt;'cause there may be a cloudy day inside&lt;br /&gt;and I need to let you know that I might be needing your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;And what I'm trying to say isn't really new&lt;br /&gt;It's just the things that happen to me when I'm reminded of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Like when I hear your name&lt;br /&gt;or see a place that you've been&lt;br /&gt;or see a picture of your grin&lt;br /&gt;or pass a house that you've been in one time or another&lt;br /&gt;it sets off something in me I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;and I can't wait to see you again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, babe, I love your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;And what I'm trying to say isn't really new&lt;br /&gt;It's just the things that happen to me when I'm reminded of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Is it ok if I call you mine -&amp;nbsp;Paul Mccrane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-1847760617875935371?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/1847760617875935371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=1847760617875935371' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1847760617875935371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1847760617875935371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-apenas-o-que-se-passa-comigo.html' title='It&apos;s just the things that happen to me,'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-2286182224275722502</id><published>2010-10-20T12:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:33:20.014-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida é efêmera, Atitudes são Permanentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A vida é breve. A vida é um suspiro na natureza, um pingo que se evapora diante da imensidão desconhecida do universo. Mas que uma vida é capaz de tudo, ela é. Uma vida é potencialmente capaz de desautorizar o impossível. Se você está lendo isso agora e chegou até aqui com um clique, quer dizer que possui uma vida, parabéns! Aliás, você vive bem sua vida? Ou ou passa como o simples suspiro pela história?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Muitas pessoas já passaram por aqui, pisaram na nossa terra, beberam de nossa água, abriram e fecharam portas enquanto viviam... viviam. Mas quem está vivo agora? Você que lê. Tem motivos de sobra para comemorar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sabe, você tem a liberdade pra fazer tudo, experimentar, digamos, todos os vinhos dessa adega, só precisa querer e, as vezes, ter uma oportunidade. Porém, existem vinhos de inúmeras qualidades, sabores, rótulos e preços. Nem todos o agradarão, mas terá de provar. Talvez, seja mais fácil, e você saiba exatamente o que quer provar, desde cedo, mas talvez você seja um degustador incansável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mudando de assunto, de "vinho pra água", é preciso entender que as coisas que você decide fazer em sua vida afetam todos a sua volta, isso significa que para cada ato ou atividade que você provocar, irá desencadear, estará se movendo de pessoa para pessoa, independente de serem más ou boas, mudando muito ou pouco o mundo, não duvide disso. A força das suas atitudes tem poder insubestimável, que o próprio ser humano não consegue controlar e nem descobriu como.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Por isso, ter bom senso é fundamental, opte pelas boas maneiras, atitudes, o mundo precisa disso, e seus pequenos atos podem mudar o planeta, ou mundo de alguém. Pode levar um pouco do seu tempo, mas teste a paciência, teste a sua calma, sua boa vontade. Se evitarmos as coisas boas que nós mesmo podemos proporcionar aos outros então você está vivendo só para você, e isso não rende felicidade plena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Com certeza se você começar ajudando qualquer pessoa, da sua família mesmo, por exemplo, dentro dos seus limites, já vai mudar a maneira de como essa pessoa vê as coisas, isso é muito importante. Vejamos o caso da velhinha que precisa de alguém pra carregar algumas sacolas, algo bem básico, mas se ninguém ajudar, ela pensará que ninguém no mundo todo pode ajuda-la e generalizará, mas se pelo menos uma pessoa ajuda-lá a visão dela sobre isso já será diferente, e isso vai torna-la menos entristecida e aborrecida. Porém, primeiro conscientize-se de que não é preciso esperar nada de volta, a atitude deve ser espontânea, e por si só é a máxima envolvida. Depois de consciente disso, bom trabalho, mas não pare, não se acomode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Atitudes boas, não tem segredo algum, se você for simples, educado, simpático, paciente ou dedicado sempre e combinar essas características com um pouco de audácia, o mundo a sua volta vai começar a mudar e logo o mundo em si.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não se esqueça de confiar em Deus, faça as suas boas ações sabendo que Deus te ama e que está ajudando,&amp;nbsp;protegendo, curando - afinal todos nós temos nossas doenças, sejam espirituais ou físicas. Logo pessoas farão algo por você, logo você estará recebendo ajuda graças à ajuda que você prestou, um abraço, uma amizade, uma defesa ou até mesmo alguém que te ajude a carregar sacolas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"A melhor recompensa após ajudar alguém, é o sentimento de gratidão da pessoa que você ajudou, que te envolve e faz seu dia, sua semana ou atê seu mês serem ainda mais maravilhosos."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Nathan Sampaio&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-2286182224275722502?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/2286182224275722502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=2286182224275722502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2286182224275722502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2286182224275722502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/10/vida-e-efemera-atitudes-sao-permanentes.html' title='Vida é efêmera, Atitudes são Permanentes'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-4520430971838446610</id><published>2010-10-17T15:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T15:14:35.519-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vendo sua maneira simples de encarar a vida, ela perguntou:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- O que é a felicidade para você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Surpreendendo-a, ele a assustou, dizendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- A felicidade não existe, Anna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Apreensiva, ela subitamente inquiriu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Você me amedronta! Qual é a esperança para os que vivem na miséria emocional? O que posso esperar da vida, se tive tanta riqueza exteriormente e tão pouco dentro de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Marco Polo completou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- A felicidade não existe pronta, não é uma herança genética, não é privilégio de uma casta ou camada social. A felicidade é uma eterna construção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Como construí-la? - respirando aliviada, ela indagou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Como um contador de histórias que passeia pela psicologia, ele fitou seus olhos e discorreu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Reis procuraram aprisionar a felicidade com seu poder, mas ela não se deixou prender. Milionários tentaram comprá-la, mas ela não se deixou vender. Famosos tentaram seduzi-la, mas ela resistiu ao estrelato. Sorrindo, ela sussurrou aos ouvidos de cada ser humano: "Ei! Procure-me nas coisas anônimas da existência." Mas a maioria não ouviu a sua voz, e os que a ouviram deram pouco crédito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Que lindo! Falei mais sobre o que é ser feliz, meu imprevisível poeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Ser feliz é ser capaz de dizer "eu errei", é ter sensibilidade para falar "eu preciso de você", é ter ousadia para dizer "eu te amo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Trecho do Livro "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O futuro da humandade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;", Augusto Cury. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-4520430971838446610?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/4520430971838446610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=4520430971838446610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4520430971838446610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4520430971838446610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/10/vendo-sua-maneira-simples-de-encarar.html' title='Vendo sua maneira simples de encarar a vida, ela perguntou:'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-6541926350795767935</id><published>2010-10-11T16:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:58:30.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Elogios de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TLNpwmwJyhI/AAAAAAAAAqE/E9hhlVP2PIU/s1600/mar+e+areia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TLNpwmwJyhI/AAAAAAAAAqE/E9hhlVP2PIU/s400/mar+e+areia.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Há quem diga que Deus não existe, e vejo esse pensamento, de quem realmente não acredita, como uma bola de boliche, impossível de ser moldada pelas minha mãos. Porém penso que o fato de acreditar em Deus é o maior ato de amor de um ser humano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Acreditar em Algo que não se pode ver, mas está em todo lugar e se pode sentir se você realmente quiser é uma oportunidade maravilhosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Acreditar também em Algo que, ao mesmo tempo, tece os fios da vida de todos seres existentes, que existiram e que existirão, e os deixa seguir cruzando outras vidas, experiências, aprovações e fazendo escolhas é incrível e sublime pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saber que há tantos mistérios e enigmas no mundo, mas que na sua mente e sua alma se esconde um universo ainda inexplorado, me faz acreditar ainda mais que não conheço o suficiente das coisas da vida, porém que saber da existência de Deus já me satisfaz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Uma vez conversei com alguém a respeito do livre arbítrio e Deus, um momento único pra mim nas memórias do meu ser, Onde a dúvida maior era tentar entendermos que, partindo da ideia de que Deus sabe sempre o que vai acontecer, como é possível que realmente o livre arbítrio seja real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pois bem, hoje, pra mim, é visível que tudo do pouco que descobri sobre Deus é o suficiente pra acreditar que ele nos conhece, a todos, o bastante, como ninguém jamais conhecerá, nem mesmo nós mesmos, para saber o que faremos a respeito de cada situação em nossa vida. E Ele vai, ainda, estar lá para nos confortar e colocar algo bom em nosso caminho independentemente das nossas escolhas.&amp;nbsp;Por que esse é DEUS, alguém que só pode ser responsabilizado pelo BEM em nossa VIDA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-6541926350795767935?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/6541926350795767935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=6541926350795767935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6541926350795767935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6541926350795767935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/10/elogios-de-deus.html' title='Elogios de Deus'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TLNpwmwJyhI/AAAAAAAAAqE/E9hhlVP2PIU/s72-c/mar+e+areia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-1894074190642677468</id><published>2010-10-10T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:38:57.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chega de Bombom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TLH6CMmLHCI/AAAAAAAAAqA/aDrwmWoNuhI/s1600/56062_Papel-de-Parede-Bombons-de-Chocolate_1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TLH6CMmLHCI/AAAAAAAAAqA/aDrwmWoNuhI/s320/56062_Papel-de-Parede-Bombons-de-Chocolate_1024x768.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quando eu era criança, em um dia qualquer, resolvi que não ia mais comer bombons. Nenhum, independente da marca ou sabor, estava decididíssimo pro resto da vida. Agora, dos motivos não me lembro bem, provavelmente no fundo tinha medo de engordar e achava que cortando os pobres bombons da minha vida eu evitaria isso.&amp;nbsp;Pois bem, hoje não dispenso um bombom sequer, até mesmo os que menos gosto, aqueles com&amp;nbsp;côco&amp;nbsp;ralado, não pelo sabor é a textura, eu como.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Utimamente venho descobrindo os "bombons" atuais, esses não são só pelo medo de engordar, confesso que ainda tenho, mas também por outros medos, pensamentos e desejos desnecessários da minha personalidade. É difícil lidar com isso. Porém a ansiedade que tenho ao lidar com isso é como um combustível e a vontade de ser uma pessoa melhor é, sem dúvida, o veículo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Os "bombons" são vários, desde alimentos não saudáveis às&amp;nbsp;companhias, e claro os vícios da personalidade. Soa um tanto abrangente e arrogante, mas não é, não. Quando, naquela época, resolvi parar de comer os bombons estava movido por uma força de vontade que não fazia eu sentir vontade de comê-los e isso permaneceu por muito tempo. Por isso, me sentindo assim agora, vejo que não há motivos de cunho arrogante, mas sim só um jeito de fugir do igual e normal que a meu ver é um tanto quanto incoerente. Preciso também testar meus limites e ignorar o tabu, presente em minha cabeça, de que só por que sou novo não preciso resistir às tentações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esses "bombons" precisam ser evitados, da maneira mais sutil, sendo substituídos. A escolha é só sua se quer substitui-los por bolos ou frutas. E não importa o sentido dessas metáforas, importa o que te fizer bem de verdade, aquele bem que só você conhece ou precisa conhecer mais. Seja bolo ou fruta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CARPE DIEM &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-1894074190642677468?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/1894074190642677468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=1894074190642677468' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1894074190642677468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1894074190642677468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/10/chega-de-bombom.html' title='Chega de Bombom'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TLH6CMmLHCI/AAAAAAAAAqA/aDrwmWoNuhI/s72-c/56062_Papel-de-Parede-Bombons-de-Chocolate_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-6310814609040816406</id><published>2010-10-09T20:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:19:08.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna Hold your Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TLD4ScgcT9I/AAAAAAAAAp4/X9gQepkPHfc/s1600/Gay+Marriages+Begin+California+2KuKQKN3IGYl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TLD4ScgcT9I/AAAAAAAAAp4/X9gQepkPHfc/s320/Gay+Marriages+Begin+California+2KuKQKN3IGYl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,&lt;br /&gt;I think you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;When I say that something&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh please, say to me&lt;br /&gt;You'll let me be your man&lt;br /&gt;And please, say to me&lt;br /&gt;You'll let me hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Now let me hold your hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;And when I touch you I feel happy inside.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a feeling that my love&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Yeah, you've got that something,&lt;br /&gt;I think you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;When I'll say that something&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;And when I touch you I feel happy inside.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a feeling that my love&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Yeh, you've got that something,&lt;br /&gt;I think you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;When I'll feel that something&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Beatles&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/7725080472789823806-6310814609040816406?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/6310814609040816406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=6310814609040816406' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6310814609040816406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6310814609040816406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-wanna-hold-your-hands.html' title='I wanna Hold your Hands'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TLD4ScgcT9I/AAAAAAAAAp4/X9gQepkPHfc/s72-c/Gay+Marriages+Begin+California+2KuKQKN3IGYl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-7671772424752026181</id><published>2010-10-04T00:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:13:37.845-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confuso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feliz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Apenas isso ou Tudo isso [!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu bem que sei o que pode ser bom, ou ótimo, pra mim, tanto de ouvir meus pais falarem quanto de sabedoria própria: graças aos livros que li, coisas que pesquisei e pessoas que escutei, porém testemunho que o difícil é manter o foco e a cabeça no que realmente eu quero. É como manter a coluna ereta depois que você está desacostumado a&amp;nbsp;mantê-la assim. Às vezes até esquece.&lt;br /&gt;Movido pelos impulsos - impulso que, grande parte das vezes, não é usado por uma boa razão, e pelos desejos - desejos que, grande parte das vezes, é usado para saciar vontades não benéficas, eu vou tentando, através de mais leituras, de ouvir mais pessoas e até mesmo ver mais filmes com boas lições de moral, manter meu foco bem aceso, às vezes deslizo no impulso do desejo ou no desejo do impulso, mas não são deslizes tão graves, as vezes poderiam até ser. Graças a Deus e meus guardiões nada de gravíssimo aconteceu comigo até hoje.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;São exemplos de deslizes, da minha parte ao menos, cair na&amp;nbsp;luxúria&amp;nbsp;de pensamentos e atos ou fornicação constante quando se quer encontrar a pessoa dos seus sonhos, a pessoa pra vida toda. Olha, sei que é engraçado ou triste, depende do ponto de vista de quem lê, mas eu creio que não sou o único que passa por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho também aquela vontade de passar em um concurso público ou arranjar um bom emprego, mas outros pecados fazem com que muitas vezes eu não consiga levantar para começar a ler alguma obra difícil, formal ou científica. Não ponho a culpa nos pecados, quer dizer, isso é ridículo, todo mundo peca, o problema é a minha vontade, que é tanta, e as vezes até sofro... acredite, sofro por ter preguiça ou tesão. Às vezes não entendo, penso que tenho uma doença ou distúrbio psiquiátrico ou até uma nova anomalia mental&amp;nbsp;ultra-genética&amp;nbsp;não descoberta pela humanidade... Mas não, NÃO... Eu sou só um ser humano com simples sonhos, e digo, simples mesmo, com atitudes e pensamentos complexos. APENAS isso... ou então TUDO ISSO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TKlDzYlieTI/AAAAAAAAApU/h3WJ9aSzGG0/s1600/helouise.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TKlDzYlieTI/AAAAAAAAApU/h3WJ9aSzGG0/s320/helouise.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://colunas.ego.globo.com/doiscliques/2008/12/05/da-janela-dos-leitores/comment-page-2/"&gt;Link da foto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/span&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/7725080472789823806-7671772424752026181?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/7671772424752026181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=7671772424752026181' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7671772424752026181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7671772424752026181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/10/apenas-isso-ou-tudo-isso.html' title='Apenas isso ou Tudo isso [!]'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TKlDzYlieTI/AAAAAAAAApU/h3WJ9aSzGG0/s72-c/helouise.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-4597200877966241449</id><published>2010-09-26T20:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:05:34.194-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sou um super-homem</title><content type='html'>O céu nem é mais azul, o pior, ele não está cinza do jeito que eu gosto, aquilo não são nuvens divertidas de tempestade, não, é fumaça, isso sim é triste. Não há chuva e o horizonte tampouco se exibe, não é culpa dele. A fumaça é capaz de destruir a beleza, percebe? tanto da natureza em si, como do ser humano. O que há nesse céu poluído que não há em uma baforada de cigarro?&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, Eu gostaria de soprar tudo pra longe, com o super sopro. Mas mesmo que fosse possível, você voltaria, fumaça. "Enfim, pulmão para que, não é?" Eu considero muito meu sistema respiratório. Eu o amo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que logo isso vai acabar. Vai sim. As minhas lindas nuvens estão chegando, e vão expulsar essa fumaça do ar, com a chuva mais gostosa e barulhenta, do jeito que eu gosto. Não me importo de ficar em casa, contanto que ela esteja lá fora botando pra quebrar, ou melhor, molhar.&lt;br /&gt;Olha, tempos assim são tempos difíceis, também pudera com tanto fogo envolvido, mas não há um segundo ruim de que não se possa tirar algo bom. Eu quero passar por tudo como um&amp;nbsp;super-homem,&amp;nbsp;invencível, mas&amp;nbsp;no meu limite, com pontos fracos e resistindo a eles, com olhar laser, mas pra poder enxergar melhor os corações, com super força para não deixar que nada de ruim me aconteça e nem com meus amigos, e com a habilidade de voar, voar no céu estrelado, nem que pra isso eu não precise sair do lugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-4597200877966241449?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/4597200877966241449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=4597200877966241449' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4597200877966241449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4597200877966241449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu-sou-um-super-homem.html' title='Eu sou um super-homem'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-9181668895277177732</id><published>2010-09-17T12:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:52:05.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>IV Mostra de cursos da UFMT - dia 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TJOFITmL_SI/AAAAAAAAApE/N58PvYSQw48/s320/SDC16324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TJOFOzvrw7I/AAAAAAAAApM/ujKfVtCIQiU/s1600/SDC16353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TJOFOzvrw7I/AAAAAAAAApM/ujKfVtCIQiU/s320/SDC16353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A IV Mostra de cursos da UFMT do Araguaia foi realizada no Campus II, em barra do Garças, e deu início ao público no começo da tarde de ontem, 16, e estará aberta hoje dia todo. Todos os 16 cursos estão sendo muito bem recebidos pelos cidadãos da região, cada curso tem seu jeito especial de chamar a atenção de quem passa. Todos se esforçaram muito e o espaço onde está sendo realizada a mostra é muito bem adequado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A coluna de fotos mostra como estava a mostra no primeiro dia, e a ultima foto representa a Orquestra sinfônica da UFMT de Cuiabá encerrando o dia com vários clássicos finlandeses e algumas famosas sinfonias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-9181668895277177732?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/9181668895277177732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=9181668895277177732' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/9181668895277177732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/9181668895277177732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/09/iv-mostra-de-cursos-da-ufmt-dia-1.html' title='IV Mostra de cursos da UFMT - dia 1'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TJOEi980PMI/AAAAAAAAAoM/8MIMtn6DsLQ/s72-c/SDC16298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-6855779944003812289</id><published>2010-09-14T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:14:47.262-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alma Gêmea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Limite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mentir'/><title type='text'>É verdade que...</title><content type='html'>As vezes eu minto, muito as vezes eu minto, mas é mentira necessária, você sabe, aquela história de que não dá pra agradar a todos. Não que eu queira essa proeza, longe de mim. É que, simplesmente pelo fato de tentar fugir da complexidade do outro ser humano, eu minto. Eu quero que todos me entendam e eu escuto todos pra isso. Eu posso até ser contraditório em dizer que tenho uma tendência a escutar os outros mais do que os outros a me escutar, porque quando eu começo a falar, não consigo mais&amp;nbsp;frear&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;língua, e o único jeito de frear esse músculo impulsivo é mentir, cortar a tão complexa discussão... Claro! não é sempre, mas útil e até sutil em certos momentos. Você tem que entender! =]&lt;br /&gt;Agora, apesar de mentir, tenta conhecer seus limites, peça ajuda para as suas almas gêmeas, e não, não digo pra "vocês", é pra VOCÊ. Com certeza temos que concordar que há várias almas gêmeas nossas espalhadas por aí, elas são nosso espelho espiritual, nos ajudam a nos conhecer melhor (li no livro "comer, rezar, amar"), é praticamente isso. Você se limita, se sacrifica, se doa e através disso você consegue as coisas boas que procurar, mas você tem que querer mesmo, tem que aceitar numa boa, tem que ter fé e confiar, tem que arriscar mesmo. Afinal foi isso que Jesus fez.&lt;br /&gt;Incrível como consigo fazer uma bagunça no texto, falando de mentira, depois de limite e almas gêmeas. Acho que você não vai entender nada, se entender, fico feliz.Se não entender, só vou dizer que é sobre isso que eu queria falar, e só quero que tire algo bom dessas palavras amadoras. Amadoras em todos o bons sentidos possíveis. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-6855779944003812289?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/6855779944003812289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=6855779944003812289' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6855779944003812289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6855779944003812289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-verdade-que.html' title='É verdade que...'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-4343222691015403221</id><published>2010-08-13T21:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:28:41.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tava precisando postar!</title><content type='html'>Tanta coisa aconteceu nesses dois meses sem internet, que nem tem como escrever ou resumir. Hoje fui demitido de um emprego que comecei a três&lt;br /&gt;dias atrás, coisa meio louca, era uma empresa de edição de vídeos de casamentos, formaturas e aniverśarios, aí né, o cara lá me enchia. todo dia me&lt;br /&gt;enchendo, desde o primeiro dia, me ensinava de um jeito os trem lá e aí eu fazia e ele falava que eu errei e tal. Triste. Disse até que um macaco fazia aquilo se ensinasse, mas eu não me dei por vencido, só chorei alguns litros, depois do almoço voltei, atrasei 5 minutos e ele não estava, quando fui descer as escadas ele estava subindo, tinha os olhos vermelhos, não me pergunte por quê, só sei que ele deu o show da beyoncé brigando comigo por causa do atraso, aí eu falei do horário do almoço da minha mãe que tinha mudado (por que ela trabalha lá perto e eu vou e volto de carona com ela), só que eu tinha almoçado do Hall, e não foi minha intenção chegar atrasado, só que ele falou então que eu tinha que sair seis horas da tarde e eu falei que tinha faculdade, aí ele correu pra porta do local de trabalho lá e disse: - tchau, vai embora. - pasmem. Fiquei sem reação, putz, triste. Não precisava disso. Enfim, O tempo não pára, e vou continuar né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agradeço meus amigos que me aturaram no dia de hoje!&lt;br /&gt;Diretamente do laboratório de computação da UFMT,&lt;br /&gt;Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CARPE DIEM&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/7725080472789823806-4343222691015403221?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/4343222691015403221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=4343222691015403221' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4343222691015403221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4343222691015403221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/08/tava-precisando-postar.html' title='Tava precisando postar!'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-2512772779945387616</id><published>2010-06-23T00:41:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:46:46.737-03:00</updated><title type='text'>That could be us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #686868; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;"Não estou me perguntando por que é que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;O céu é azul, esse não é o meu negócio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Tudo o que sei é que eu. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Olho para cima e digo pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;'Seja paciente, o amor ...poderia ser com a gente ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Trecho de "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;That's Why You're Beautiful - Beyoncé" traduzido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem conclusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"De certa forma, a vida é uma constante&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;evolução circular linear,&amp;nbsp;como se fosse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;uma espiral, de dentro para fora, desigual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Linear fisicamente: nascemos, vivemos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;morremos, resumindo; circular&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;espiritualmente, se é que posso considerar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aprovação,recompensas e obstáculos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;coisas que vem e vão,&amp;nbsp;num ritmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;revolucionário, dentro de nós mesmos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Carpe Diem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/7725080472789823806-2512772779945387616?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/2512772779945387616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=2512772779945387616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2512772779945387616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/2512772779945387616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/06/that-could-be-us.html' title='That could be us'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-3668317220255117997</id><published>2010-06-13T01:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:22:16.414-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fogueira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TBRcbWfqaZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/K1aKh6Ghy1s/s1600/IMG012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TBRcbWfqaZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/K1aKh6Ghy1s/s320/IMG012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I was given wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;We’re feeling okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;And quite all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;You wash my tears away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;And make me wanna stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;And bonfires lit up the shores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;(Wa fa fa-wey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;To go beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Is where I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;(Wa fa fa-wey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;To laugh, to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Days of roses and wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Drifting astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;With your hand in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;You stroke my fears away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;And make me wanna stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;And bonfires lit up the shores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 26px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/blue-foundation/368925/" style="color: #ff6600; font-style: italic; line-height: 26px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: underline; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bonfires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #b7b700; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/blue-foundation/" id="identificador_artista" style="color: #b7b700; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blue Foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&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/7725080472789823806-3668317220255117997?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/3668317220255117997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=3668317220255117997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3668317220255117997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3668317220255117997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/06/fogueira.html' title='Fogueira'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/TBRcbWfqaZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/K1aKh6Ghy1s/s72-c/IMG012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-5780702871080574237</id><published>2010-06-08T01:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:06:44.435-03:00</updated><title type='text'>And the world will be as one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Imagine no possessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;I wonder if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;No need for greed or hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;A brotherhood of man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sharing all the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;You may say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;I'm a dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;I hope some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;You'll join us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a class="l" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/john-lennon/90/" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','','1','jzvtcCf-S7fFgzQhP9DIOw','0CBsQFjAA')" style="color: #1111cc; cursor: pointer;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;IMAGINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lennon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/7725080472789823806-5780702871080574237?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/5780702871080574237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=5780702871080574237' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5780702871080574237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5780702871080574237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-world-will-be-as-one.html' title='And the world will be as one'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-3375696895888594902</id><published>2010-06-08T01:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:01:09.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perguntas</title><content type='html'>Pois bem, Farei apenas uma pergunta, nos&lt;br /&gt;meus pontos de vista.&lt;br /&gt;Uma pergunta para cada pessoa da minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;as mais importantes... Se você me conhece,&lt;br /&gt;ou se conhece, saberá qual a sua pergunta,&lt;br /&gt;e se tentar arriscar, me responda.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou colocar destino nas perguntas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não está sendo um dia muito bom,&lt;br /&gt;acho que isso vai me fazer melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos às perguntas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Unir o útil ao agradável, vivendo ao lado de um, outrora,&lt;br /&gt;estranho, para obter uma vida&amp;nbsp;profissional&amp;nbsp;é realmente a&lt;br /&gt;melhor escolha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não é mais coerente e sensato, quando você se tornou tão&lt;br /&gt;arrogante, egoísta e sujo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Por que consegue ser tão idealista em suas escolhas, indo&lt;br /&gt;por todo lado com sua humildade e não consegue largar&lt;br /&gt;a maneira limitada do pensar sobre tudo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Suas atitudes não podem ser resumidas de tão bondosas,&lt;br /&gt;mas como consegue se enganar tão facilmente e também&lt;br /&gt;conseguir não por-se em primeiro lugar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tem todas as qualidades que um ser humano busca em&lt;br /&gt;si e no outro, porém porque rebaixa-se ao nível dos que&lt;br /&gt;tanto querem chegar ao seu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Serenidade extensamente contagiante, e como não&lt;br /&gt;consegue ser passível de tempo com as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;que você contagia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Consegue ser teórico e prático, emocional e racional,&lt;br /&gt;a responda por que insiste em ser tão persistente ao&lt;br /&gt;ponto de perder a calma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Por que não conseguiu dizer a verdade, quando era&lt;br /&gt;apenas o que eu precisava ouvir para me libertar da&lt;br /&gt;minha prisão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vejo amor em seu ser, sinto-o também, mas quando&lt;br /&gt;tem oportunidades de nos mostrar não o faz, sabe&lt;br /&gt;como nos sentimos assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tão doce e&amp;nbsp;indecifrável, desculpe, não pra mim, mas&lt;br /&gt;ainda sim, por que não consegue ser respectivo sobre&lt;br /&gt;minhas ações?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Verdadeiramente amigo e engraçado, mas distante,&lt;br /&gt;coloca obrigações em primeiro plano, mas te esquece que&lt;br /&gt;os próximos também tem obrigações?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não compreende os que mais ama, por que? Ainda&lt;br /&gt;sente ódio e se irrita por situações rotineiras? responda&lt;br /&gt;por que não consegue ser suficientemente pouco de cada&lt;br /&gt;um que está a sua volta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguardo respostas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-3375696895888594902?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/3375696895888594902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=3375696895888594902' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3375696895888594902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3375696895888594902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/06/perguntas.html' title='Perguntas'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-336842167572555501</id><published>2010-06-06T18:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:59:39.461-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTr5TGTNiC0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTr5TGTNiC0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Essa Música tocou profundamente em minha alma. Me senti,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;ao mesmo tempo,&amp;nbsp;homenageado por alguém, que me dedicou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;a música e o homenageante. O toque da música é tão doce e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;calmo, a letra é tão emocionante, e ainda que fosse só uma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;canção. Mas se encaixa perfeitamente em minha situação. Uma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;vontade inédita de ler cada palavra, escutar cada tom e escutar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;repetidamente com uma&amp;nbsp;calma imensa (calma que não tenho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;no meu cotidiano), analisando cada frase,&amp;nbsp;me imaginando de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;novo naqueles dias em que posso intitular dias de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Nessa canção se esconde uma história, uma das mais lindas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;que já foram vividas por mim, mesmo com um fim triste.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Cada palavra contém uma característica única de "coincidência",&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;e a cada frase o coração aperta um poquinho, mas se&amp;nbsp;sente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;revigorado por ter podido viver amor de verdade, nem que tivesse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;sido por apenas um final de semana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Nathan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;"If everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Was everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;But everything is over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Could be everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;If only we were older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I guess it's just a silly song about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;And how I lost you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;And your brown eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;In your brown eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I was feeling low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Cuz the brown eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;And you'll never know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Got some brown eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;But a sorrow face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I knew that it was wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;So baby turn the record on"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;Play that song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-336842167572555501?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/336842167572555501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=336842167572555501' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/336842167572555501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/336842167572555501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/06/brown-eyes.html' title='Brown Eyes'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-4565768155306436373</id><published>2010-06-05T12:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T12:59:11.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate You (Don't leave me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;What's a consequence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Of over loading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;On the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Then everything stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;And when you get a look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Inside of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Manipulations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Learning to forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;My love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Just my luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I cut you off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;But always take you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;My confliction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;My addiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;To myself your bringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;The change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Me someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;You bring and repair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Me always leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Leave me behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I'm totally same and all mixed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I'm loosing my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;With controlling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;So please believe in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Yea- ha, yea- ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Starting from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Left experimenting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;With the rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;A crowd of strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Screaming at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;That i'm being fooled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Sobing and suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;And all the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I'm cursing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I'm cursing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;My insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I cut you off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;But always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Take you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;(i take you back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Why can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Twisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Tangled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Deep and shallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;In confusion life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;In love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Is an illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Almost tainted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I'm blinded wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;What i'm really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Tryin' to say is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;I hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #a3a3a3; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: inherit; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Hate You (Don't Leave Me) -&amp;nbsp;Ke$ha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7725080472789823806-4565768155306436373?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/4565768155306436373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=4565768155306436373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4565768155306436373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4565768155306436373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-you-dont-leave-me.html' title='I hate You (Don&apos;t leave me)'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-5205783411560451662</id><published>2010-06-01T11:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:59:02.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas para fazer antes dos 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Me encantei com essa lista, claro que não a completei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;mas tô postando pra deixar registrado o que já fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;(em vermelho):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;beber uma garrafa de tequila&lt;br /&gt;transar com um dos seus melhores amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;encontrar com alguém da net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fazer uma tatoo&lt;br /&gt;subir em um palco e dançar loucamente&lt;br /&gt;fugir de casa&lt;br /&gt;pular de bumg jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;saltar de para-quedas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;matar aula pra ir no buteco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passear sem cueca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;agarrar seu amor platonico&lt;br /&gt;fingir ser estrangeiro e falar um idioma que não existe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ficar com alguem 10 anos mais velho que vc&lt;br /&gt;sair de casa na sexta a noite e voltar na segunda de manha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;dormir com a roupa que saiu dps de um porre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ir a praia de nudismo&lt;br /&gt;ficar com um professor&lt;br /&gt;roubar o namorado de alguém&lt;br /&gt;ir pra escola bêbado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;se apaixonar a 1ª vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usar a melhor roupa pra ir ao mercado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;sair com o melhor amigo do seu ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pintar o cabelo de uma cor absurda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;chorar vendo um desenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ir parar na delegacia&lt;br /&gt;beber até ter amnésia alcoólica&lt;br /&gt;aprender a tocar algum instrumento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;ter um diário secreto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijar um passante&lt;br /&gt;ir numa formatura de short e chinelo&lt;br /&gt;assaltar uma loja&lt;br /&gt;pegar carona com desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;ir pra balada de ônibus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dormir na rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;viajar sem dar satisfação pra ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;beijar na chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;sair sem pagar a conta do bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;ser expulso de uma festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;atravessar a cidade de bicicleta para dizer "eu te amo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;invadir um apartamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;fazer uma piada durante um assalto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;derrubar uma placa de trânsito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;mandar flores para mim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;dormir dois dias seguidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;passar no vestibular dos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;brincar de esconde esconde no zoológico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;viajar com amigos e sem dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;pixar um muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;ver o sol nascer sozinho dentro do carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;escrever uma canção para alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Encontrar o amor da sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Até os trinta anos completo ela facim, facim. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-5205783411560451662?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/5205783411560451662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=5205783411560451662' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5205783411560451662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/5205783411560451662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/06/coisas-para-fazer-antes-dos-30.html' title='Coisas para fazer antes dos 30'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-1797869099912217513</id><published>2010-05-31T18:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:31:14.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Amo Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Toda vez que eu olho&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que eu chamo&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que eu penso&lt;br /&gt;Em lhe dar&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;O meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh!&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;(Pensa que não vai ser possível!)&lt;br /&gt;De lhe encontrar&lt;br /&gt;(Pensa que não vai ser possível!)&lt;br /&gt;De lhe amar&lt;br /&gt;(Pensa que não vai ser possível!)&lt;br /&gt;Te conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Ah!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu amo você, menina&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você!&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você, menina&lt;br /&gt;Uh! Uh!&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Toda vez que eu olho&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que eu chamo&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que eu penso&lt;br /&gt;Em lhe dar&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Ah!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;O meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh!&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;(Pensa que não vai ser possível!)&lt;br /&gt;De lhe encontrar&lt;br /&gt;(Pensa que não vai ser possível!)&lt;br /&gt;De lhe amar&lt;br /&gt;(Pensa que não vai ser possível!)&lt;br /&gt;Te conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Ah!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu amo você, menina&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você! juro!&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você, menina&lt;br /&gt;Uh! Uh!&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo você!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Eu te amo! Eu te amo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-1797869099912217513?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/1797869099912217513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=1797869099912217513' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1797869099912217513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1797869099912217513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-amo-voce.html' title='Eu Amo Você'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-7931590992274715717</id><published>2010-05-30T14:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:33:37.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My theories</title><content type='html'>Quem sabe, talvez, minhas teorias não sejam tão loucas assim...&lt;br /&gt;Minhas teorias são criadas a partir do que vejo, sinto, faço&lt;br /&gt;em confronto com o que acontece. Resultados de expectativas&lt;br /&gt;e de ações que sempre terminam de um modo característico,&lt;br /&gt;trágico quase sempre. São fórmulas fáceis, não são criadas&lt;br /&gt;impulsivamente, ao contrário das minha atitudes após o&lt;br /&gt;efeito que elas causam.&lt;br /&gt;As chamo de teorias, porém &amp;nbsp;não são nada racionais, mesmo&lt;br /&gt;sendo de um certo conhecimento especulativo e baseadas&lt;br /&gt;a partir de hipóteses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há em minhas teorias:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Comparação lógica das conclusões umas com as outras, para se testar a coerência interna do sistema;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Investigação da forma lógica da teoria, com objetivo de determinar se ela apresenta caráter de uma teoria empírica, cientifica ou tautológica;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Comparação com outras teorias, para ver se há avanço de ordem cientifica;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;Comparação da teoria por meio de aplicações empíricas das conclusões que dela se possam deduzir.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Essa é uma maneira fácil de misturar estudo com vivência.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Mas meu objetivo com isso é compartilhar de uma maneira&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;diferente o que sinto. Desabafar com um toque mais culto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Tentar fazer um leitor incógnita perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;que não está sozinho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Se por acaso você teve três relações e depois dessas três&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;entrou em depressão, ou ficou muito temposozinho, ou até&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;se relacionou com pessoas que fizeram você se sentir mal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Você não está perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Se você cria expectativas para tudo, até inconscientemente,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;e o destino faz questão de te contrariar&amp;nbsp;fazendo como que esse&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;tudo aconteça de forma totalmente inesperada, te decepcionando,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;frustrando e&amp;nbsp;te entristecendo. Você tem uma solução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Minhas soluções também não são nada racionais, eu só posso dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que faço a coisa mais simples,&amp;nbsp;desisto de lutar contra as decepções,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que as minhas teorias causam, com ódio e passo a imaginar&amp;nbsp;como&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;algo necessário. Se decepcionar é preciso, frustração é necessária.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;A minha melhor teoria&amp;nbsp;é a seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O ser Humano farta o consciente com todas as combinações&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;possíveis de uma cena qualquer&amp;nbsp;em seu cotidiano. Ele sabe das&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;falhas possíveis, das atribuições e dos resultados respectivos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mas ele não conta com o elemento mais importante: a incrível&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mutação do momento 'agora'."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Eu não sei se faz algum sentido tudo o que eu escrevi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7725080472789823806-7931590992274715717?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/7931590992274715717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=7931590992274715717' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7931590992274715717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7931590992274715717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-theories.html' title='My theories'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-4748858037994933419</id><published>2010-05-25T22:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:37:09.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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pouco o meu maior Sonho e meu maior Medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Medo e Sonho&amp;nbsp;psicológicos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu não esteja me contrariando, mas eu acho que sim.&lt;br /&gt;Penso como maior Sonho encontrar o amor da minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;mas em um acaso diferentemente do que eu possa chamar de fim.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda, se eu sei que é o destino, de acaso não posso chamar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;É difícil de tentar entender, de eu entender, me entender,&lt;br /&gt;tentar chamar &lt;b&gt;seu&lt;/b&gt; nome sem ao menos te conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Porém eu tenho uma va&lt;b&gt;g&lt;/b&gt;a idéia de como eu quero,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar-te no inusitado e no mais cômico esmero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu medo ainda baseia-se todo em &lt;b&gt;você,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não conseguir agradar a&lt;b&gt;o&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;seu contorno&lt;br /&gt;e me imaginar na &lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;ua cabeça como clichê,&lt;br /&gt;se isso feito, ainda acredito no seu retorno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo é tal indiferen&lt;b&gt;t&lt;/b&gt;e, medo é receio e susto apenas&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que eu tenha medo do que minha mente encena,&lt;br /&gt;sei que não acontecerá como meu medo me faz imaginar&lt;br /&gt;e de fato creio que apesar de tod&lt;b&gt;o&lt;/b&gt; medo deve-se arriscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nathan Sampaio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-1006805284457862496?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/1006805284457862496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=1006805284457862496' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1006805284457862496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1006805284457862496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-descobrindo.html' title='Eu descobrindo...'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-1889162680855339307</id><published>2010-05-22T22:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T22:32:02.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know if you're dead or not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;If you're anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Come on and get the minimum&lt;br /&gt;Before you open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's all being served in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Your addled eyes&lt;br /&gt;Come on and get to open yours&lt;br /&gt;Collected at the borderlines&lt;br /&gt;They want to get up in your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Cause they know, so do I&lt;br /&gt;The high road is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;A detour in your new life&lt;br /&gt;Tell all of your friends getting warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Trecho de "The High Road - Broken Bells"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Without being able to express the silence that I feel in words... today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7725080472789823806-1889162680855339307?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/1889162680855339307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=1889162680855339307' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1889162680855339307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/1889162680855339307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-know-if-youre-dead-or-not.html' title='I don&apos;t know if you&apos;re dead or not...'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-8008067613624522773</id><published>2010-05-20T00:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:59:57.489-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O problema é que EU estou Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Abrindo o texto de hoje com um bordão pérola dos meus, que a Panmella adora jogar na minha cara juntamente com uma criatura chamada Bigas. Eu realmente pulso de felicidade, e eu quis dizer que o problema é que eu nem sei o&amp;nbsp;porque. Então, hoje pulsei mais ainda, eu senti uma vibração maior no peito quando vi em mim a possibilidade de ser roteirista. Antes de mais nada, Weena, acho que você comentou sobre ser roteirista uma vez, não estou copiando de você não, viu? É que nunca havia dado atenção direta para o que um roteirista faz, mas hoje na aula de semiótica um slide do professor me chamou a atenção, apenas uma forma característica, mas já me apeguei.&amp;nbsp;Descobri que é uma forma de treinar a escrita expondo idéias criativas, sem precisar de muita teoria, mas escrevendo do jeito que eu gosto. Sem escrever coisas massantes e contínuas, sem fazer algo não-verbal demais. Pôr em prática um idéia à mão e sendo mais criativo que puder. Porém o caminho ainda é longo para me especificar, como acabei de ser questionado pelo Pedro, "roteirista do quê?", sei apenas que quero ser um roteirista, mas para me aprofundar mais e saber do que, é preciso estudar mais e continuar escrevendo, e treinando o&amp;nbsp;cérebro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deus me livre do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;alzheimer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.hsw.com.br/gif/roteirista-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://static.hsw.com.br/gif/roteirista-1.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-8008067613624522773?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/8008067613624522773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=8008067613624522773' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/8008067613624522773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/8008067613624522773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-problema-e-que-eu-estou-feliz.html' title='O problema é que EU estou Feliz'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-6882777922948883985</id><published>2010-05-17T10:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:33:39.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aparente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #191919; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Eu aprendi a ter tudo o que sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;Só não aprendi a perder&lt;br /&gt;E eu, que tive um começo feliz&lt;br /&gt;Do resto não sei dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro das tardes que passamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Não é sempre mais eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que você está bem agora&lt;br /&gt;Só que este ano&lt;br /&gt;O verão acabou&lt;br /&gt;Cedo demais."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love In The Afternoon - Legião Urbana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S_FFTtUlyVI/AAAAAAAAAnU/dCHFztNGNsM/s1600/4375378887_8cdc23b966_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S_FFTtUlyVI/AAAAAAAAAnU/dCHFztNGNsM/s320/4375378887_8cdc23b966_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S_FFTtUlyVI/AAAAAAAAAnU/dCHFztNGNsM/s1600/4375378887_8cdc23b966_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dcdead/4375378887/sizes/o/"&gt;Fonte da foto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;"You can come up with a list of hundreds of qualities that you think are important in another person, but in the end, the heart wants what it wants."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-6882777922948883985?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/6882777922948883985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=6882777922948883985' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6882777922948883985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6882777922948883985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/05/aparente.html' title='Aparente'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S_FFTtUlyVI/AAAAAAAAAnU/dCHFztNGNsM/s72-c/4375378887_8cdc23b966_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-4710365189151302782</id><published>2010-05-14T17:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:51:34.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mascote da copa 2010</title><content type='html'>Não há muita divulgação, pelo menos eu não vi, do mascote da copa 2010, que vai ser sediada na África&amp;nbsp;do sul, ele chama-se Zakumi e aparenta ser um leopardo bom de bola. De todos os mascotes que achei pesquisando, esse é o mais legal, criativo e bonito, podiam divulgar mais, as crianças adoram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sabetudo.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Mascote-da-Copa-Do-Mundo-2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.sabetudo.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Mascote-da-Copa-Do-Mundo-2010.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: ´Arial´, ´sans-serif´; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Zakumi também pode ser entendido como "vem aqui" em alguns idiomas sul-africanos. Para os estrangeiros, o bicho, que é símbolo da fauna local, será um ícone para lembrar as mudanças políticas no país. Para isso, seus idealizadores criaram uma história de vida repleta de significados: Zakumi nasceu em 1994, mesmo ano da democracia na África do Sul (no fim do apartheid) e é jovem, cheio de energia, inteligente e ambicioso."&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.walkshow.com.br/materia.asp?c=3624"&gt;Fonte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: ´Arial´, ´sans-serif´; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: ´Arial´, ´sans-serif´; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: ´Arial´, ´sans-serif´; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: ´Arial´, ´sans-serif´;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gryp die dag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/7725080472789823806-4710365189151302782?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/4710365189151302782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=4710365189151302782' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4710365189151302782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/4710365189151302782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/05/mascote-da-copa-2010.html' title='Mascote da copa 2010'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-8977853731586801980</id><published>2010-05-11T01:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:24:17.557-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tão simples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;O Eu acariciado, sua mão em meus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;era tudo...era tudo&lt;br /&gt;sua voz...estava tremendo&lt;br /&gt;você é tudo... que eu pretendo...&lt;br /&gt;Grite pra mim, faça isso, é o melhor que já ouvi.&lt;br /&gt;Ria bem alto, eu sei que parece absurdo.&lt;br /&gt;você é tudo... você é tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Me dê seu colo, agora nós somos mudos&lt;br /&gt;Meu tudo... meu tudo&lt;br /&gt;Coração batendo devagar, dores vão aumentando&lt;br /&gt;Me ama? basta saber isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;E continuar no seu colo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;...simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-8977853731586801980?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/8977853731586801980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=8977853731586801980' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/8977853731586801980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/8977853731586801980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/05/tao-simples.html' title='Tão simples'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-7412640988791049126</id><published>2010-04-29T15:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T15:46:33.227-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Have A Little Time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;If you're feeling low and lost today&lt;br /&gt;You're probably doing too much again&lt;br /&gt;You spend all your hours just rushing around&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a little time to have a little time for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Slow down my love&lt;br /&gt;You're confusing me and&lt;br /&gt;If your feeling stressed&lt;br /&gt;Just try calling&lt;br /&gt;You spend your time waiting for anyone to see&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a little time to have a little time for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;You should stop for a while&lt;br /&gt;You will find me standing by&lt;br /&gt;Over here at the side of your life&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hold you still&lt;br /&gt;Remind you of all you've missed&lt;br /&gt;If you have a little time to have a little time that is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Why do you still run&lt;br /&gt;When you could walk with me&lt;br /&gt;Life will pass you by&lt;br /&gt;When you move this quickly&lt;br /&gt;What can you see when you're spinning around&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a little time to have a little time for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;You should stop for a while&lt;br /&gt;You will find me standing by&lt;br /&gt;Over here at the side of your life&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hold you still&lt;br /&gt;Remind you of all you've missed&lt;br /&gt;If you have time that is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;If you let me listen&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you feel clear&lt;br /&gt;Spend your time waiting for anyone to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;You should stop for a while&lt;br /&gt;You will find me standing by&lt;br /&gt;Over here at the side of your life&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hold you still&lt;br /&gt;Remind you of all you've missed&lt;br /&gt;If you have a little time to have a little time that is&lt;br /&gt;You should stop for a while&lt;br /&gt;You will find me standing by&lt;br /&gt;Over here at the side of your life&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hold you still&lt;br /&gt;Remind you of all you've missed&lt;br /&gt;If you have a little time to have a little time that is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-7412640988791049126?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/7412640988791049126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=7412640988791049126' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7412640988791049126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7412640988791049126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-you-have-little-time.html' title='Do You Have A Little Time?'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-7824221591307894293</id><published>2010-04-28T12:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:56:59.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Keön - A história</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baseado em uma história, fiz um jogo com o programa mais legal&lt;br /&gt;do mundo, o RPG maker, versão VX.&amp;nbsp;A história gira em torno&lt;br /&gt;de Keön, um continente do planeta que eu criei, os personagens&lt;br /&gt;têm nomes&amp;nbsp;propositalmente parecidos com os dos meus amigos,&lt;br /&gt;e a maneira como o jogo desenvolve também&amp;nbsp;é característico e&lt;br /&gt;coincide com a vida real, em poucos termos.&lt;/div&gt;Vamos aos personagens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM3MaixLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VxfdRl82xEY/s1600/face024.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM3MaixLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VxfdRl82xEY/s1600/face024.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Purx: Um personagem que tem como identidade as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;característica do meu alter-ego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM4g-5oYI/AAAAAAAAAms/dDo5chh2qSk/s1600/face001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM4g-5oYI/AAAAAAAAAms/dDo5chh2qSk/s1600/face001.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Neit: O meu personagem, mas no jogo ele tem cabelo preto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM5-t-KUI/AAAAAAAAAmw/16pxaboULQs/s1600/face007.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM5-t-KUI/AAAAAAAAAmw/16pxaboULQs/s1600/face007.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Panm: A querida Guerreira de lanças mágicas do jogo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Panmella Oguido na vida real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hYvq5ulcI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AixnHa0kEMU/s1600/face066.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hYvq5ulcI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AixnHa0kEMU/s1600/face066.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wee: Uma escritora muito conhecida em Keön, ela tem um&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;grande poder e pode transfigurar a leitura em elementos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;reais. Uma personagem intrigante e absurdamente linda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;como a Weena Potter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM6uS-ZKI/AAAAAAAAAm0/K24KWE2yfPM/s1600/face010.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM6uS-ZKI/AAAAAAAAAm0/K24KWE2yfPM/s1600/face010.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hall: Querido Alquimista e curandeiro, a sua bondade é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;extrema e estudou a vida toda para reconhecerem isso,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;tanto quanto na vida real, &amp;nbsp;Halwildson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM7xr9pFI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7g-1SefjjhU/s1600/face012.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM7xr9pFI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7g-1SefjjhU/s1600/face012.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel: Pode ser meiga, alegre e inteligente, mas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;é uma rabujentinha, adora&amp;nbsp;atazanar&amp;nbsp;quem te enche demais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;não é Isabella? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM82cnshI/AAAAAAAAAm8/20fGl9bxyUc/s1600/face016.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM82cnshI/AAAAAAAAAm8/20fGl9bxyUc/s1600/face016.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mari: Maria Clara que se cuide, Mari é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;extremamente parecida psicologicamente com ela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;adora zumbis, rock e de total inquietação corporal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM9rhU2uI/AAAAAAAAAnA/P4h4xlxn1hM/s1600/face019.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM9rhU2uI/AAAAAAAAAnA/P4h4xlxn1hM/s1600/face019.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Henri: Garoto que adora encher o saco de todo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mundo, principalmente o de Neit, mas luta muito bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Henrique, seu alter-ego é tá te ganhando no esporte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM_GPLGOI/AAAAAAAAAnE/n8xV6d-77rQ/s1600/face022.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM_GPLGOI/AAAAAAAAAnE/n8xV6d-77rQ/s1600/face022.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dayse: Ela é justa, adora aventuras, e busca sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;estar de bem com a natureza, batalhadora, é uma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;arqueira de ótima pontaria. Deise, me inspirei nessa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;espero que goste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hNAbDd3wI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ObCKMzmyKUE/s1600/face023.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hNAbDd3wI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ObCKMzmyKUE/s1600/face023.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Israel: Não poupei criatividade, mas não quis modificar o nome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Israel já é diferente demais. O que posso dizer... Grande&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;homem... Um ótimo guerreiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Para saber mais sobre o jogo comente nesta postagem e pergunte ou pede logo o jogo. Os protagonistas do jogo são estes e os antagonistas foram meio que censurados, só saberão quem são quando jogarem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;CARPE DIEM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-7824221591307894293?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/7824221591307894293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=7824221591307894293' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7824221591307894293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/7824221591307894293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/04/keon-historia.html' title='Keön - A história'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FuoxiOL9C3o/S9hM3MaixLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VxfdRl82xEY/s72-c/face024.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-3021794837289896344</id><published>2010-04-23T14:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:52:34.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardei Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Está guardado, meu amor tá guardado, as minhas virtudes resolveram se guardar com ele, a minha paciência também, minha humildade, minha atenção, minha conduta, minha ética, minha moral. Todas elas se foram guardar com ELE o Amor. E eu admito, esqueci onde guardei. Só sei, que em mim, estão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;presente outras, como a dor e a raiva que acompanham o egoísta ódio. O mau é desprezado por mim, mas como o amor e suas companheiras perderam-se o ódio vem quando quer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os salvadores anjos amigos são minha única esperança, penso que eles são pistas de Deus, para eu encontrar O Amor e as suas companheiras, claro, não só os amigos. Mas a chave, uma chave acompanhada de um mapa, um mapa exato de onde guardei meu amor e pra onde suas companheiras fugiram. Às vezes confundo meu anjos com a chave ou mapa, mas logo vejo que eles são as pistas, são fragmentos, fragmentos essenciais para minha sobrevivência, eles tem peças de amor que funcionam em mim, assim como também tenho e funciona neles, é como se eles fossem uma fonte de água e eu o que têm sede, e eu também tenho esse dever de ser uma fonte para alimetá-los de amor quando for preciso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A chave e o mapa são a única saída para eu encontrar a minha fonte. Mas os amigos anjos salvadores continuarão ao meu lado, e eu do deles ajudando-os a encontrarem sua própria fonte. E não, a chave não significa a alma gêmea, mas o mapa... &amp;nbsp;talvez o mapa seja.&amp;nbsp;A chave quem escolhe é você. particularmente imagino que ela pertença ao espírito e quando você uni-lo à fé você obtém a chave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nathan Sampaio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CARPE DIEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Obs.: Cada um sabe o que guardou e perdeu, nem sempre se perde o que se guarda e nem sempre se perde porque se guarda. Mas claro se, como eu, você guardou algo precisa de uma "chave" e se perdeu precisa de &amp;nbsp;um "mapa". Meu texto é apenas desabafo momentaneo, logo eu acho o amor de novo. Eu sempre escondo ele e suas companheiras em um lugar fácil de achar... dentro do coração e na cabeça perto da razão. ;)&lt;/span&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/7725080472789823806-3021794837289896344?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/3021794837289896344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=3021794837289896344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3021794837289896344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/3021794837289896344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/04/guardei-amor.html' title='Guardei Amor'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-6596214852264986825</id><published>2010-04-10T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T13:59:27.248-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz de religião - Descubra qual é a sua</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Muito bem, brincadeira criada por mim para&amp;nbsp;descontração, pegue caneta e papel ou se tiver uma boa memória faça lendo mesmo. Vamos às perguntas:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)De quem você gosta muito?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Papa;&lt;br /&gt;b) Edir Macedo/ Pastores;&lt;br /&gt;c) Mãe Natureza;&lt;br /&gt;d) Nada ou Você mesmo;&lt;br /&gt;e) Deus/ Jesus;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)Como você imagina o fim dos tempos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Meteoro atingindo a terra;&lt;br /&gt;b) Pela profecia Maia em 2012;&lt;br /&gt;c) Jesus desce na terra, salva os bonzinhos e condena os malvados;&lt;br /&gt;d) Não haverá fim dos tempos;&lt;br /&gt;e) Todos congelados;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)O lugar que costuma frequentar aos domingos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Centro;&lt;br /&gt;b) Missa;&lt;br /&gt;c) Culto;&lt;br /&gt;d) Bares;&lt;br /&gt;e) É fantástico;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4)Em que você acredita mais que TUDO;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Na Bíblia;&lt;br /&gt;b) Em sinais misteriosos;&lt;br /&gt;c) Em milagres;&lt;br /&gt;d) Acredito é na rapaziada;&lt;br /&gt;e) Em uma força maior/ Amor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5)Qual seu canal favorito na televisão aberta?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Globo;&lt;br /&gt;b) Record;&lt;br /&gt;c) SBT;&lt;br /&gt;d) Rede TV;&lt;br /&gt;e) MTV;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6)O que você mais lê?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Terror, suspense;&lt;br /&gt;b) Livro sagrado;&lt;br /&gt;c) Romances;&lt;br /&gt;d) Conspiraçõs;&lt;br /&gt;e) Não leio;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7)Com que frase você mais se identifica?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) "Eu sou a mosca que pousou na sua sopa" ;&lt;br /&gt;b) "O sangue de Jesus tem poder";&lt;br /&gt;c) "Ela balança mais não pára";&lt;br /&gt;d) "Eu permito a todos serem como quiserem, e a mim ser como eu quiser";&lt;br /&gt;e) "A cada bela impressão que causamos, conquistamos um inimigo.&lt;br /&gt;Para ser popular é&amp;nbsp;indispensável&amp;nbsp;ser&amp;nbsp;medíocre";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está feito. agora vem a tabela de pontos, a cada letra que marcou em cada&lt;br /&gt;questão haverá uma pontuação, no fim some e veja qual religião é a sua cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Questão 1 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Questão 2 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Questão 3 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Questão 4&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a - 1 ponto &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a - 4 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a - 2 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a - 5 pontos &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;b - 3 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;b - 1 ponto &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;b - 1 ponto &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;b - 2 pontos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;c - 2 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;c - 3 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; c - 5 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;c - 1 ponto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;d - 5 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;d - 2 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;d - 6 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;d - 6 pontos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e - 4 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;e - 5 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;e - 4 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;e - 4 pontos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Questão 5 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Questão 6 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Questão 7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a - 2 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a - 2 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; a - 5 pontos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;b - 3 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;b - 4 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;b - 3 pontos &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;c - 1 ponto &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;c - 1 ponto &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;c - 4 pontos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;d - 6 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;d - 5 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;d - 2 pontos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e - 5 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;e - 3 pontos &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; e - ponto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agora some e confira o resultado:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;De 0 à 10 pontos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Católico&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - É aquele que nunca vai à missa, mas garante o seu lugar no&lt;br /&gt;céu por que deu uma esmola hoje. Quando vai à missa escuta o padre&lt;br /&gt;falar e concorda com tudo, quando não dorme. Também tem um&lt;br /&gt;pequeno problema em achar bíblias pela casa (já olhou em cima do&lt;br /&gt;guarda roupa?), e gosta muito de frequentar acampamentos animados&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp;churrascos beneficentes da igreja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;De 11 à 20 pontos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Espírita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - A maior concentração mundial dessa religião fica no Brasil,&lt;br /&gt;porém é a menor no Brasil, pelo menos enquanto não virar mania&lt;br /&gt;graças a grande repercussão atual na globo. O espírita é alguém&lt;br /&gt;liberal, acredita no lado bom da bíblia e preza o amor. Acredita&lt;br /&gt;fielmente em reencarnação, e crê que nossa missão na terra não pode&lt;br /&gt;ser completada em uma vida apenas. Não cobra de seus fiéis mais que&lt;br /&gt;a boa vontade e o amor por Jesus Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;De 21 à 30 pontos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Evangélico&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Para escrever sobre um evangélico e sobre esta religião&lt;br /&gt;é preciso mais que algumas bíblias, então logo aviso que não estou&lt;br /&gt;generalizando, apenas resumindo. O evangélico, crente na forma feliz&lt;br /&gt;de se auto-dominar, crê muito na bíblia e encara quase tudo ao pé da&lt;br /&gt;letra, acreditando, por exemplo, que uma mulher montada em um monstro&lt;br /&gt;de sete cabeças saíra do mar algum dia desses. As vezes não conseguem&lt;br /&gt;segurar a grande capacidade crítica que a maioria tem, e falam demais&lt;br /&gt;da religião alheia e acabam pregando mais o que é proibido do que é&lt;br /&gt;permitido. Esquecem que todos adoram ouvir o que pode em vez do que&lt;br /&gt;não pode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;De 31 à 40 ponto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Qualquer religião&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - &amp;nbsp;Parabéns, você é alguém sociável e se dá bem em&lt;br /&gt;qualquer religião. Mas um conselho: aceite Jesus, acredite nas chances&lt;br /&gt;das vidas e acredite no AMOR. Com isso, qualquer religião é dispensável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;De 41 pontos acima&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um ateu simpático&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - é isso, sem mais definições, você não acredita em&lt;br /&gt;Deus, Ele talvez acredite em você, provavelmente você acha que vai morrer&lt;br /&gt;e virar adubo, acabou, boa sorte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Espero tenham gostado, foi apenas uma brincadeira, na verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;um teste de Quiz. Afinal é o meu primeiro, e dá muita dor de cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Espero que todos tenham saído na religião correspondente, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;acima de tudo, que Amem muito e Adorem à Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7725080472789823806-6596214852264986825?l=carlosnathansam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/feeds/6596214852264986825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7725080472789823806&amp;postID=6596214852264986825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6596214852264986825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725080472789823806/posts/default/6596214852264986825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlosnathansam.blogspot.com/2010/04/quiz-de-religiao-descubra-qual-e-sua.html' title='Quiz de religião - Descubra qual é a sua'/><author><name>Nathan Sampaio Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10548366160343873419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7z7y86DV1U/TlMcR5O7eKI/AAAAAAAAAr0/hrc9PC2eNw4/s220/DSC_0625.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725080472789823806.post-4431440150778456283</id><published>2010-04-02T20:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:25:45.448-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lista de filmes que quero assistir (e com certeza vou recomendar)</title><content type='html'>Estava navegando pelo site da&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/movieawards/2010/categories.jhtml"&gt;MTV movie awards&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;que premiará vários atores e filmes em diversas categorias, desde melhor luta ao melhor filme. A lista que segue, representa alguns filmes indicados que eu ainda não assisti e alguns que eu ainda não conhecia e parecem ser ótimos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Filme &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Trailer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed (Obsessiva) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #070764; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=czmk4Uykykw"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0sUAyBMbjU"&gt;Nine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind side (Um sonho possível) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQfTU-CGOY8"&gt;The blind side&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers (Entre irmãos) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &am
