<?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-35739143</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:31:03.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tangerine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-2514238607524689037</id><published>2007-03-13T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:18:25.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bye, bye... so long... farewell...</title><content type='html'>mudando de endereço de novo, baby!&lt;br /&gt;agora é aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cokeandnet.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.cokeandnet.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUCO DE TANGERINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;eu te prometo não ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;eu te prometo cuidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;eu te prometo ficar assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sem chão , sem ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;quando você em chuva , tempestade ou sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;vier e me quiser beijar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;eu te prometo sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;você promete me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;tanta promessa pra quê se o vento pode mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;e simplesmente aqui estou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;e aqui eu gostaria muito de ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;suco de tangerina eu faria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;controle da tv eu te daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;até filminho de amor assistiria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;naqueles dias te suportaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;em meus melhores dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;eu até te mereceria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;eu te prometo suar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;em cada noite servir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;o que você me pedir eu vou te dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;e ninguem nessa rua , nesse mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;vendo tanto amor vai nos perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Gramophone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-2514238607524689037?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2514238607524689037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=2514238607524689037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/2514238607524689037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/2514238607524689037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/03/bye-bye-so-long-farewell.html' title='bye, bye... so long... farewell...'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-4694349321495732633</id><published>2007-03-09T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T11:03:18.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy with No Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/RfIwW9CTMbI/AAAAAAAAABE/jwCDqZ6yqck/s1600-h/travis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040144103880470962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/RfIwW9CTMbI/AAAAAAAAABE/jwCDqZ6yqck/s400/travis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eu ainda não sei explicar o que Travis me faz sentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas de todas as bandas e todas as músicas e todos os ritmos que eu já ouvi até hoje, é a que mais me emociona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e por mais que você (caro leitor), não conheça ou não goste ou não sinta o mesmo, eu &lt;strong&gt;preciso&lt;/strong&gt; contar que eles tão lançando o 5º CD dia 23 de abril (no Reino Unido) e que vai se chamar The Boy With No Name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a música de trabalho se chama Closer e o clip já tá pronto! ainda não está disponível no youtube (pelo menos não estava até o momento dessa postagem), mas eu já assisti porque o &lt;a href="http://www.travisonline.com"&gt;site oficial&lt;/a&gt; da banda me mandou por email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o clip se passa num supermercado e tem até participação de famosos (Ben Stiler).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040146487587320258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="91" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/RfIyhtCTMcI/AAAAAAAAABM/t6q03ShpgZI/s400/travis+clip.JPG" width="424" border="0" /&gt;pode-se dizer que os anos realmente se passaram para o fran (vocalista) e eu fico até meio assustada quando lembro do garotinho no &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHpEqMg8kvo"&gt;clip de all I wanna do is rock&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu estou realmente muito feliz pelo CD novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;essas são as faixas dele (algumas já disponíveis pra download):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11753937/46ef6496/01_3_Times_And_You_Lose.html"&gt;01. 3 Times And You Lose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11755253/3ee6b734/02_Selfish_Jean.html"&gt;02. Selfish Jean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11754579/51f64d48/03_Closer.html"&gt;03. Closer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11754341/708dea0b/04_Big_Chair.html"&gt;04. Big Chair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11755549/c26779ee/05_Battleships.html"&gt;05. Battleships&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11584903/4220ae4f/06_Eyes_Wide_Open.html"&gt;06. Eyes Wide Open&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11755062/6148000f/07_My_Eyes.html"&gt;07. My Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;08. One Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;09. Out In Space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Colder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. New Amsterdam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11584813/5af9f539/12_Under_The_Moonlight_ft_KT_Tunstall_Bonus_Track.html"&gt;12. Under The Moonlight [Bonus Track]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/travis"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZ_E-7cN8fA"&gt;big chair no youtube&lt;/a&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/35739143-4694349321495732633?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4694349321495732633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=4694349321495732633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/4694349321495732633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/4694349321495732633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/03/boy-with-no-name-o.html' title='The Boy with No Name'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/RfIwW9CTMbI/AAAAAAAAABE/jwCDqZ6yqck/s72-c/travis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-1073878136085025971</id><published>2007-03-06T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:34:47.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuros Amantes</title><content type='html'>Sempre que ouço uma música, fico interpretando a letra...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é por isso, inclusive, que só instrumental nunca me atraiu muito.&lt;br /&gt;Tem uma música do Chico, minha preferida, talvez... que diz o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não se afobe, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que nada é pra já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor não tem pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ele pode esperar em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Num fundo de armário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na posta-restante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Milênios, milênios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E quem sabe, então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Rio será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alguma cidade submersa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os escafandristas virão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Explorar sua casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seu quarto, suas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sua alma, desvãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sábios em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tentarão decifrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O eco de antigas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fragmentos de cartas, poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mentiras, retratos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vestígios de estranha civilização&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não se afobe, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que nada é pra já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amores serão sempre amáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Futuros amantes, quiçá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se amarão sem saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com o amor que eu um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deixei pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre imaginei uma pessoa, esperando por outra “em silêncio”.&lt;br /&gt;E esse amor ficaria guardado, “num fundo de armário”,  em forma de “cartas, poemas, mentiras, retratos”...&lt;br /&gt;Até que “milênios, milênios no ar” se passariam... e um dia um outro casal encontraria esses “vestígios”, que serviriam de inspiração para o amor deles.&lt;br /&gt;E só assim o amor do primeiro casal seria concretizado: através de outras pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, eu também pensava que se o amor do primeiro casal nunca se concetrizou entre os dois, qual a vantagem de ficar esperando?&lt;br /&gt;Qual a vantagem de pensar que “nada é pra já”? Que “o amor não tem pressa, ele pode esperar”?&lt;br /&gt;Será que pode mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu ia postar um vídeo aqui, mas o youtube ficou me enrolando e até agora não colocou o vídeo que eu escolhi no blog... então não se assustem se depois vocês encontrarem aqui o chico buarque postado três vezes seguidas (ou mais)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-1073878136085025971?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-1574323121134176013</id><published>2007-03-03T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T11:06:59.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu tenho...</title><content type='html'>Seis furos nas orelhas.&lt;br /&gt;Um piercing.&lt;br /&gt;Duas tatuagens.&lt;br /&gt;Três amores que não deram certo&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos dez amigos e incontáveis pares de Havaianas.&lt;br /&gt;Um vestido de festa que nunca usei.&lt;br /&gt;E nenhuma sandália que combine com ele.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho várias cartas guardadas numa caixinha do Pequeno Príncipe.&lt;br /&gt;E, juntos com elas, duas fotos de uma pessoa que eu fico vendo em cada esquina.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a revista número 1 da MTV e todos os dvds da minha banda preferida.&lt;br /&gt;2 livros do Zuenir Ventura, 5 pares de All Star, 1 telefone do Garfield.&lt;br /&gt;E várias, mas várias canecas mesmo... todas coloridas.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho mais dois anos de curso e um medo enorme do que vai acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;O pai que eu escolhi, a melhor mãe-amiga do mundo (ou quase) e um avô que eu (infelizmente) detesto.&lt;br /&gt;Também um poodle chato que passa o dia latindo (mas gosto dele).&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vários filmes preferidos e uma música da minha vida pra cada momento.&lt;br /&gt;E muitas, muitas vezes, tenho vontade de sair correndo pelo mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-1574323121134176013?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1574323121134176013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=1574323121134176013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/1574323121134176013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/1574323121134176013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/03/eu-tenho.html' title='Eu tenho...'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-3046772474839657130</id><published>2007-03-01T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T06:25:24.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 nomes pelos quais você atende:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Maria Clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ter nome composto é o que há...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 nomes de "tela":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) kLarInHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(mIRC)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Clarinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Clementine, The tangerine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Coisas que você gosta em você:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Capacidade de adaptação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Inteligência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Bom senso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Coisas que você odeia/não gosta em você:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Intolerância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Comodismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Descaso involuntário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Partes da sua herança:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Portuguesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Indígena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Brasileira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(também...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Coisas que assustam você:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Borboletas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(daquelas bem grandes e pretas... irc!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Relacionamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Pensar no futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Coisas essenciais no seu dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Algo pra ler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Coisas que você está vestindo agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Camiseta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Calcinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 dos seus artistas/bandas favoritos (neste momento):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Travis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sempre)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) The Cardigans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Nouvelle Vague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 das suas canções favoritas (neste momento):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Nouvelle Vague - I melt with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Madonna - what it feels like for a girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(revival moment)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) The Cardigans - communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 novas coisas que você quer tentar nos próximos 12 meses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Emprego/estágio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Continuar gostando do meu curso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Resolver meus problemas com relacionamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Duas verdades e uma mentira: Qual é a mentira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Faz três meses que não termino um livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Estou reformulando minha alimentação e vou passar a comer frutas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Tenho pensado seriamente em ficar com meu ex de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Nomes de filhos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Isobel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Luca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Clementine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(lê-se da maneira que é escrito mesmo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Coisas que simplesmente você não consegue fazer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Comer carne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Perder o medo de altura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 dos seus hobbies favoritos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Ouvir música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Ler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Conversar besteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Coisas que você quer fazer antes de morrer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Aprender piano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(faz parte dos meus planos pra terceira idade)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Conhecer Glasgow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Abrir uma livraria, locadora ou loja de CD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(podia ser os três juntos também...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://desespperando.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Natália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; me amaldiçoou e, de acordo com a lenda, você deve passar pra outras pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;então, por favor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imperfeitamente.blogger.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oseguinte.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Paula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://woe.zip.net/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, postem suas listinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-3046772474839657130?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/3046772474839657130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=3046772474839657130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/3046772474839657130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/3046772474839657130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/03/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-1278359964984512125</id><published>2007-02-23T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T21:48:10.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"don't wake me i'm plan on sleeping"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uma vez a natália falou no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://desespperando.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blog dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sobre o sono que a gente sente por não ter o que "pensar/fazer/dizer"... e eu lembrei que comigo também acontece o contrário: eu sinto muito sono quando quero fugir de algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando eu trabalhava (e detestava) como recepcionista/secretária/atendente/whatever numa certa escola de idiomas, por exemplo, eu ia trabalhar todos os dias morrendo de sono... o que era natural, porque era pela manhã e eu costumo dormir depois das 3 e acordar depois do meio dia. mas nos sábados eu trabalhava à tarde (e não sou do tipo que sente sono depois do almoço)... e quando dava um pouco antes de 1:30 (horário de entrar no trabalho), eu começava a sentir um sono incontrolável e inexplicável... que eu só conseguia entender como uma fuga mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultimamente eu tenho sentido esse mesmo sono sem explicação... e geralmente durante o dia... me dá uma preguiça das pessoas, das coisas ao meu redor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre achei interessante a idéia da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icb.ufmg.br/lpf/revista/revista2/panorama/cap10.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sonoterapia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quem sabe dormir bastante fosse fazer o tempo passar mais rápido e resolver alguns problemas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-1278359964984512125?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1278359964984512125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=1278359964984512125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/Rd3Nq0dprsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dHEXmM64bHs/s1600-h/bj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034406093991292610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/Rd3Nq0dprsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dHEXmM64bHs/s320/bj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais &lt;a href="http://bonevelhojovi.blogspot.com/"&gt;alguém&lt;/a&gt; que admira a poesia das letras de bon jovi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/35739143-548813890841215711?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/548813890841215711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-5662866411445163203</id><published>2007-02-17T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T11:26:55.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/RddVw0dprrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eg4MFnL0Mfw/s1600-h/vd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032585405814910642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/RddVw0dprrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eg4MFnL0Mfw/s320/vd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu sei que foi dia 14.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e que dia 14 já passou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas eu esqueci de postar na data... #)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e também sei que a gente mora no Brasil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;separei cartões legais e românticos (?):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happytreefriends.com/watch_episodes/flash/valentine.html"&gt;Happy Tree Friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hallmark.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ecard1000110051713427-2;-102001;11441;-102250;69053P1R1Snull"&gt;Anti-Valentine's Day Teddy Bear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&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/35739143-5662866411445163203?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/5662866411445163203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=5662866411445163203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/5662866411445163203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/5662866411445163203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/RddVw0dprrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eg4MFnL0Mfw/s72-c/vd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-117124280884263816</id><published>2007-02-11T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:13:28.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cê também?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu pensei em fazer uma lista de coisas que eu acho comuns, mas na verdade são estranhas.&lt;br /&gt;como a história da bolha que eu citei num &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/02/palavras-desconexas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;post anterior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;pensei em ficar observando essas coisas e anotar num bloquinho e depois fazer um texto decente sobre isso.&lt;br /&gt;mas não ando com muita paciência pra sentar e escrever algo decente, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;aliás... quem lê o blog já deve ter notado isso há tempos.&lt;br /&gt;enfim... só quero descobrir se mais alguém já pensou uma dessas coisas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando me empolgo numa leitura, assim que fecho o livro fico narrando mentalmente tudo que penso e faço, quase como acontece em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinemacomrapadura.com.br/filmes/?id_filme=2054"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mais estranho que a ficção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quando termino de assistir um filme com áudio em inglês, fico pensando em inglês por um tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;na época de colégio das irmãs, sempre que eu ia passar pela quadra, me sentia como num filme... quando toda a multidão se move, mas está desfocada e só você tem destaque, caminhando entre as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;às vezes as pessoas tão falando comigo e eu não tô nem ouvindo, porque tô fixada num ponto, lembrando de algo que aconteceu naquele local e revivendo aquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gosto de ficar deitada na cama, de cabeça pra baixo, no escuro, ouvindo música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;só consigo prestar atenção direito na aula se tiver fazendo outra coisa. por exemplo? riscando uma folha... porque se tentar me concentrar só na voz do professor, meu pensamento voa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-117124280884263816?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/117124280884263816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=117124280884263816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117124280884263816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117124280884263816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/02/c-tambm.html' title='cê também?'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-117090774255679188</id><published>2007-02-07T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:09:02.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>você acredita em alguma utopia?</title><content type='html'>eu ainda tô decidindo o que pensar sobre as minhas...&lt;br /&gt;mas acho que vou seguir o conselho da &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=6685692391124057008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: me ajoelhar de frente pra meca e pensar no limão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que tudo cure...&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/35739143-117090774255679188?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/117090774255679188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=117090774255679188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117090774255679188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117090774255679188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/02/voc-acredita-em-alguma-utopia.html' title='você acredita em alguma utopia?'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-117080491329379415</id><published>2007-02-06T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T15:35:13.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>palavras desconexas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não sei se você já sentiu isso... mas às vezes, quando penso em algo que eu gostaria de não ter feito, eu aperto meus olhos e imagino esse algo dentro de uma bolha e depois explodo essa bolha, na tentativa de fazer a coisa sumir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isso não funciona. mas eu faço... e me pergunto se mais pessoas fazem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não... não tem nada que eu queira apagar agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;só tava pensando a respeito disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;é que eu tenho pensado a respeito de muitas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;realmente tenho pensado demais esses dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e as aulas começaram e não consigo me concentrar e não tive aula ainda da matéria pela qual anseio (redação publicitária).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e as pessoas no ceut ficam me perguntando o que aconteceu nas férias que eu tô diferente. e me sinto diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eles disseram que eu tô mais madura... acho que é porque a gente ainda não passou tempo suficiente juntos... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bom... eu achava que queria ser redatora. mas agora nem sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e fico ouvindo aqueles professores todos falarem sobre "as pessoas que estão ali só pra fazer um curso"... e sei que eu gosto de publicidade, mas... agora realmente não sei o que quero fazer da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;em dois anos me formo e isso parece amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;queria realmente que esses dois anos voassem. por outros motivos. mas tenho medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e queria decidir agora o que fazer da minha vida daqui a dois anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas não posso, sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;agora tô ouvindo um cd de canções do chico buarque gravadas por outras pessoas, que um amigo trouxe de viagem pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, as palavras do chico amortecem um pouco os pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-117080491329379415?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/117080491329379415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=117080491329379415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117080491329379415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117080491329379415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/02/palavras-desconexas.html' title='palavras desconexas'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-117061157804021776</id><published>2007-02-04T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T09:52:58.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu realmente acho legal quem faz do blog um tipo de diário e conta suas coisas com bastante clareza.&lt;br /&gt;quando comecei o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.o-relicario.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;antigo blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, não era essa a intenção... claro que a gente desabafa às vezes, mas eu sempre procurei não ser explícita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e antes de ter blogs eu usava cadernos... e escrevia textos bem detalhados, do gênero ninguém-pode-ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas aí fui gradativamente passando esses textos pra cá, quase sem detalhes e procurando ser sempre vaga... e assim fui deixando meus caderninhos de lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;acontece que as pessoas acabam se tocando do que ou de quem eu tô falando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tipo um amigo desocupado que resolveu ler todo o meu blog, ligou as coisas e ficou sabendo de quem eu gostava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não que fosse um segredo... na verdade eu nem escondia muito... mas... eu não contei pra ele e ele soube. entendeu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aí eu senti que era hora de mudar a conduta do blog ou de voltar pro caderninho ou até mesmo de fechar o blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pensei em acabar com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ou deletar inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e eu sinto até vergonha quando penso que esse menino de quem eu gosto pode ler ou já leu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu gosto daqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e não quero acabar com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e às vezes acontecem coisas que me deixam realmente feliz e eu queria contar tudo aqui... mas... é... acho que vou ali pegar meu caderninho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-117061157804021776?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/117061157804021776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=117061157804021776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117061157804021776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117061157804021776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/02/p.html' title='=P'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-117022478753891426</id><published>2007-01-30T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:33:28.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>não</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;percebi que não gosto muito de coisas que alteram minha rotina.&lt;br /&gt;e que fujo delas.&lt;br /&gt;não gosto quando não sei onde estão as coisas - eu entendo meus cds misturados e minhas blusas emboladas na gaveta.&lt;br /&gt;não gosto de não ter a rotina da aula... e muito menos de não poder me queixar do horário, do quão chato é conviver com boa parte daquelas pessoas, das falhas dos professores...&lt;br /&gt;não gosto de abrir meu blog preferido e encontrá-lo fora do ar.&lt;br /&gt;nem desse desconhecido bipando o telefone do meu quarto, pontual e diariamente.&lt;br /&gt;não gosto de surpresas (ou da maior parte delas), nem de coisas que fogem ao meu controle.&lt;br /&gt;tampouco gosto de convenções.&lt;br /&gt;e não me apego ao calendário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! meu ano começa semana que vem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu aguento até os modernos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E seus segundos cadernos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu aguento até os caretas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E suas verdades perfeitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O que eu não gosto é do bom gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não gosto de bom senso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adriana-calcanhotto.letras.terra.com.br/letras/66697/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Adriana Calcanhotto - Senhas)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-117022478753891426?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/117022478753891426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=117022478753891426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117022478753891426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117022478753891426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/no.html' title='não'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116976225176663434</id><published>2007-01-25T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:57:31.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ai ai ai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today's fortune:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always have good luck in your personal affairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;até o orkut tira onda com a minha cara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116976225176663434?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116976225176663434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116976225176663434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116976225176663434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116976225176663434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/ai-ai-ai.html' title='ai ai ai...'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116939372379776314</id><published>2007-01-21T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T07:35:23.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;they don't love like I love you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma-a-a-a-aps, wait!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/1600/398764/yyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/320/841120/yyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, eu me rendo!&lt;br /&gt;eu gostei de yeah yeah yeahs!&lt;br /&gt;(ou pelo menos dessa música...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yeahyeahyeahs.com/"&gt;site oficial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrBoKb9iLNg&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;maps acústico&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.: mas ainda acho que ela podia gritar menos...&lt;/em&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/35739143-116939372379776314?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116939372379776314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116939372379776314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116939372379776314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116939372379776314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/wait.html' title='WAIT!'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116919200333670361</id><published>2007-01-18T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:35:35.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>medrosa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu não sei se sofro de insônia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas acho que não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;acho que meus horários só são trocados mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;agora são 4:14 (da manhã)... e até sinto sono. mas não quero dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não é só preguiça de ir dormir (sinto isso às vezes. fato).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;é vontade de ficar aqui mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pensando nas coisas que eu deveria ter feito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoje tava lembrando de circo de feras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"nunca dei um passo que fosse o correto, eu nunca fiz nada que batesse certo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e é bem isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e penso sempre no SE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não gosto dele. mas está sempre comigo... esse tal de SE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e eu sou besta mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;porque claro que eu queria o beijo, mas... sabe o olhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;poisé... aquele olhar me bastou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aquele olhar me disse mil coisas e me trouxe mil interrogações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e só o olhar já me fez tremer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e sentir a respiração perto também fez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e essas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e tudo isso confunde mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e dá medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;medo das descobertas, que vieram a longo prazo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;medo do futuro... que pede um prazo mais longo ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;medo do nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;medo do sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=15746843"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=15746843&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116919200333670361?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116919200333670361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116919200333670361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116919200333670361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116919200333670361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/medrosa.html' title='medrosa...'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116893586775353234</id><published>2007-01-16T00:24:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T08:02:44.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft &amp; Warm - Voxtrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/APtRnP8-Hqk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voxtrot é um quinteto do Texas, que começou em 2005 e até agora não lançou nenhum álbum. no entanto, eles tem 3 EPs, somando 13 músicas. pra quem gosta de smiths, o som é bem semelhante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um amigo me apresentou Voxtrot semana passada e eu me viciei! to-das as músicas deles são boas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voxtrot.net/"&gt;site oficial.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/voxtrot"&gt;my space.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=6244330&amp;tid=2510126065577480685&amp;amp;na=4"&gt;download.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116893586775353234?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116893586775353234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116893586775353234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116893586775353234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116893586775353234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/soft-warm-voxtrot.html' title='Soft &amp; Warm - Voxtrot'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116893552554749910</id><published>2007-01-16T00:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T06:48:20.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't know what I'm looking for but I know that I just wanna look some more"</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/tORZDgi3GLo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Benson é um cantor de Detroit que teve seu primeiro álbum lançado em 96 e tornou-se mais conhecido ano passado, quando se juntou com Jack White (do White Stripes) e outros caras formando o Raconteurs (leia mais sobre eles &lt;a href="http://www.screamyell.com.br/musicadois/raconteurs.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a qualidade desse vídeo não é boa, mas foi o único que eu achei dessa música... e eu queria mostrá-la porque tenho escutado praticamente no repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy it... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sites oficiais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brendanbenson.com/"&gt;Brendan Benson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitestripes.com/"&gt;The White Stripes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theraconteurs.com/"&gt;The Raconteurs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlylyrics.com/song.php?id=29916"&gt;letra da música.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brendanbenson.com/music.shtml"&gt;download.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116893552554749910?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116893552554749910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116893552554749910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116893552554749910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116893552554749910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-know-what-im-looking-for-but-i_16.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t know what I&apos;m looking for but I know that I just wanna look some more&quot;'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116872636854327765</id><published>2007-01-13T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:14:22.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"playing with this bow and arrow"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;nunca entendi bem se sou mutação ou se a inconstância me persegue.&lt;br /&gt;mas sempre sou acusada de mudanças que nem sei se sofri realmente.&lt;br /&gt;e agora encontro-me num desses estágios de transição.&lt;br /&gt;quando você tenta entender as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;quando você espera a hora da mudança.&lt;br /&gt;quando você não sabe qual caminho seguir, mas não é qualquer um que serve - e os conselhos do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heritage.edu/test/cheshire.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gato de Cheshire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; não funcionam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116872636854327765?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116872636854327765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116872636854327765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116872636854327765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116872636854327765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/playing-with-this-bow-and-arrow.html' title='&quot;playing with this bow and arrow&quot;'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116778932321383783</id><published>2007-01-02T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:55:23.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu não tenho muita sensibilidade pra essas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e agora não sei se eu peguei um fora, dois ou nenhum... (da mesma pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas ouvi algo realmente estranho de se dizer se você quer ficar com uma pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e como diria a thaty (minha prima): doido não ama, cisma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;então eu devo estar cismada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;só porque ele me ignora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e bota banca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e faz muito pior do que eu já fiz algum dia com ele... (ou não)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de qualquer forma, não tô me importando muito se vou ou não quebrar mais ainda a cara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu quero é tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e se ele vai me dar um fora (segundo, terceiro ou primeiro...), que seja bem claro e bem sonoro... porque ainda não entendi a mensagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                de volta da praia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116778932321383783?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116778932321383783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116778932321383783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116778932321383783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116778932321383783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/trying.html' title='trying'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116726074854244184</id><published>2006-12-27T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:11:55.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just wanna have fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/1600/246906/The_Beach_by_ReyMerin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/200/354544/The_Beach_by_ReyMerin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you get drunk, I'll be the wine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ainda me emociono com o Bon Jovi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ai ai ai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me ausentarei para dias de praia (thank God!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas, para sua distração, separei alguns vídeos da banda norueguesa Hurra Torpedo. Eles fazem versões de músicas a partir de fogões, lavadoras e outros utensílios domésticos que são destruídos durantes as apresentações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OemgQuSUb8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;total eclipse of the heart (bonnie tyler) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MuZwnC9rB-A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the things she said (tatu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a versão de toxic (aquela mesmo... da britney...) também ficou muito original, mas o vídeo disponível no youtube é inaudível. então, se quiser ouví-la, baixe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/9203216/02-toxic.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;agora... deseje-me boa viagem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116726074854244184?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116726074854244184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116726074854244184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116726074854244184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116726074854244184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='just wanna have fun!'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116709372347318521</id><published>2006-12-25T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:44:54.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you wanna play?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/1600/393491/rainy_day_bw__by_HealYourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/200/905697/rainy_day_bw__by_HealYourself.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você saber como as coisas vão acontecer não evita a decepção...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas você ainda pode mandar tudo à merda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me take your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm shaking like milk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turning blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All over the windows and the floors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fires outside in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look as perfect as cats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The two of us together again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's just the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A stupid game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't care if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't feel if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want it if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't say it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't say it first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think you're tired now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But wait until three...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughing at the Christmas lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of this then back again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay alive but stay the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A stupid game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't care if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't feel if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want it if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't play it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't play it first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't even see now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you ask me the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wonder if it's real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because it couldn't be rain...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the right doorway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And into the white room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It used to be the dust that would lay here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I came here alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't care if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't feel if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want it if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't say it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't say it first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doo doo doo doo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's go to bed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doo doo doo doo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's go to bed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Cure - Let's Go To Bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zShB3xbp4R8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vídeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-cure.letras.terra.com.br/letras/328821/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tradução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116709372347318521?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116709372347318521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116709372347318521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116709372347318521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116709372347318521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-you-wanna-play.html' title='do you wanna play?'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116657512554326721</id><published>2006-12-19T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T16:45:09.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>você gosta de natal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/1600/868752/christmas%20tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/320/244374/christmas%20tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"I don't love anything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Not even christmas&lt;br /&gt;Especially not that..."&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIMvvvqLFYY"&gt;Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque o natal é triste... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116657512554326721?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116657512554326721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116657512554326721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116657512554326721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116657512554326721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/12/voc-gosta-de-natal.html' title='você gosta de natal?'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116630718750099865</id><published>2006-12-16T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T14:16:38.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"ano novo, caixa de comentários nova"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não sou a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oseguinte.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;paula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, mas é o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;para poder ativar a nova &lt;em&gt;frescura&lt;/em&gt; que eu inventei pra esse blog, tive que zerar os comentários...&lt;br /&gt;então vamos pensar de acordo com o tal &lt;em&gt;espírito de final de ano&lt;/em&gt;: é tempo de recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;é...&lt;br /&gt;eu também acho isso uma besteira...&lt;br /&gt;de qualquer forma, quero agradecer cada &lt;em&gt;comment&lt;/em&gt; já feito aqui até hoje...&lt;br /&gt;espero que usem bastante a nova e bem mais bonita caixa de comentários...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e... aproveitando a deixa do &lt;em&gt;espírito de final de ano,&lt;/em&gt; aqui vai uma lista de tops de 2006, que pensei rapidamente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;banda:&lt;/strong&gt; the cure e death cab for cutie &lt;em&gt;(as duas paixões do ano)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;música:&lt;/strong&gt; if she wants me - belle and sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;show:&lt;/strong&gt; los hermanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;filme no cinema:&lt;/strong&gt; v de vingança &lt;em&gt;(justamente porque eu detesto esse tipo de história, e desse filme eu gostei; e provavelmente porque não vi volver ainda)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;filme em casa:&lt;/strong&gt; brilho eterno de uma mente sem lembranças &lt;em&gt;(continua sendo o que mais assisto)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriado:&lt;/strong&gt; lost &lt;em&gt;(eu nunca disse que essa lista seria inovadora)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;livro:&lt;/strong&gt; o diabo veste prada &lt;em&gt;(porque me mostrou que leitura fútil também pode ser divertida)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;viagem:&lt;/strong&gt; pedro II &lt;em&gt;(não só porque foi a única...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comida:&lt;/strong&gt; rocambole de espinafre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bebida:&lt;/strong&gt; nescauzinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquisição:&lt;/strong&gt; segunda tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;descoberta:&lt;/strong&gt; "songs and letters" &lt;em&gt;(entendeu?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decisão:&lt;/strong&gt; permanecer no curso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;experiência:&lt;/strong&gt; primeiro "emprego"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tentei:&lt;/strong&gt; aprender a tocar violão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;consegui:&lt;/strong&gt; bons amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lição do ano:&lt;/strong&gt; eu devia voltar a beber...&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/35739143-116630718750099865?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116630718750099865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116630718750099865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116630718750099865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116630718750099865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/12/ano-novo-caixa-de-comentrios-nova.html' title='&quot;ano novo, caixa de comentários nova&quot;'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116594899727992032</id><published>2006-12-12T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T10:43:17.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>então...</title><content type='html'>não sei se você também se sente assim...&lt;br /&gt;mas eu tenho medo de ouvir certas músicas.&lt;br /&gt;não sei se tenho mais medo de mim, delas ou delas em mim.&lt;br /&gt;mas evito, geralmente.&lt;br /&gt;e uma bela hora decido ouví-las... só para passear pelos sentimentos que elas despertam.&lt;br /&gt;bons ou ruins.&lt;br /&gt;às vezes fugindo do choro me sinto mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;mas às vezes é preciso chorar pra saber que está vivo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116594899727992032?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116594899727992032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116594899727992032&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116594899727992032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116594899727992032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/12/ento.html' title='então...'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116569627270333279</id><published>2006-12-09T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:35:42.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balatetta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por não ter esperança de beija-lo&lt;br /&gt;Eu mesmo, ou de abraça-lo,&lt;br /&gt;Ou contar-lhe do amor que me corrói&lt;br /&gt;O coração vassalo,&lt;br /&gt;Vai tu, poema, ao meu&lt;br /&gt;Amado, vai ao seu&lt;br /&gt;Quarto dizer-lhe quanto, quanto dói&lt;br /&gt;Amar sem ser amado,&lt;br /&gt;Amar calado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijai-o vós, felizes&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que levíssimas envio&lt;br /&gt;Rumo aos quentes países&lt;br /&gt;De seu corpo dormente, rumo ao frio&lt;br /&gt;Vale onde vaga a alma&lt;br /&gt;Liberta que na calma&lt;br /&gt;Da noite vai sonhando, indiferente&lt;br /&gt;À fonte que, de ardente,&lt;br /&gt;Gera em meu rosto um rio&lt;br /&gt;Resplandecente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sonolento ramo&lt;br /&gt;Pousai, palavras minhas, e cantai&lt;br /&gt;Repetindo: eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Ele, que dorme, e vai&lt;br /&gt;De reino em reino cavalgando sua&lt;br /&gt;Beleza sob a lua,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrará na voz de vosso canto&lt;br /&gt;Motivo de acalanto;&lt;br /&gt;E dormirá mais longe ainda, enquanto&lt;br /&gt;Eu, carregando só, por esta rua&lt;br /&gt;Difícil, meu pesado&lt;br /&gt;Coração recusado,&lt;br /&gt;Verei, nesse seu sono renovado,&lt;br /&gt;Razão de desencanto&lt;br /&gt;E de mais pranto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto cantai, palavras: quem&lt;br /&gt;Vos disse que chorásseis, vós também?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mário Faustino)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tá... é meloso, eu sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=3994957231988495464"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mayra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; me mostrou dizendo que lembrou de uma certa moça, que gosta de um certo rapaz (que está longe...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e eu concordei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e gostei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116569627270333279?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116569627270333279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116569627270333279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116569627270333279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116569627270333279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/12/balatetta.html' title='Balatetta'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116537551003309765</id><published>2006-12-05T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:25:10.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to wake up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/1600/673648/letters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/200/767329/letters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dificilmente eu paro e olho pra trás. mas tem calendários dentro da minha cabeça, registrando todos os dias que se passaram e imaginando alguns que virão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;às vezes abro um calendário bem antigo, e me dá vontade de voltar dias, anos... e reviver coisas. de um jeito diferente. refazê-las. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dá saudade de um telefonema que recebi num fim de ano, de um orelhão na praia...  e me dá saudade até da saudade que eu senti falando com a pessoa nesse momento. e lembro com tanta clareza que me faz não compreender o motivo que me levou a abafar as coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lembro ainda de tantas coisas que seria até meloso listar. e eu não sou mulherzinha a esse ponto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;essa volta pelo tempo me faz perguntar onde estive e... por que há tantos desencontros na vida, se vinicius diz que ela é a arte do encontro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;revendo os últimos sete meses, penso quem foi enganado: eu, com todas as ilusões que criei? o moço, dono de todas as claves, sons e silêncios de cada música que ouço? ou o tempo, ludibriado por tantas cartas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas esse tempo passou... e meu calendário agora marca o mês que virá, e é ilustrado por todas as minhas dúvidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/35739143-116537551003309765?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116537551003309765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116537551003309765&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116537551003309765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116537551003309765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-to-wake-up.html' title='time to wake up'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116500761342446236</id><published>2006-12-01T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T13:13:34.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crianças no msn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/1600/803947/msn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/320/694791/msn3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isso foi um "diálogo" com minha prima de 12 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ela é daquelas pessoas cujas frases brilham, piscam e se movimentam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu não tenho muita paciência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se você não conseguiu entender, ela disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;olá e com você vai bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah você quer uma foto minha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(assim mesmo, sem pontuar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116500761342446236?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116500761342446236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116500761342446236&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116500761342446236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116500761342446236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/12/crianas-no-msn.html' title='crianças no msn...'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116464630049079105</id><published>2006-11-27T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T09:03:59.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elliott Smith - Clementine</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/6Qd8VsWsjuE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They're waking you up to close the bar&lt;br /&gt;The street's wet you can tell by the sound of the cars&lt;br /&gt;The bartender's singing clementine&lt;br /&gt;While he's turning around the open sign&lt;br /&gt;Dreadful sorry clementine&lt;br /&gt;Though you're still her man&lt;br /&gt;It seems a long time gone&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the whole thing's wrong&lt;br /&gt;What if she thinks so but just didn't say so?&lt;br /&gt;You drank yourself into slo-mo&lt;br /&gt;Made an angel in the snow&lt;br /&gt;Anything to pass the time&lt;br /&gt;And keep that song out of yr mind&lt;br /&gt;Oh my darling&lt;br /&gt;Oh my darling&lt;br /&gt;Oh my darling clementine&lt;br /&gt;Dreadful sorry clementine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não é a melhor apresentação, mas foi a única que eu encontrei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116464630049079105?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116464630049079105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116464630049079105&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116464630049079105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116464630049079105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/11/elliott-smith-clementine.html' title='Elliott Smith - Clementine'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116432958587803942</id><published>2006-11-23T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:22:23.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tic tac tic tac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/1600/839428/eternal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/320/707548/eternal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"e o próximo instante, eu sei, é quase lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;peço não saber até você voltar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Fez-se Mar - Los Hermanos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116432958587803942?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116432958587803942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116432958587803942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116432958587803942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116432958587803942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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que eu detestei e passei mais tempo tentando entender como a mulher do meu lado chorava tanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o que não vi todo foi &lt;em&gt;o preço de um resgate&lt;/em&gt;, porque fui com minha mãe e ela não aguentou ficar até o final (não, ela não gosta de cinema).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a sessão mais vazia foi &lt;em&gt;eu, eu mesmo e irene&lt;/em&gt;. fui com a larissa (minha melhor amiga) e, além de nós duas, não tinha mais ninguém no cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a vez mais engraçada (e irritante talvez), foi no primeiro &lt;em&gt;harry potter&lt;/em&gt;. eu nem gostava ainda, não tinha lido nenhum livro, fui só porque o giovanni e a larissa gostavam... e, lógico, tava cheio de criança (a parte irritante), mas foi divertido (acho que só por estar com eles mesmo)... lembrar desse dia me desperta um sentimento bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a pior ida foi em &lt;em&gt;o último samurai&lt;/em&gt;... for razões que não vou especificar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;assiti bêbada (não, não acho isso bonito) &lt;em&gt;tróia&lt;/em&gt;, mas lembro direitinho do filme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a melhor ida "filminho adolescente besta" foi &lt;em&gt;eu sei o que vocês fizeram no verão passado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;melhor infantil foi &lt;em&gt;a era do gelo 2&lt;/em&gt; (inclusive, só no cinema, assisti duas vezes...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pior filme de todos foi &lt;em&gt;matrix&lt;/em&gt; (pode me criticar quem quiser, mas nem me dei ao trabalho de assistir os outros dois...). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o melhor de todos: &lt;em&gt;amnesia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;melhor estréia: &lt;em&gt;harry potter 4 &lt;/em&gt;(dessa vez eu já gostava. já tinha lido todos os livros, mas nunca fui muito fã dos filmes. mesmo assim, cheguei no shopping de manhã para não correr o risco de perder a sessão. e certamente o &lt;em&gt;cálice de fogo &lt;/em&gt;é o melhor até agora).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;melhor nacional: &lt;em&gt;carandiru.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;considerações finais: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;já assisti um filme do didi no cinema (não me lembro qual) e também aquele da angélica (&lt;em&gt;entrando na tv&lt;/em&gt;, eu acho). #)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nunca consegui ir sozinha (embora tenha muita vontade). é &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;algo que meu super-ego impede...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;convido &lt;a href="http://www.diariododoug.blogspot.com/"&gt;antonny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.eusousubversiva.blogger.com.br/"&gt;dane&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.lorenapagina.blogspot.com/"&gt;lorena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.oseguinte.blogspot.com/"&gt;paula&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.troubleboy84.blogspot.com/"&gt;igor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.start-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;thaty tía&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.imperfeitamente.blogger.com.br/"&gt;ana&lt;/a&gt; a postarem suas listinhas também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;post dedicado ao &lt;a href="http://www.cronicasepoesias.blogspot.com/"&gt;joão&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116415558530052038?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116415558530052038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116415558530052038&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116415558530052038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116415558530052038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-escurinho-do-cinema.html' title='no escurinho do cinema...'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116372655117687574</id><published>2006-11-16T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:24:39.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¬¬</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tá... eu também não gosto de testes, mas a &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=6685692391124057008"&gt;Coração&lt;/a&gt; me mostrou &lt;a href="http://www.bne.com.br/cores/"&gt;esse teste&lt;/a&gt;... e o resultado realmente foi parecido comigo. não diria igual. não diria 100% correto. parecido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bne.com.br/cores/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clique aqui e faça o teste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu resultado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como você opera, age, frente aos seus objetivos e desejos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anseia por uma ligação terna e humana, e por uma situação de harmonia idealizada. Tem necessidade imperiosa de ternura e afeto. É suscetível a qualquer coisa que seja estética.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suas preferências reais:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sente-se frustrado em seus desejos e impedido de obter as coisas que considera essenciais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sua situação real:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Está disposto a tornar-se emocionalmente envolvido, mas é exigente e escrupuloso na escolha do cônjuge e em suas relações com os que lhe são íntimos. Precisa de reafirmação; é cauteloso e evita conflito aberto, já que isso poderia diminuir as perspectivas de realizar suas esperanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O que você quer evitar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interpretação fisiológica: Tensão resultante de comedimento excessivo na tentiva de obter consideração e estima dos outros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interpretação psicológica: Necessidade insaciável de aliar-se a outros cujos padrões sejam tão elevados quanto os seus, e de sobressair acima do vulgo. Isto o sujeita a considerável tensão, mas se atém as suas atitudes a despeito da falta de amizade. Considera a situação desagradável e gostaria de livrar-se dela, mas recusa-se a transigirem suas opiniões. Incapaz de solucionar a situação porque adia continuamente a tomada da decisão necessária, já que duvida da sua capacidade de resistir a oposição que então surgiria. Precisa da estima dos outros, que os demais concordem com seus desejos e tenham respeito pelas suas opiniões, para qua se sinta confiante e seguro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em suma: Exigência de estima, obstinada mas ineficaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seu problema real:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grandemente impressionado pelo que é singular, original e por pessoas de características notáveis. Procura assimilar as qualidades que admira e demonstra originalidade em sua própria personalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu disse &lt;strong&gt;parecido&lt;/strong&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/35739143-116372655117687574?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116372655117687574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116372655117687574&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116372655117687574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116372655117687574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='¬¬'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116327826597444982</id><published>2006-11-11T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:54:14.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;às vezes me sinto uma pessoa anestesiada, do tipo "o-que-não-tem-remédio-remediado-está"... porque quando vejo que algo não tem solução, passo a agir como se aquilo não existisse... e deixo pra lá... sem pensar, sem sofrer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o &lt;a href="http://www.diariododoug.blogspot.com/"&gt;Antonny&lt;/a&gt; uma vez me disse que seria feliz vivendo no interior, sem ao menos energia... nesse dia um "plim" ecoou na minha cabeça e eu percebi que sou justamente o oposto: essencialmente materialista e capitalista... mas ao mesmo tempo desprendida... ainda que paradoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;compro felicidade em cada cd, cada livro, cada dvd que adquiro... encapo alguns encartes, regulo o empréstimo dos preferidos... mas se um arranhão inutilizar o meu mais raro dvd do Travis, vou acabar deixando pra lá... e pensar como se ele nunca tivesse pertencido a mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;como os 140 reais que paguei pelo mp3 player que nunca recebi (pelo &lt;a href="http://www.mercadolivre.com.br/"&gt;mercado livre&lt;/a&gt;). claro que eu nem achava mais que o cara ia devolver o dinheiro, e o que eu podia fazer? (além de mandar mil emails pra ele e até, quem sabe, entrar em contato com o site...) ia chorar por isso? não! esquecer... e pensar como se esse dinheiro nunca tivesse existido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;agora minha melhor amiga está de mudança. e não menciono esse fato por ela, já que ainda vai morar em Teresina... falo pela casa mesmo... porque desde que nos conhecemos, me sinto mais à vontade lá que na própria casa onde moro... porque são incontáveis as coisas que realizei, aprendi ou simplesmente me dei conta lá dentro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;é impagável a memória viva que aquelas paredes representam da minha adolescência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mas a casa foi vendida... e por mais que eu saiba o quão triste é esse fato, "i don't care". anestesio-me novamente... e volto a agir como se nada estivesse acontecendo.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3507/1853/1600/bubble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3507/1853/320/bubble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."living a life inside a bubble"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(High Speed - Coldplay)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116327826597444982?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116327826597444982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116327826597444982&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116327826597444982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116327826597444982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-what.html' title='so what?'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116294764702141130</id><published>2006-11-07T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:06:43.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>death cab for Cutie, plis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tô num momento &lt;a href="http://www.muzplay.net/artistas/artista.php?id=1073143684"&gt;Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ponho o álbum &lt;a href="http://www.muzplay.net/artistas/disco.php?id=2146888511"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e fico no meio da aula me sentindo à parte de tudo... com aquela melodia tão lenta e instrumental tocando... como se na verdade tivesse tocando de fundo pra minha vida. de uma forma até dolorosa... e tão sentimental, que desde &lt;a href="http://www.muzplay.net/artistas/artista.php?id=1045580367"&gt;Travis&lt;/a&gt; ainda não tinha encontrado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e quando estou à parte de tudo, me sinto auto-suficiente. não preciso que ninguém fale comigo e nem quero falar também. calo e me perco em pensamentos que surgem numa velocidade tal que nem digitação, nem escrita acompanham. e também tem os flashes. de momentos reais e imaginários... surgem e se misturam sem consciência, sem que eu me dê conta. sem interpretações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o que queria mesmo era estar longe de tudo. longe de mim, dos medos, das esperas, dos problemas, da burrice cômoda das pessoas. longe no tempo. e auto-suficiente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deathcabforcutie.com/"&gt;site oficial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Death+Cab+for+Cutie/+wiki"&gt;last.fm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozxruHBozQw"&gt;Different Names For The Same Thing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSMNt8ZciU8&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;I Will Follow You Into The Dark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psAIciZgjuc"&gt;A Movie Script Ending&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116294764702141130?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116294764702141130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116294764702141130&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116294764702141130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116294764702141130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/11/death-cab-for-cutie-plis.html' title='death cab for Cutie, plis!'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116243727787116753</id><published>2006-11-01T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:14:38.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the good and old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3507/1853/1600/oasis2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3507/1853/320/oasis2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hello&lt;br /&gt;2. Some might say&lt;br /&gt;3. Live forever&lt;br /&gt;4. Listen up&lt;br /&gt;5. The masterplan&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't look back in anger&lt;br /&gt;7. Talk tonight&lt;br /&gt;8. (what's the story) Morning glory&lt;br /&gt;9. Round are way&lt;br /&gt;10. Cast no shadow&lt;br /&gt;11. Whatever&lt;br /&gt;12. Wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Listen up / &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;What’s the time said today / &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m gonna speak my mind / &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me up / &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the top of the world / &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna see my crime / (...) / I don’t believe in magic / Life is automatic but I don’t mind being on my own"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Listen Up - Oasis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116243727787116753?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116243727787116753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116243727787116753&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116243727787116753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116243727787116753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-and-old.html' title='the good and old...'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116179418386447615</id><published>2006-10-25T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T09:39:58.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>demitida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3507/1853/1600/fired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3507/1853/320/fired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isso já vinha acontecendo há um bom tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora vou listar os lugares, atualizar o currículo, deixar por aí e esperar até sabe-se lá quando...&lt;br /&gt;porque é Brasil, e aqui nem os Robertos Justos equivalem aos Donalds Trumps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;comecei a ler &lt;a href="http://www.livrariasaraiva.com.br/produto/produto.dll/detalhe?pro_id=1462547&amp;amp;PAC_ID=6297"&gt;um livro&lt;/a&gt; com "120 conselhos sobre carreira, currículo, comportamento e liderança", a princípio achei que fosse mais um auto-ajuda, mas não... como o próprio autor cita: "ele não pretende ensinar nada, nem ditar regras. o mundo corporativo já tem regras demais. o objetivo é o de gerar reflexões" e de uma forma bem-humorada, posso acrescentar. aqui vai uma amostra:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;E agora? Minto ou não minto?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você já preparou ou está preparando um currículo, há uma razoável possibilidade de ter tido aquele longo momento de hesitação e se perguntado: e agora? minto ou não minto? Não se preocupe, isso é normal. Aliás, as duas coisas são normais, tanto a hesitação quando a mentira. Mentir no currículo é um esporte universal. Não há, que eu saiba, dados estatísticos brasileiros a respeito de mentiras em currículo. Mas nos Estados Unidos, onde existem pesquisas para tudo, quase a metade mente. Essas pesquisas revelam também que os homens mentem mais que as mulheres. E que, quanto menos a vaga, maior a mentira. Candidato a gerente mente mais que candidato a diretor. Como no Brasil a esperteza sempre foi maior do que no resto do mundo, pode-se deduzir que aqui também exista o que se chama de "maquiagem de currículo". E quais são as mentiras mais frequentes? Transformar seminários de um fim de semana em cursos de aperfeiçoamento profissional. Transformar viagens de turismo em cursos. Transformar a participação em um grupo de trabalho em liderança de um projeto. Mencionar números que são impossíveis de checar, como reduções de custo. Usar o fato de que no espanhol a maioria das palavras é praticamente idêntica ao português para mencionar "boas noções de espanhol". Alguns pecam por omissão, esquecendo, por exemplo, de mencionar a idade. Outros pecam por excesso, colocando até as horas de auto-escola para tirar a carteira de mtorista e chamando isso de "curso de aperfeiçoamento de habilidade em deslocamento motorizado". Claro que mentir no currículo é sempre ruim, porque cedo ou tarde a mentira bóia. Mas cada um é cada um. Como diz um amigo meu: "Eu sou honesto. Por isso nunca exagero nas mentiras".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116179418386447615?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116179418386447615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116179418386447615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116179418386447615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116179418386447615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/10/demitida.html' title='demitida!'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116153688740174405</id><published>2006-10-22T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T10:12:33.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear diary post</title><content type='html'>tem dias em que toda música soa nostálgica e você se sente a pessoa mais sensível do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu nem sabia mais que já fui assim... eu nem sabia mais que eu era sensível...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas então você vai a uma festa sem muitos conhecidos só porque algumas amigas vão e você tem planos controversos a respeito de um certo garoto do passado... nem tão planos, mas certamente controversos. e você pensou, se questionou e chegou à conclusão de que alguns beijos não fazem mal a ninguém... ainda que você não vá tentar nada de verdade...&lt;br /&gt;na festa, você está cumprindo seu papel de espectador e observando os erros de pronuncia que o cantor comete, enquanto a banda de pagode dá um tempo (thank God!), quando aquele certo garoto do passado, dono das suas idéias controversas, senta ao seu lado e fala coisas datadas de um ano atrás, que você já sabia, não queria ouvir e só servem pra alimentar sua vontade de dar um beijo nele.&lt;br /&gt;e quem observou a cena me corrija se eu estiver errada, mas ele chegou perto demais pra quem só queria pedir desculpas... e aparentou confuso demais pra quem já estava com o discurso pronto há um ano e pra quem não sente mais absolutamente nada por você...&lt;br /&gt;não que você saiba que ele ainda sente algo... provavelmente essa seja só mais uma idéia controversa sua... mas agora quem perdeu a certeza foi você... e quase sente um arrependimento por ter feito cena de fria e não ter dado um beijo de verdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;acho que eu vou criar um Davi, que nem a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oseguinte.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paulinha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116153688740174405?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116153688740174405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116153688740174405&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116153688740174405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116153688740174405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/10/dear-diary-post.html' title='dear diary post'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116118541863985086</id><published>2006-10-18T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:31:42.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sorte de hoje:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O grande prazer da vida é fazer o impossível"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;acho que é a primeira vez que eu concordo com essa "sorte de hoje" do orkut...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I never felt it was the right man. But what does it mean the right man? The love of your life? The concept is absurd, the idea that we can only be complete with another person is... evil! You know, I guess I've been heart broken too many times. And then I recovered. So now, you know, form the starts, I make no effort."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Celine - Before Sunrise / &lt;a href="http://adorocinema.cidadeinternet.com.br/filmes/antes-do-amanhecer/antes-do-amanhecer.asp"&gt;Antes do Amanhecer&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/35739143-116118541863985086?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116118541863985086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116118541863985086&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116118541863985086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116118541863985086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/10/sorte-de-hoje.html' title='&quot;Sorte de hoje:'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116082952239532994</id><published>2006-10-14T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:30:22.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like a rolling stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/lmK1iiKl-nQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adoro a visão entorpecida desse vídeo... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não que eu goste dos rolling stones... por mais que isso possa parecer uma blasfêmea, eu nem conheço muito...&lt;br /&gt;na verdade, depois de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klUZPIadxsA&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;when the deal goes down&lt;/a&gt;, eu entrei numa fase meio &lt;a href="http://www.bobdylan.com/moderntimes/home/main.html"&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/a&gt;, e lembrei desse clip...&lt;br /&gt;acho que todo mundo já se sentiu como nesse vídeo, em alguma ocasião...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We eat and we drink, we feel and we think &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far down the street we stray &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I laugh and I cry and I'm haunted by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things I never meant nor wished to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The midnight rain follows the train &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all wear the same thorny crown &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soul to soul, our shadows roll &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be with you when the deal goes down"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(When The Deal Goes Down - Bob Dylan)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116082952239532994?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116082952239532994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116082952239532994&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116082952239532994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116082952239532994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/10/like-rolling-stone.html' title='like a rolling stone'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116069959185720681</id><published>2006-10-12T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:35:04.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"o cd"</title><content type='html'>alguém me explica qual a dificuldade em gravar um cd?&lt;br /&gt;pior que o ser a quem esse cd se destina nem deve sonhar que desde junho eu ouço músicas e procuro mensagens subliminares e algo que esteja à altura do que ele me mandou...&lt;br /&gt;ou não sonhava, caso ele leia isso...&lt;br /&gt;whatever...&lt;br /&gt;a internet banda larga também acaba atrapalhando um pouco... porque a cada dia baixo coisas e ouço coisas e tudo tem algo que remete ou uma frase que está relacionada...&lt;br /&gt;e ainda tem aquelas que eu colocaria só porque gosto...&lt;br /&gt;falando assim, dou até a entender que minha lista já tem mais de cem faixas, não é? mas só tem 18... e 18 faixas que ainda não são as que eu quero mandar...&lt;br /&gt;fico procurando o cd ideal que não vou montar nunca, porque sou exigente até com essas besteiras... enquanto poderia mandar qualquer coisa só pra ele ouvir e lembrar de mim, não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas quem disse que ele quer lembrar de mim? ¬¬&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vg1jyL3cr60&lt;/a"&gt;Portishead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;day... quem diria... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116069959185720681?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116069959185720681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116069959185720681&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116069959185720681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116069959185720681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-cd.html' title='&quot;o cd&quot;'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116039568971434453</id><published>2006-10-09T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:00:38.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am?</title><content type='html'>1. Tava cansada &lt;a href="http://www.o-relicario.blogspot.com/"&gt;daquele endereço&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. Amo &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JU6lXOjP5XU"&gt;esse filme&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. O endereço desse blog é pela &lt;a href="http://www.hannabarbera.com.br/pixote/dompixot.htm"&gt;música&lt;/a&gt; que tem o nome &lt;a href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/96/54/15524569/8815615010155m.jpg"&gt;dela&lt;/a&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/35739143-116039568971434453?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116039568971434453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116039568971434453&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116039568971434453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116039568971434453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/10/am.html' title='am?'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.blur.co.uk/media/strawberry_girl_small.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
