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As músicas falam mais sobre mim do que se pensa..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-7982879474139924609?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/7982879474139924609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=7982879474139924609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7982879474139924609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7982879474139924609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2010/03/they-dont-know-how-long-it-takes.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/S5vzrFixxwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JAOi0hrqXYc/s72-c/image_0001A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-5934389064850163646</id><published>2009-12-25T15:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:20:09.039-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SzT0I84p7BI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kerUIYWUkYc/s1600-h/Out_to_destroy_marriage_by_TheSpartanOfAuburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SzT0I84p7BI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kerUIYWUkYc/s320/Out_to_destroy_marriage_by_TheSpartanOfAuburn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419224686253435922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 160px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 140px; "&gt;&lt;small  style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  color: rgb(153, 153, 153); display: block; line-height: 15px; width: 420px; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;Eu pensei em comprar algumas flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;small  style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  color: rgb(153, 153, 153); display: block; line-height: 15px; width: 420px; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;Só pra chamar mais atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;small  style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  color: rgb(153, 153, 153); display: block; line-height: 15px; width: 420px; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;Eu sei, já não há mais razão pra solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;small  style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  color: rgb(153, 153, 153); display: block; line-height: 15px; width: 420px; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);  line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;Meu bem, eu tô pedindo a sua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="main_cnt" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 140px; position: relative; width: 683px; min-height: 500px; height: 500px; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra" style="padding-right: 341px; font-size: 13px; min-height: 260px; height: 260px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Então case-se comigo numa noite de luar&lt;br /&gt;Ou na manhã de um domingo a beira mar&lt;br /&gt;Diga sim pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Case-se comigo na igreja e no papel&lt;br /&gt;Vestido branco com bouquet e lua de mel&lt;br /&gt;Diga sim pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh , Sim pra mim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-5934389064850163646?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/5934389064850163646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=5934389064850163646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/5934389064850163646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/5934389064850163646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-pensei-em-comprar-algumas-flores-so.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SzT0I84p7BI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kerUIYWUkYc/s72-c/Out_to_destroy_marriage_by_TheSpartanOfAuburn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-8107143342241434305</id><published>2009-09-21T14:40:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:43:24.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;alling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu quero estar com voce de novo&lt;br /&gt;E te fazer sorrir mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;E entender que voce e' mais do que eu queria pra mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-8107143342241434305?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/8107143342241434305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=8107143342241434305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/8107143342241434305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/8107143342241434305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2009/09/bfballing.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-7958675914312830197</id><published>2009-09-10T19:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:10:42.909-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/Sql5Q7U_UBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dZx_6qFHtng/s1600-h/d9a28f75182514e5d093282288b08bf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379964561581363218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/Sql5Q7U_UBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dZx_6qFHtng/s320/d9a28f75182514e5d093282288b08bf7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish I were a lesbian...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-7958675914312830197?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/7958675914312830197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=7958675914312830197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7958675914312830197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7958675914312830197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-wish-i-were-lesbian.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/Sql5Q7U_UBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dZx_6qFHtng/s72-c/d9a28f75182514e5d093282288b08bf7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-1564245285381623344</id><published>2009-08-31T10:08:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:11:54.895-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PAZ, EU QUERO PAZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu quero paz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero dançar com outro par&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;pra variar, amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não dá mais pra fingir que ainda não vi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;As cicatrizes que ela fez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se desta vez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ela é senhora deste amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois vá embora, por favor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não demora pra essa dor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;sangrar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376114617682926946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SpvLwsrGnWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/0i4LK0Rn4G8/s320/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Nem que seja a base de antidepressivos)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-1564245285381623344?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/1564245285381623344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=1564245285381623344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1564245285381623344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1564245285381623344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2009/08/paz-eu-quero-paz.html' title='PAZ, EU QUERO PAZ!'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SpvLwsrGnWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/0i4LK0Rn4G8/s72-c/04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-188385037808001296</id><published>2009-08-30T15:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:33:16.244-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SprF2V-QVKI/AAAAAAAAANw/1zC-V8z74Ck/s1600-h/ddcd2db3c1f1623f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375826642621977762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SprF2V-QVKI/AAAAAAAAANw/1zC-V8z74Ck/s320/ddcd2db3c1f1623f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're gonna find out baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm one in a million. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jai Ho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-188385037808001296?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/188385037808001296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=188385037808001296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/188385037808001296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/188385037808001296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-gonna-find-out-baby-im-one-in.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SprF2V-QVKI/AAAAAAAAANw/1zC-V8z74Ck/s72-c/ddcd2db3c1f1623f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-1200006778814557898</id><published>2009-08-16T19:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:51:08.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'>How could you be so heartless?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370699237690793874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SoiOgGIFX5I/AAAAAAAAANo/vYh3vcSBlCw/s320/18_thedistance_exterface.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never needed you to be strong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never needed you for pointing out my wrongs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never needed pain, I never needed strength&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My love for you was strong enough you should have known&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never needed you for judgements&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never needed you to question what I spent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never ask for help, I take care of myself,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why you think you've got a hold on me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a little late for conversations&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There isn't anything for you to say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my eye's hurt, hand's shiver,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So look at me and listen to me, because&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want too, stay another minute&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want you, to say a single word&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hush, hush, hush, hush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is no other way, I get the final say, because,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want too, do this any longer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want you, there's nothing left to say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hush, hush, hush, hush&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've already spoken, our love is broken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never needed your corrections&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On everything from how I act to what I say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never needed words&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never needed hurts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never needed you to be there everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sorry for the way I let go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From everything I wanted when you came along&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'm never beaten, broken not defeated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know next to you is not where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it's a little late for explanations&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There isn't anything that you can do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my eye's hurt, hand's shiver,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So you will listen when I say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-1200006778814557898?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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cabelo duro&lt;br /&gt;Sarará crioulo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-6549837587896647838?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/6549837587896647838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=6549837587896647838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6549837587896647838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6549837587896647838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2009/08/olhos-coloridos.html' title='Olhos coloridos...'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-8524358840191072365</id><published>2009-07-19T19:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:39:19.505-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como Xuxa ja dizia...</title><content type='html'>Livre-se do passado que viveu&lt;br /&gt;Pra ficar também de bem com a vida como eu (libera)&lt;br /&gt;Dane-se tudo que te sufocar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que te impede de poder voar&lt;br /&gt;Libera geral, libera geral, libera geral (então libera)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-8524358840191072365?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-1402211038671696384</id><published>2009-07-15T17:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:43:33.945-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, disillusionment</title><content type='html'>That I would be good even if I did nothing&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good even if I got the thumbs down&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good if I got and stayed sick&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good even if I gained ten pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would be fine even if I went bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth&lt;br /&gt;That I would be great if I was no longer queen&lt;br /&gt;That I would be grand if I was not all knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would be loved even when I numb myself&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good even when I am overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;That I would be loved even when I was fuming&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good even if I was clinging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good even if I lost sanity&lt;br /&gt;That I would be good whether with or without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-1402211038671696384?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/1402211038671696384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=1402211038671696384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1402211038671696384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1402211038671696384'/><link rel='alternate' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"uma vez me apaixonei e não foi o que pensei estou só desde então..."&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/18759663-5115480050019479733?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/5115480050019479733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=5115480050019479733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/5115480050019479733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/5115480050019479733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2009/07/uma-vez-me-apaixonei-e-nao-foi-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SlLEPtSDVBI/AAAAAAAAANc/XGd3xPPrVPI/s72-c/2b0f4977d0298533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-4378641092277984938</id><published>2009-06-29T11:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T21:45:10.854-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you dare!</title><content type='html'>Who the hell are you to tell me If I was happier before?&lt;br /&gt;You always run away when I needed more…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-8048705366370916297</id><published>2009-06-25T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:57:26.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'>P.A.I.N.</title><content type='html'>Ainda com medo...&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-8048705366370916297?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/8048705366370916297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=8048705366370916297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/8048705366370916297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/8048705366370916297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2009/06/pain.html' title='P.A.I.N.'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-7037361002410678911</id><published>2009-05-25T00:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:17:56.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/ShoN3HJdByI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V7tBt1q5t78/s1600-h/1d5987853bcf217f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339595548663809826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/ShoN3HJdByI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V7tBt1q5t78/s200/1d5987853bcf217f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying to keep up with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I don't know if I can do it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh no, I've said too much&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't said enough&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought that I heard you laughing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought that I heard you sing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I thought I saw you try&lt;/p&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/18759663-7037361002410678911?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/7037361002410678911/comments/default' title='Postar 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-8516462986468122839</id><published>2009-05-22T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:53:48.639-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/Shc6xiEtnzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kC20h3tR3II/s1600-h/P1091146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338800505905585970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/Shc6xiEtnzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kC20h3tR3II/s320/P1091146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu quero ver o mar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ver o mar...&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/18759663-8516462986468122839?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/Shc6xiEtnzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kC20h3tR3II/s72-c/P1091146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-1052746596945403586</id><published>2009-03-15T22:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:43:56.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/Sb2uj6aSHYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4XtOShaoLvQ/s1600-h/Thinking_by_Karrdi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313595067365203330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/Sb2uj6aSHYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/4XtOShaoLvQ/s320/Thinking_by_Karrdi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paper clips and crayons in my bed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everybody thinks that i'm sad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll take a ride in melodies and bees and birds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will hear my words?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will be both us and you and them together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause I can forget about myself, trying to be everybody else&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel allright that we can go away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And please my day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I let you stay with me if you surrender&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-1052746596945403586?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/1052746596945403586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=1052746596945403586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1052746596945403586'/><link 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SayCArX49RI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8LPJ6-SrumM/s1600-h/Sad_Lion_by_tigon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308761008917509394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SayCArX49RI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8LPJ6-SrumM/s200/Sad_Lion_by_tigon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorar baixo no ônibus, do lado de uma pessoa que você não conhece é ruim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas também eu só conseguia pensar que não ia encontrar o leãozinho para me desentristecer quando chegasse em casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu sinto sua falta...&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/18759663-6757950912272679788?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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this so bad!&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/18759663-8106688091401430373?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/8106688091401430373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=8106688091401430373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/8106688091401430373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/8106688091401430373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2009/01/growing-up-sucks.html' title='&quot;To turn things upside down&quot;'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SX_C0-r2QpI/AAAAAAAAALo/2izcgCD6b5A/s72-c/23-turn-things.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-939660625360853811</id><published>2009-01-11T00:53:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:03:53.552-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SWlhhf80LOI/AAAAAAAAALY/BLcopudtSQA/s1600-h/insane_joker__by_m0thyyku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289866465463512290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SWlhhf80LOI/AAAAAAAAALY/BLcopudtSQA/s320/insane_joker__by_m0thyyku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But something happened for the very first time with you&lt;br /&gt;My heart melted to the ground found something true&lt;br /&gt;And everyone's looking around thinking I'm going crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;They try to pull me away but they don't know the truth&lt;br /&gt;My heart's crippled by the vain that I keep on closing&lt;br /&gt;You cut me open and I&lt;br /&gt;Keep bleeding...&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/18759663-939660625360853811?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/939660625360853811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-3171314062666658584</id><published>2008-12-24T01:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:56:41.217-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SVGyw2BR88I/AAAAAAAAALA/12XqPMWd5Nk/s1600-h/brinde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283200390086652866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SVGyw2BR88I/AAAAAAAAALA/12XqPMWd5Nk/s320/brinde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe que 2008 foi o ano de minha vida? Assim como outros já foram e como sei que outros também serão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi o ano que fui feliz por mim mesmo. Porque me permiti ser feliz. Porque eu quis ser feliz! E só isso me importa agora, mais nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque ser feliz vale mais do que me preocupar com o que os outros vão dizer de mim. Ou me importar com os julgamentos que farão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou feliz, e descobri que pra isso acontecer não preciso de mais ninguém. Só é importante escolher com quem compartilhar essa felicidade. E isso também eu soube fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um brinde a 2008! E venha logo 2009, porque já estou ansioso pelas coisas boas que virão com você!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-3171314062666658584?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/3171314062666658584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=3171314062666658584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/3171314062666658584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/3171314062666658584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/12/sabe-que-2008-foi-o-ano-de-minha-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SVGyw2BR88I/AAAAAAAAALA/12XqPMWd5Nk/s72-c/brinde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-6882605313239040446</id><published>2008-12-16T11:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:43:35.228-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que venha a curva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria, alegria!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-6882605313239040446?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/6882605313239040446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=6882605313239040446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6882605313239040446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6882605313239040446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/12/que-venha-curva-alegria-alegria.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-7902297164012992944</id><published>2008-12-12T02:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:14:43.157-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It hurts so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse teria feito diferente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-7902297164012992944?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/7902297164012992944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=7902297164012992944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7902297164012992944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7902297164012992944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-hurts-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-8497711171631379565</id><published>2008-11-27T01:28:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:31:40.173-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Volúvel... ainda bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SS4Uh384fKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FwJHCZCQUdM/s1600-h/ee7e92181126ea09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273174785884978338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SS4Uh384fKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FwJHCZCQUdM/s200/ee7e92181126ea09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vou falar pra todo mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou falar pra todo mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu só quero é você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vou falar pra todo mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou falar pra todo mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu só quero é você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh Madalena!&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/18759663-8497711171631379565?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/8497711171631379565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=8497711171631379565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/8497711171631379565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/8497711171631379565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/11/volvel-ainda-bem.html' title='Volúvel... ainda bem'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SS4Uh384fKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FwJHCZCQUdM/s72-c/ee7e92181126ea09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-4847930539992657290</id><published>2008-11-26T13:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:54:50.639-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SS1xQjA49XI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zjbjfvAJ_cc/s1600-h/Sadness_invades_the_room_by_useful__idiot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272995267811538290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SS1xQjA49XI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zjbjfvAJ_cc/s320/Sadness_invades_the_room_by_useful__idiot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/18759663-4847930539992657290?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/4847930539992657290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=4847930539992657290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4847930539992657290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4847930539992657290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SS1xQjA49XI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zjbjfvAJ_cc/s72-c/Sadness_invades_the_room_by_useful__idiot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-1665178921726371601</id><published>2008-11-08T13:16:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:26:59.917-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"não me ensina a morrer que eu não quero"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-1665178921726371601?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/1665178921726371601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=1665178921726371601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1665178921726371601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1665178921726371601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-me-ensina-morrer-que-eu-no-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-6079729599668601766</id><published>2008-11-05T17:18:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:54:42.069-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SRIU2nOMpkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wgIavochjfM/s1600-h/ddcd2db3c1f1623f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265293842823554626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SRIU2nOMpkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wgIavochjfM/s320/ddcd2db3c1f1623f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a time I packed my dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Living in a shell, hiding from myself&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I was so afraid&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd reached the end&lt;br /&gt;Baby, that was then&lt;br /&gt;But I am made of more than my yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my now&lt;br /&gt;And I am breathing in the moment&lt;br /&gt;As I look around&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe the love I see&lt;br /&gt;My fear’s behind me&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the shadows and doubt&lt;br /&gt;That was then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my now&lt;br /&gt;I had to decide&lt;br /&gt;Was I gonna play it safe&lt;br /&gt;Or look somewhere deep inside, try to turn the tide?&lt;br /&gt;Find the strength to take that step of faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a courage like never before, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I settled for less, but I’m ready for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my now...&lt;br /&gt;Thia is my now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-6079729599668601766?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/6079729599668601766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=6079729599668601766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6079729599668601766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6079729599668601766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-was-time-i-packed-my-dreams-away.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SRIU2nOMpkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wgIavochjfM/s72-c/ddcd2db3c1f1623f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-7582644736171597454</id><published>2008-11-01T09:51:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:08:30.221-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paz, eu quero paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Já me cansei de ser a última a saber de ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se todo mundo sabe quem te faz chegar mais tarde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu já cansei de imaginar você com ela"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263659216547602370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SQxGK10H38I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5FCNyK3d8pg/s320/We_Three_II_by_zamfir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não consigo fingir que não te vejo me rondando, sem conseguir me olhar nos olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei o que você pensa, sei o que você quer falar... mas não quer saber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que já sabe, mas prefere não ter certeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que dói. Mas a dor não nasce em você. Nasce de mim e te contamina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu queria que fosse diferente. Mas não dá, simplesmente, não dá. E é isso que dói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dói proque eu sei que queria deitar na sua cama com você e te falar de mim, da minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe que eu ainda tenho planos? Muitos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou o mesmo, só que mais feliz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas te ver assim, me rondando, dói... em nós dois...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Que não demora pra essa dor... sangrar" &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/18759663-7582644736171597454?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/7582644736171597454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=7582644736171597454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7582644736171597454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7582644736171597454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/11/paz-eu-quero-paz.html' title='Paz, eu quero paz'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SQxGK10H38I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5FCNyK3d8pg/s72-c/We_Three_II_by_zamfir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-1885140876690998952</id><published>2008-10-17T09:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:45:11.591-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SPiIxyl41dI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AqYjksdu94Y/s1600-h/baby_shoes_by_Medb_Branfubh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258102953930708434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SPiIxyl41dI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AqYjksdu94Y/s320/baby_shoes_by_Medb_Branfubh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu ainda sou aquele mesmo que valoriza esses nossos primeiros passos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com esperança de que caminhos distantes não signifiquem caminhos diferentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com esperança de que as mudanças que aconteceram perdurem e que novas venham. De ambos os lados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que os passos sigam juntos, pelo tempo que for preciso. Já que, se for pelo tempo que eu quero, demorariam uma vida inteira pra acabar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-1885140876690998952?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/1885140876690998952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=1885140876690998952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1885140876690998952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1885140876690998952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-steps.html' title='Baby steps'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SPiIxyl41dI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AqYjksdu94Y/s72-c/baby_shoes_by_Medb_Branfubh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-4646437638282911886</id><published>2008-10-07T12:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:15:36.141-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don't stop it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SOt8KMH3ApI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1X5KlT7_rIM/s1600-h/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254429904752542354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SOt8KMH3ApI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1X5KlT7_rIM/s320/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say that a good thing never lasts&lt;br /&gt;And then it has to fall&lt;br /&gt;Those are the the people that did not&lt;br /&gt;Amount to much at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a bassline and I'll shake it&lt;br /&gt;Give me a record and I'll break it&lt;br /&gt;There's no beginning and no ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me a chance to go and I'll take it &lt;/strong&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/18759663-4646437638282911886?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/4646437638282911886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=4646437638282911886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4646437638282911886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4646437638282911886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-stupid-get-stupid-get-stupid-dont.html' title='Get stupid, get stupid, get stupid, don&apos;t stop it'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SOt8KMH3ApI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1X5KlT7_rIM/s72-c/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-6122867139843878640</id><published>2008-10-04T14:28:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:59:13.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me arrependo de nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SOeolOSmsMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2BsR6QIkc1c/s1600-h/A_Moment_in_Time_by_ayerlind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253352847795728578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SOeolOSmsMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2BsR6QIkc1c/s320/A_Moment_in_Time_by_ayerlind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SOen_rhtZ7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/c6G4Swoo_Rg/s1600-h/A_Moment_in_Time_by_ayerlind.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Non, rien de rien,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;non, je ne regrette rien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ni le mal, tout ça m'est bien égal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non, rien de rien,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;non, je ne regrette rien,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'est payé, balayé, oublié,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;je me fous du passé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avec mes souvenirs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;j'ai allumé le feu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mes chagrins mes plaisirs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;je n'ai plus besoin d'eux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balayés mes amours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;avec leurs trémolos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balayés pour toujours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;je repars à zéro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non, rien de rien,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;non, je ne regrette rien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ni le mal, tout ça m'est bien égal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non, rien de rien,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;non, je ne regrette rien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Car ma vie, car mes joies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pour aujourd'hui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ça commence avec toi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-6122867139843878640?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/6122867139843878640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=6122867139843878640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6122867139843878640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6122867139843878640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-me-arrependo-de-nada.html' title='Não me arrependo de nada'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SOeolOSmsMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2BsR6QIkc1c/s72-c/A_Moment_in_Time_by_ayerlind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-865355790437782735</id><published>2008-10-02T14:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:39:40.764-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eu quero a sorte de um amor tranquilo..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SOUGveuCZZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1O8rug0nX0Y/s1600-h/kh1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252611953167328658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SOUGveuCZZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1O8rug0nX0Y/s200/kh1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora deixe-me acreditar que eu posso ter um amor pra vida inteira... negar isso a alguém é muita maldade...&lt;br /&gt;Se pra isso eu vou ter mais dificuldades do que outras pessoas, paciência... cada um faz o esforço que achar que deve pra ser feliz. e eu farei todo o esforço possível pra ser a pessoa mais feliz do mundo... mesmo que ninguém acredite que isso seja possível. Eu acredito, e isso já é mais que suficiente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-865355790437782735?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/865355790437782735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=865355790437782735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/865355790437782735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/865355790437782735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-quero-sorte-de-um-amor-tranquilo.html' title='&quot;Eu quero a sorte de um amor tranquilo...&quot;'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SOUGveuCZZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1O8rug0nX0Y/s72-c/kh1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-3878244455412063271</id><published>2008-10-01T17:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:45:22.142-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vontade de chorar, de me esconder, de fugir...&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de não ter que me preocupar com nada e de ter uma vida normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quero colo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vou fugir de casa"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-3878244455412063271?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/3878244455412063271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=3878244455412063271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/3878244455412063271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/3878244455412063271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/10/vontade-de-chorar-de-me-esconder-de.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-4497039901025469096</id><published>2008-09-28T20:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:12:25.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SOAPRLzNP_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/DyIkKqTKiho/s1600-h/confete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251213953413758962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SOAPRLzNP_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/DyIkKqTKiho/s400/confete.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Siga onde vão meus pés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu te sigo também."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-4497039901025469096?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/4497039901025469096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=4497039901025469096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4497039901025469096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4497039901025469096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/09/siga-onde-vo-meus-ps-porque-eu-te-sigo.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SOAPRLzNP_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/DyIkKqTKiho/s72-c/confete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-1875666260218939714</id><published>2008-09-13T18:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:43:11.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Descrença</title><content type='html'>Tenho medo dos homens e de suas idéias. Medo da insensibilidade e da crueldade que se vê em pessoas tão cheias do que dizem ser verdades.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo não me comover com sofrimento. De pobres que se enrolam em suas próprias roupas para dormir no chão duro por onde passam pessoas de barrigas cheias e olhos embriagados. De homossexuais que seguram-se pelas mãos, escondidos, por baixo da mesa, sentindo-se culpados por não serem "normais". De negros que sentem-se impelidos a olhar aos outros por baixo ou assumirem uma atitude hostil à sociedade que se diz tão aberta a diferenças. De doentes mentais que vivem dentro de uma realidade que não conseguem controlar e são agredidos por causa de sua doença.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo dentro de um mundo que se diz tão coerente, tão acessível. Só tenho visto preconceito, dor, hostilidade, imcompreensão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life sucks sometimes... but people are worse...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-1875666260218939714?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/1875666260218939714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=1875666260218939714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1875666260218939714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1875666260218939714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/09/descrena.html' title='Descrença'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-621933505575246345</id><published>2008-08-24T22:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:51:00.865-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um fracasso total...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SLIPv4PBRuI/AAAAAAAAADE/xXmE3fzESC4/s1600-h/LONELY_by_zoharb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238266631808960226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SLIPv4PBRuI/AAAAAAAAADE/xXmE3fzESC4/s320/LONELY_by_zoharb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SLIPTV2zSwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ynTYUVSFavg/s1600-h/LONELY_by_zoharb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Faltava abandonar a velha escola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomar o mundo feito coca-cola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazer da minha vida sempre o meu passeio público&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ao mesmo tempo fazer dela o meu caminho só&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Único&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez eu seja o último romântico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos litorais desse Oceano Atlântico...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só falta reunir a zona norte à zona sul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iluminar a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já que a morte cai do azul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só falta te querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te ganhar e te perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falta eu acordar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser gente grande prá poder chorar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me dá um beijo, então&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aperta a minha mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tolice é viver a vida assim, sem aventura...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixa ser pelo coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se é loucura então melhor não ter razão..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Community.aspx?cmm=1293405"&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Community.aspx?cmm=1293405&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/18759663-621933505575246345?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/621933505575246345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=621933505575246345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/621933505575246345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/621933505575246345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/08/um-fracasso-total.html' title='Um fracasso total...'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SLIPv4PBRuI/AAAAAAAAADE/xXmE3fzESC4/s72-c/LONELY_by_zoharb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-2156262383607988752</id><published>2008-08-22T14:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:18:08.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SK70xhoI0KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6FRTLyL9uIk/s1600-h/poke-triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237392548355952802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SK70xhoI0KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6FRTLyL9uIk/s400/poke-triste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cansado de ser sempre o que pergunta "Como vai?", "Como foi o seu dia?"... custa muito alguém fazer o favor de se preocupar comigo também?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se soubesse há quanto tempo ando precisando de deitar no colo, sentir meus cabelos sendo bagunçados e um aperto na garganta por vontade de chorar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cansei de ser sempre o educado, de ser sempre o compreensivo, o que se doa... Eu ando precisando de menos egoísmo dos outros, mais do meu próprio. Preciso de menos distância, menos interatividade virtual, menos de tudo que me distancia e me deixa aqui, fingindo estar bem, com uma vontade louca de ganhar um abraço qualquer, apenas um abraço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu estou bem... só poderia estar melhor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-2156262383607988752?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/2156262383607988752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=2156262383607988752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/2156262383607988752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/2156262383607988752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/08/cansado-de-ser-sempre-o-que-pergunta.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SK70xhoI0KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6FRTLyL9uIk/s72-c/poke-triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-6194930969612137266</id><published>2008-08-14T23:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:53:48.391-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ah, as pessoas põem a idéia de pecado em sexo. Mas como é inocente e infantil esse pecado. O inferno mesmo é o amor. Amor é a experiência de um perigo de pecado maior - é a experiência da lama e da degradação e da alegria pior. Sexo é susto de criança."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Clarice Lispector&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-6194930969612137266?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/6194930969612137266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=6194930969612137266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6194930969612137266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6194930969612137266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/08/ah-as-pessoas-pem-idia-de-pecado-em.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-5399233045771924461</id><published>2008-08-11T01:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:57:21.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SJ_GqO18ucI/AAAAAAAAACs/WoGjHHhD3FU/s1600-h/tss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233119720868985282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SJ_GqO18ucI/AAAAAAAAACs/WoGjHHhD3FU/s400/tss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SJ_ELIFqtsI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ls5Xv2DbtSw/s1600-h/tss.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SJ_EB_FDX9I/AAAAAAAAACc/P82lnoyTx2Y/s1600-h/tss.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-5399233045771924461?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/5399233045771924461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=5399233045771924461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/5399233045771924461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/5399233045771924461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SJ_GqO18ucI/AAAAAAAAACs/WoGjHHhD3FU/s72-c/tss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-4812646043415561380</id><published>2008-08-04T01:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:01:33.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem assim...</title><content type='html'>Quando eu fui ferido&lt;br /&gt;Vi tudo mudar&lt;br /&gt;Das verdades&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sabia...&lt;br /&gt;Só sobraram restos&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não esqueci&lt;br /&gt;Toda aquela paz&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu que tinha tudo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou mudo&lt;br /&gt;Estou mudado&lt;br /&gt;À meia-noite, à meia luz&lt;br /&gt;Pensando!&lt;br /&gt;Daria tudo, por um modo&lt;br /&gt;De esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria tanto&lt;br /&gt;Estar no escuro do meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;À meia-noite, à meia luz&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando!&lt;br /&gt;Daria tudo, por meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;E nada mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estou bem certo&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda vou sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Sem um travo de amargura...&lt;br /&gt;Como ser mais livre&lt;br /&gt;Como ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;De enxergar um novo dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-4812646043415561380?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/4812646043415561380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=4812646043415561380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4812646043415561380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4812646043415561380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/08/bem-assim.html' title='Bem assim...'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-521326045243125087</id><published>2008-08-02T11:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:07:37.209-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, yeah, babe.. that small...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SJRurfILoFI/AAAAAAAAACU/EDUyDlNothQ/s1600-h/little-prince-wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229926760653234258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SJRurfILoFI/AAAAAAAAACU/EDUyDlNothQ/s320/little-prince-wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque não bastava ter de ouvir um "Você é responsável por aquilo que desperta nas pessoas", que, para mim, dá na mesma que a famosa frase de que "somos eternamente responsáveis por aquilo que cativamos".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se alguém soubesse como é bom ouvir um "o que gosto de você é que é maduro mas ainda tem a alegria de uma criança.." Isso faz a gente se sentir tão bem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que se exploda o mundo... porque, pelo visto, nem vai fazer tanto estrago assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-521326045243125087?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/521326045243125087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=521326045243125087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/521326045243125087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/521326045243125087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-yeah-babe-that-small.html' title='Oh, yeah, babe.. that small...'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SJRurfILoFI/AAAAAAAAACU/EDUyDlNothQ/s72-c/little-prince-wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-3189759642480934401</id><published>2008-07-27T14:54:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:06:32.245-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache</title><content type='html'>"how do you expect me to be?&lt;br /&gt;I hate it all... hate all this pain i'm in..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"close your eyes... because I'm already down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm just drunk enough to let got of my pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I wanna cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-3189759642480934401?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/3189759642480934401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=3189759642480934401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/3189759642480934401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/3189759642480934401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/07/heartache.html' title='Heartache'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-4589766733988283625</id><published>2008-07-24T22:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:11:33.059-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...........................................................&lt;/span&gt;eu preciso andar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..............................................................&lt;/span&gt;um caminho só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......................................................&lt;/span&gt;vou buscar alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;............................................&lt;/span&gt;que eu nem sei quem sou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-4589766733988283625?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/4589766733988283625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=4589766733988283625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4589766733988283625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4589766733988283625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-1842304937465805879</id><published>2008-07-24T00:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:25:50.057-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lollipop</title><content type='html'>"If she loves you, let her go,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love only gets you down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; There isn't any easy choice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-1842304937465805879?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/1842304937465805879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=1842304937465805879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1842304937465805879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1842304937465805879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/07/lollipop.html' title='Lollipop'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-8841510636732697121</id><published>2008-07-23T01:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T01:54:20.094-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentimento novo e estranho... Nunca senti vontade de chorar pela morte de alguém que não fosse próximo. Nunca, até agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho sentir os olhos encherem de água e o coração sentir um certo aperto por alguém que nunca trocou mais do que um simples "Oi, como vai?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que isso é por sentir a fragilidade da vida, gente de minha idade não é pra morrer... Morre-se velho, doente, dormindo na cama, sabendo que os filhos e netos estão bem, que ficarão bem... Não se morre tendo uma vida inteira pela frente... Não é justo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se soubesse mais cedo iria no enterro, abraçaria seus pais e aquela menina dos olhos claros que eu nem sei o nome... Mas eu faria alguma coisa... sabendo que a única coisa que tenho a fazer agora é escrever isso... Não porque é pra parecer um gesto de nobreza ou sei lá o quê. Mas porque mexeu comigo, me deu medo e me deixou triste... Porque é algo que eu não queria que acontecesse, mesmo não tendo nada a ver com o que foi a sua fugaz vida... fugaz, mas o suficiente pra encher uma página de recados que nunca será lida... Porque, pelo visto, mudar a vida de alguém é algo bem simples. Simples o suficiente para ser cheio de significado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora fecho os olhos e peço a Deus o tudo de bom que a gente deseja pra quem fica, pra quem sofre com a perda... vá com Deus... porque, pelo jeito, é assim que tem que ser...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-8841510636732697121?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/8841510636732697121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=8841510636732697121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/8841510636732697121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/8841510636732697121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/07/sentimento-novo-e-estranho.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-2553454805268035432</id><published>2008-07-20T20:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:36:30.864-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pé de cachimbo</title><content type='html'>Hoje é domingo, pé de cachimbo&lt;br /&gt;O cachimbo é de ouro, bate no touro&lt;br /&gt;O touro é valente, bate na gente&lt;br /&gt;A gente é fraco, cai no buraco&lt;br /&gt;O buraco é fundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o resto eu esqueci... explode o mundo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei tanto lembrar hoje, consegui não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu me prendo nessas coisas idiotas, hein?! Ainda mais com tanta coisa acontecendo de uma vez só...&lt;br /&gt;Oh meu Deus!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-2553454805268035432?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/2553454805268035432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=2553454805268035432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/2553454805268035432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/2553454805268035432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/07/p-de-cachimbo.html' title='Pé de cachimbo'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-6256549859367389370</id><published>2008-07-18T00:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:03:42.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice... ohh menina...</title><content type='html'>Não sei porque tem que teimar em ser tão teimosa... Te pedi tão insistentemente... Você e sua mania de falar verdades, de ser tão sincera... como isso me incomoda... Podia ao menos me deixar nessa ilusão pura e gostosa de que a vida é banal, de que tudo pode dar certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, por favor, não me escreva aquela carta de amor. Continue sua vida, Alice, e me deixe, recluído na minha, procurando minhas coisas perdidas no armário, esperando na minha fila mais lenta, não sabendo as coisas que eu não sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, não, não me escreva aquela carta de amor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-6256549859367389370?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/6256549859367389370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=6256549859367389370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6256549859367389370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Pensando!&lt;br /&gt;Daria tudo, por um modo&lt;br /&gt;De esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;Te vejo errando, isso não é pecado&lt;br /&gt;Exceto quando faz outra pessoa sangrar&lt;br /&gt;Te vejo sonhando e isso dá medo&lt;br /&gt;Perdido num mundo que não dá pra entrar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-6812265258926554999?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/6812265258926554999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=6812265258926554999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6812265258926554999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6812265258926554999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/07/songs.html' title='Songs...'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-3659658475155880731</id><published>2008-07-03T00:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:32:44.819-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We’re all of the stars&lt;br /&gt;We’re fading away&lt;br /&gt;Just try not to worry&lt;br /&gt;You’ll see us some day&lt;br /&gt;Just take what you needA&lt;br /&gt;nd be on your way&lt;br /&gt;And stop crying your heart out&lt;br /&gt;Stop crying your heart out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't imagine a simple life...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-3659658475155880731?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/3659658475155880731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=3659658475155880731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/3659658475155880731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/3659658475155880731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-all-of-us-stars-were-fading-away.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-7532309579939764802</id><published>2008-07-02T00:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:13:07.013-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu levava bolas de papel, eu levava bolas de papel, eu levava bolas de papel, eu levava bolas de papel, eu levava bolas de papel, eu levava bolas de papel...&lt;br /&gt;...mil vezes, eu levava bolas de papel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semana confusa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-7532309579939764802?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/7532309579939764802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=7532309579939764802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7532309579939764802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7532309579939764802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/07/eu-levava-bolas-de-papel-eu-levava.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-4138793618275929143</id><published>2008-06-17T15:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:39:22.535-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu não tenho tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei voar&lt;br /&gt;Dias passam como nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Em brancas nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um sapato&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um sapato branco&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um cavalo&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um cavalo branco&lt;br /&gt;E um riso, um riso amarelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho tempo&lt;br /&gt;De me ouvir cantar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho tempo&lt;br /&gt;De me ver chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei voar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-4138793618275929143?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/4138793618275929143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=4138793618275929143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4138793618275929143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4138793618275929143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-no-tenho-tempo-eu-no-sei-voar-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-6470888956143760761</id><published>2008-05-22T13:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:59:20.021-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas para alguem bem perto</title><content type='html'>"Oi, você,&lt;br /&gt;Como está? Sabe que chega a soar irônica essa pergunta? É claro que sei como você está, claro que sei tudo que se passa na sua vida, tudo mesmo! Até porque você faz questão de me falar, mesmo que eu não queira, mesmo que eu não peça... e eu não estou contando vantagem por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que eu nem sempre queria saber tudo? Às vezes eu queria que você parasse de falar até... só para me escutar um pouco, para saber um pouco de mim. É, você não me conhece. Você não sabe quando estou triste, não sabe quando preciso de um toque seu, nem quando quero que me faça rir ou me deixe chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, eu te amo, é claro. Porque existe aquela coisa de aprender a amar os defeitos também, sabe?! Eu consigo te tolerar, e até sentir sua falta... ultimamente eu só não tenho conseguido ficar ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;A gente ainda se encontra, hoje ou daqui um mês, eu vou estar pronto para te ouvir, eu sempre estou. E você continuará sem saber o que eu sou... mas com isso eu também já aprendi a viver.&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te, para sempre!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(...),&lt;br /&gt;Olha só, aqui estou te escrevendo uma carta novamente... a última parece ter sido há décadas... nem me lembro mais.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que não sinto mais sua falta? E hoje sei que praticamente tudo em você é máscara. Você e seu jeito certinho de ser aquilo que te ensinaram a ser.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou melhor que você, e isso eu sempre te disse. Mas se tivesse me escutado, pelo menos algumas poucas vezes... putz, você seria bem mais feliz, isso eu sei! Mas você perde muito tempo buscando ídolos inalcancáveis, exemplos de uma coisa que você nunca vai ser. É uma vida perdida, e você ainda não percebeu.&lt;br /&gt;Sabia que nos apaixonamos e você nunca adimitiu? Eu era pouco demais para você, não?! Querendo ou não, você me amou na mesma intensidade que te amei. E eu te contei tudo de mim... Sabia que tem coisas que só você sabe? Para mim, isso conta. Só que você preferiu fugir, e eu nem te pedi nada a mais do que esclarecimento. Teria feito bem, a mim e a você, mas você nunca cresceu, nunca soube ser o que mostrava ser.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não sinto mais nada, você é só mais aquele alguém no meio da multidão. Só que eu sei que ainda sente minha falta, seus olhos nunca me enganaram...&lt;br /&gt;É uma pena, mas quanto a você, não, eu não te amo mais!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Olá,&lt;br /&gt;Eu normalmente começaria isso aqui perguntando como você está... mas isso não me interessa mais. A ironia do destino é incrível, eu escuto, enquanto te escrevo, a música que mais me deu esperanças de estar ao seu lado novamente, mesmo que eu não admitisse. Se você tivesse aprendido a ler o que as músicas diziam por mim, muita coisa teria sido diferente...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto sua falta, sabia?! mas não o suficiente para deixar de doer toda a ferida que você me causou. Eu me lembro de tudo que se passou, mas me esqueço fácil quando descubro o que você tem feito. O amor vira ódio, e o ódio é amargo demais para ser esquecido facilmente... e olha que acabei descobrindo que nunca amei ninguém como você, imagina que tipo de ódio eu tive de aguentar...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca chorei por você, e como eu tentei... Você me fez mudar o que eu sou, me fez duvidar de mim, me fez sofrer... mas acho que isso você já percebeu, né?!&lt;br /&gt;Eu te apagaria de minha vida, sabia?! Sem dúvidas, sem ressentimentos, só um vão, grande, é verdade, mas vãos não atrapalham espaços a serem preenchidos, eles também se permitem serem ocupados por novas histórias.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais te ver, nem ter notícias suas. Não te desejo o mal, eu não sei fazer isso com as pessoas, mas também não te desejo nada de bom, você nunca soube aproveitar os meus desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Você foi meu mais estranho desejo, meu mais louco pecado... virou minha maior dor... talvez seja esse o preço que se paga...&lt;br /&gt;Adeus você... para mim, já chega!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(...),&lt;br /&gt;Como eu tenho muito a te falar... mas já percebeu que nossos momentos a sós só permitiam a existência de um silêncio sufocante?! Eu não consigo conversar com você...&lt;br /&gt;Você chegou como quem não quer nada, e acho que literalmente não queria. Talvez eu tenha te conquistado, talvez você viu que eu era inofensivo, sabe-se lá... Só que as coisas mudaram... Eu não teria coragem de te falar isso se não por carta, mas hoje eu não confio mais em você, não como eu costumava confiar. Talvez eu tenha sido corrompido por más línguas, mas as coisas que aconteceram não se encaixaram, não cabiam na lógica que você me mostrava. Simplesmente, ficou difícil de acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não te quero longe, mas também não tão perto. Contruímos uma redoma de vidro entre nós, e, por enquanto, ela funciona para mim. A gente continua sabendo o que se passa com o outro, mas respeitemos nosso espaço... acho que também tem funcionado para você.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ainda te amo, e acho que vou te amar por muito tempo ainda, mas não sei se é algo que se diga eterno. Mas acho que isso baste, para mim e para você.&lt;br /&gt;Te vejo no dia que der, isso também tem funcionado... pelo menos para mim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Escrito em Dezembro/07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-6470888956143760761?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/6470888956143760761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=6470888956143760761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6470888956143760761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6470888956143760761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/05/cartas-para-alguem-bem-perto.html' title='Cartas para alguem bem perto'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-4455731755296183275</id><published>2008-05-17T13:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:01:01.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"você nem vai me reconhecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando eu passar por você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de cara alegre e cruel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feliz e mau como um pau duro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;acendendo-se no escuro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cascavél&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eriçada na moita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;concentrada e afoita"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-4455731755296183275?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/4455731755296183275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=4455731755296183275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4455731755296183275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4455731755296183275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/05/voc-nem-vai-me-reconhecer-quando-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-9163784556321876175</id><published>2008-05-11T00:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:36:04.591-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe diem</title><content type='html'>"Hello, Are You Free Tonight?&lt;br /&gt;I Like Your Looks,&lt;br /&gt;I Love Your Smile&lt;br /&gt;Could I Use You For a While?&lt;br /&gt;It's All Wrong, But It's All Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amber Sunset Glow Has Died&lt;br /&gt;My Needs Are Very Much Alive&lt;br /&gt;Is It Ok If I Stop By?&lt;br /&gt;It's All Wrong, But It's All Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's All Wrong, But It's All Right&lt;br /&gt;Just Close Your Eyes and Hold Me Tight&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me Sexy Lovin' Lines&lt;br /&gt;It's All Wrong, But It's All Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It May Be Wrong If We Make Love&lt;br /&gt;But I Just Need Someone So Much&lt;br /&gt;And Who Knows It Might Last For Life&lt;br /&gt;It's All Wrong, But It's All Right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leia-se o que bem entender... I really don't care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just happy, you know?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-9163784556321876175?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/9163784556321876175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=9163784556321876175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/9163784556321876175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/9163784556321876175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/05/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe diem'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-7142723939711994999</id><published>2008-05-05T23:08:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:16:17.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;- Num mundo perfeito o menino vestido de Gasparzinho não morreria, nem o último beijo seria o último. Num mundo ideal Aladin voaria com Jasmin, e eu dormiria ao seu lado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Tudo isso sem se preocupar com a forma como começou ou como vai acabar. Sem que você tivesse tanto medo de mim, ou eu de você. Porque tudo realmente se encaixaria mais do que parece possível, bem mais do que parece possível.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Hoje eu sonharia com você... se ao menos eu parasse de pensar em nós e conseguisse dormir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Sonhos de verão acontecem no início do inverno... paixões primaveris acontecem em maio... só o que parece ser constante é a vontade de estar aí, e nao aqui...&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;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Meus dilúvios imaginários ainda faço no chuveiro..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-7142723939711994999?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/7142723939711994999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=7142723939711994999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7142723939711994999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7142723939711994999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/05/devaneios.html' title='Devaneios...'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-2044995201145489660</id><published>2008-04-28T13:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:12:54.937-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho</title><content type='html'>Há alguns dias tive um sonho que não me sai da cabeça. Em partes porque eu nunca lembro de meus sonhos. Mas porque esse me fez pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava numa praia, apesar de não ver o mar eu sei que era praia. Lembro que estávamos andando na areia, eu, papai e um menino pequeno, de uns 5 anos mais ou menos. Ele também se chamava Pedro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é sonho, passamos em frente a um cercado cheio de ovelhas à beira-mar. Até aí tudo bem, só que, para proteger as ovelhas tinham hienas, e não cães pastores como a gente vê no filmo do porquinho. Eram 2 ou 3 hienas, não me lembro. Pedro (a criança) cismou de querer aproximar das ovelhas e papai deu a ele um ramo com flores para levar até elas (em sonho pode tudo, não é?!). Eu falei para não ir, afinal, minha experiência com hienas era só no Rei Leão, mas eu sabia que elas eram animais ferozes. Mas não, papai não me escuta nem em sonho, levou o menino pra colocar flores para as ovelhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É óbvio, as hienas correram atrás do menino. Nisso papai sumiu no sonho (eu o via bem distante), e o Pedro-pequeno correu para mim, o Pedro-grande, pedindo proteção. Eu o peguei no colo, e tentei proteger das hienas. Elas realmente são como me lembrava do Rei Leão. Bichos violentos esses, viu... Tentavam a todo custo nos machucar, foi uma cena vívida o bastante para eu não me esquecer dos dentes e do barulho que suas mordidas faziam. Era desesperador...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisso, com o menino apavorado no meu colo eu me lembrei de outro filme (desse eu nem lembro o nome), lá falava que hienas só atacam o que é menor que elas, são medrosas. Tentei acalmar o Pedro-criança e o mandei subir nos meus ombros com os braços para cima. Eu sabia que ele estava com medo, mas confiou em mim e subiu. Surpreendentemente as hienas mudaram a postura, pareciam sem entender como havia crescido rápido, e, como se achassem que não poderiam mais nos fazer mal, elas nos rodearam e correram de volta para as ovelhas. Só lembro de abraçar o menino antes de acordar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um despertar confuso, sem saber o que estava fazendo. Se fosse filme eu choraria, ou acordaria gritando. Eu, na minha vida real, fiquei olhando o teto alguns segundos. Tempo o suficiente para fazer minha análise do sonho das hienas... e eu preferia achar que era só um sonho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-2044995201145489660?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/2044995201145489660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=2044995201145489660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/2044995201145489660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/2044995201145489660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/04/sonho.html' title='Sonho'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-1358285986283640035</id><published>2008-04-16T17:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:07:37.641-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SAZkFNgDMXI/AAAAAAAAABw/7JttVcFNDBM/s1600-h/ang2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189945661277286770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SAZkFNgDMXI/AAAAAAAAABw/7JttVcFNDBM/s320/ang2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucrilhos com iogurte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Campainha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais comida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Música de filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tristeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Academia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enrola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Televisão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beatles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apostila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... e respira.&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/18759663-1358285986283640035?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/1358285986283640035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=1358285986283640035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1358285986283640035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1358285986283640035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/04/filme.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/SAZkFNgDMXI/AAAAAAAAABw/7JttVcFNDBM/s72-c/ang2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-721814581945552983</id><published>2008-04-08T22:10:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:02:09.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de bordo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;- Tô me sentindo gorda...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tá não.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(e daí que você tá sentindo? não sou eu que vou resolver isso)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tô triste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Fica não...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(eu não tô importando com isso, quando foi que você perguntou se eu tava bem?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu tô precisando de um abraço...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;[abraçando] &lt;abraçando&gt;&lt;em&gt;(já dá pra soltar?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Quando a gente vai lá de novo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Agora tá difícil... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ainda tenho tanta coisa pra estudar...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Depois a gente vai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- É... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(será que vou ter paciência de novo?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu te amo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;[sorri] &lt;sorrindo&gt;&lt;em&gt;(eh.. eu também aprendi a te amar...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;[silencia]&lt;silêncio&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; [silencia]&lt;silêncio&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Obrigada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Que isso... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(é só um pouco de chateação... deve passar...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Boa noite, até quinta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- É.. até quinta. &lt;/strong&gt;[liga o carro, o som e vira a rua...]&lt;liga&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;[fecha a porta, como se deixasse de existir]&lt;fecha&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu queria me abrir com você...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu também queria... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(não me deixe sem saber...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu gosto de você!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu também, de verdade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(infelizmente)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Por que tá off? Tá escondendo de quem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Do mundo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(eu só queria conversar com você, é dificil de entender?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;[silencia]&lt;silencia&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Por que a gente não pode se encontrar? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(eu vou onde você estiver agora mesmo!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Não dá.. mas eu queria, muito!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- ok &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(se quisesse mesmo a gente dava um jeito)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Desculpa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Não tem problema... a gente continua assim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (e eu já ficaria triste de todo jeito, não liga...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu tô triste...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Não fica! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(eu tô triste por nós dois...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Desculpa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Desculpa também... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(queria que fosse diferente...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;[silencia]&lt;silencia&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu tenho que ir... bonoite...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;[talvez tenha mesmo deixado de existir...]&lt;br /&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..............&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Ao meu redor está deserto, você não está por perto e ainda está tão perto..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-721814581945552983?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/721814581945552983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=721814581945552983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/721814581945552983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/721814581945552983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/04/dirio-de-bordo.html' title='Diário de bordo..'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-3404996009964301680</id><published>2008-03-29T23:39:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:07:37.860-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/R-7-ot1g6EI/AAAAAAAAABU/g3Ba35yzOVk/s1600-h/10-Love-ruins-everythign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183360196602292290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/R-7-ot1g6EI/AAAAAAAAABU/g3Ba35yzOVk/s320/10-Love-ruins-everythign.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é um sentimento egoísta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém consegue me provar o contrário!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/18759663-3404996009964301680?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/3404996009964301680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=3404996009964301680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/3404996009964301680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/3404996009964301680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/03/amor-um-sentimento-egosta-ningum.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/R-7-ot1g6EI/AAAAAAAAABU/g3Ba35yzOVk/s72-c/10-Love-ruins-everythign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-1413122729397401486</id><published>2008-03-05T00:34:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:44:41.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas mantenha o respeito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Só louco, a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;mou como eu amei&lt;br /&gt;Só louco, quis o bem que eu quis&lt;br /&gt;Ah, insensato coração porque me fizeste sofrer?&lt;br /&gt;Porque de amor pra entender é preciso amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque só louco, louco..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;********************* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada era como você imaginava, e o perfeito era eu afinal...&lt;br /&gt;D2, mas mantenha o respeito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dói o peito, e não é infarto, nem amor... Decepção também machuca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-1413122729397401486?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/1413122729397401486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=1413122729397401486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1413122729397401486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1413122729397401486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/03/mas-mantenha-o-respeito.html' title='Mas mantenha o respeito!'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-5688559009244587147</id><published>2008-03-01T21:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:02:40.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sad, sad, sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe-se o porquê&lt;br /&gt;Sabe-se o que resolve&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda assim muito problema&lt;br /&gt;Aff...&lt;br /&gt;Sem paciência de conviver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-5688559009244587147?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/5688559009244587147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=5688559009244587147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/5688559009244587147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/5688559009244587147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/03/sad-sad-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-7896194695510127137</id><published>2008-02-26T23:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:05:11.797-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje eu quero sair só...</title><content type='html'>Sem amarras, sem pé-no-chão, sem firmeza, sem terra firme... mas com rumo certo e sensação de liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;É bom descobrir que nossas verdades são mutáveis, são passíveis de erro e nem sempre são verdadeiras, só são idéias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;Auto-conhecimento é foda! Mas tem suas vantagens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;Estar só não é não ter ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;Amando tudo isso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-7896194695510127137?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/7896194695510127137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=7896194695510127137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7896194695510127137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7896194695510127137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/02/hoje-eu-quero-sair-s.html' title='Hoje eu quero sair só...'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-7577750764600875550</id><published>2008-01-31T11:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:54:49.095-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Vida louca vida... já que eu não posso te levar, quero que você me leve..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria mais fácil de outro jeito, sem tanta dificuldade.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que eu sinto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-7577750764600875550?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/7577750764600875550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=7577750764600875550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7577750764600875550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7577750764600875550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2008/01/vida-louca-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-1422615282874678759</id><published>2007-12-27T22:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:28:19.987-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Numa arritmia cardíaca, um dos processos "necessários" para que aconteça é o de reentrada. Hoje eu entendi isso...&lt;br /&gt;As reentradas são perigosas para o coração, são capiciosas, por assim dizer. Elas podem causar estragos... que medo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-1422615282874678759?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/1422615282874678759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=1422615282874678759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1422615282874678759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1422615282874678759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/12/numa-arritmia-cardaca-um-dos-processos.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-4009613597794863960</id><published>2007-11-29T23:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:07:38.088-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra rua ME levar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/R09n_0VaFJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yUvIJINcBQA/s1600-R/c3fe804b528c976b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138440045930878098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="252" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/R09n_0VaFJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2xAqewqr3aA/s320/c3fe804b528c976b.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vou viver, como alguém que só espera um novo amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo que ninguém compreenda isso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há outras coisas no caminho aonde eu vou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tantas outras coisas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes ando só, trocando passos com a solidão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momentos que são meus e que não abro mão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just need them, ok?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É... mas tenho ainda muita coisa pra arrumar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bem mais até do que eu queria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promessas que me fiz e que ainda não cumpri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu as conheço de cor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras me aguardam o tempo exato pra falar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisas minhas, talvez você nem queira ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e algumas vezes, eu também queria falar, sabe?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já sei olhar o rio por onde a vida passa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo que às vezes só o veja passar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem me precipitar e nem perder a hora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e até mantendo uma cautela excessiva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuto no silêncio que há em mim e basta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque, quase sempre, é só o que tenho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outro tempo começou pra mim agora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;é o que eu quero acreditar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou deixar a rua me levar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;er a cidade se acender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lua vai banhar esse lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu vou lembrar você...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo sem saber quem você é...&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/18759663-4009613597794863960?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/4009613597794863960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=4009613597794863960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4009613597794863960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4009613597794863960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/11/pra-rua-me-levar.html' title='Pra rua ME levar'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/R09n_0VaFJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2xAqewqr3aA/s72-c/c3fe804b528c976b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-1958772602845851946</id><published>2007-11-25T23:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:11:18.051-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Escorpião</title><content type='html'>Comemoro hoje 22 anos que fui picado por escopião. Tudo bem que é um fato que não tem sido se quer lembrado nos últimos anos - a não ser por mim mesmo, mas ainda é fato e eu ainda gosto de pensar a respeito. Todo esse tempo me deu uma história de vitória diante das "adversidades", vitória essa super-valorizada pela descrição feita por meu avô, como diriam do Ross, sou praticamente um 'milagre da medicina'.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja mesmo só um ato inconsciente de me achar forte, ou talvez seja mesmo o que me disseram ser... e daí?! Eu me contento com o que quer que seja, hoje eu só quero lembrar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-1958772602845851946?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/1958772602845851946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=1958772602845851946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1958772602845851946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/1958772602845851946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/11/escorpio.html' title='Escorpião'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-4891778230177128307</id><published>2007-11-16T19:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T19:59:51.396-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não aceito!</title><content type='html'>Como assim, você está na sua casa, tranquilamente, num dia que se deu pra descansar, resolve ver televisão e anunciam, sem te perguntar se você quer saber, que canhotos vivem 9 anos menos que destros... NOVE! Isso não pode estar certo.&lt;br /&gt;Presta atenção... só pelo fato de ser homem já me tiraram cerca de 10 anos. Sendo canhoto, mais 9, quer dizer, menos 9. Só nessta brincadeira me tiram quase vinte anos, &lt;strong&gt;vinte anos, caramba!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos fosse por escolha minha, não, isso foi imposição. Nasce-se homem e canhoto, sem opção de escolha. Agora a pessoa tem que aceitar tudo?! Que saco!&lt;br /&gt;Aí você vê as mulheres reclamando por nascer mulher... vocês vão ter pelo menos 20 anos a mais do que eu pra aproveitar. Esse tempo vai rebater todo o sofrimento da menstruação, dos partos, da TPM... 20 anos são uma vida, inteirinha!&lt;br /&gt;Deus não tem sido justo comigo... e eu não to aceitando isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra tentar me aliviar... vou de Caetano... mesmo não sendo pele tão solta assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"não tenho inveja da maternidade&lt;br /&gt;nem da lactação&lt;br /&gt;não tenho inveja da adiposidade&lt;br /&gt;nem da menstruação&lt;br /&gt;só tenho inveja da longevidade&lt;br /&gt;e dos orgasmos múltiplos&lt;br /&gt;e dos orgasmos múltiplos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sou homem&lt;br /&gt;pele solta sobre o músculo&lt;br /&gt;eu sou homem&lt;br /&gt;pêlo grosso no nariz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não tenho inveja da sagacidade&lt;br /&gt;nem da intuição&lt;br /&gt;não tenho inveja da fidelidade&lt;br /&gt;nem da dissimulação&lt;br /&gt;só tenho inveja da longevidade&lt;br /&gt;e dos orgasmos múltiplos&lt;br /&gt;e dos orgasmos múltiplos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sou homem&lt;br /&gt;pele solta sobre o músculo&lt;br /&gt;eu sou homem&lt;br /&gt;pêlo grosso no nariz"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-4891778230177128307?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/4891778230177128307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=4891778230177128307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4891778230177128307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4891778230177128307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-aceito.html' title='Não aceito!'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-168125239094527501</id><published>2007-11-14T23:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:07:38.288-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectativas...</title><content type='html'>Eu tenho uma certa mania de guardar no celular frases que ouço ou leio que me fazem pensar (leia-se, 'sentir algo'). Há algumas semanas eu guardei essa: &lt;em&gt;"Expectativas nos mantêm estáveis. O inesperado muda nossas vidas!"&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei incomodado com essa afirmação. Incomodado, porque primeiro achei que tinha expectativas de menos, por isso dessa total instabilidade que me define. Mas (porém, todavia, entretanto...), hoje pensei diferente. Pensei que minhas expectativas são praticamente absurdas de tão grandiosas. E te garanto, isso não tem me trazido a menor estabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/RzugxYC4QGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NZm_olg2pRk/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132872970447372386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/RzugxYC4QGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NZm_olg2pRk/s320/imagem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu menos eu fosse equilibrado... é hora de me olhar no espelho e falar com cara de bravo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Vê se te enxerga!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É... e enquanto procurava a foto da minha mais nova expectativa, outra frase: "Os sonhos acabam de manhã e eu tenho que acordar"... aff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na foto... Ana Paula Bertola&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/18759663-168125239094527501?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/168125239094527501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=168125239094527501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/168125239094527501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/168125239094527501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_14.html' title='Expectativas...'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/RzugxYC4QGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NZm_olg2pRk/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-7817159996867152819</id><published>2007-11-10T10:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T10:50:19.792-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pior que dormir com raiva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....................................&lt;/span&gt;... é acordar triste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-7817159996867152819?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/7817159996867152819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=7817159996867152819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7817159996867152819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7817159996867152819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/11/pior-que-dormir-com-raiva.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-7060330634547372116</id><published>2007-11-09T12:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T12:33:51.215-02:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>Algumas pessoas até que mereciam morrer... num é?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-7060330634547372116?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/7060330634547372116/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=7060330634547372116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7060330634547372116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/7060330634547372116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='=/'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-8377031466628305695</id><published>2007-11-06T22:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:07:38.587-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/RzENp8Sb2eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fG7wEGj6OWw/s1600-h/blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129896464760953314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="129" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/RzENp8Sb2eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fG7wEGj6OWw/s320/blog.JPG" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje me deparei com um fato curioso... deitado na cama, logo depois de terminar de ler o primeiro capítulo do meu livro novo, eu me olhei no espelho e me achei bonito. Assim, sem mais nem menos, achei e pronto!&lt;br /&gt;Pode parecer estranho, mas ultimamente isso tem sido cada vez mais raro, por isso me espantei quando percebi o que estava acontecendo. Talvez seja só um lapso, afinal, eu ando tão cansado que um desses não seria nada inesperado. Talvez um ângulo distorcido. Ou talvez uma verdade não-óbvia e que eu teimo em não enxergar. Vai saber...&lt;br /&gt;Agora também não importa, eu estava bonito no espelho e, acredite, isso me deu até ânimo para cortar as unhas... Cuidar de você mesmo pode ser assim tão mais simples do que possa parecer. E isso, aparentemente, também é felicidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-8377031466628305695?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/8377031466628305695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=8377031466628305695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/8377031466628305695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/8377031466628305695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/11/hoje-me-deparei-com-um-fato-curioso.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_481opsNiuHM/RzENp8Sb2eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fG7wEGj6OWw/s72-c/blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-2668555427391062076</id><published>2007-11-01T00:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:51:08.591-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Com vontade de escrever, prometo!&lt;br /&gt;Mas sem criatividade pra isso... pelo menos por agora!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-2668555427391062076?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/2668555427391062076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=2668555427391062076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/2668555427391062076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/2668555427391062076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/11/com-vontade-de-escrever-prometo-mas-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-3583801291733983606</id><published>2007-10-21T10:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T10:53:58.046-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Ah coração leviano não sabe o que fez do meu... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e hoje é só...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-3583801291733983606?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/3583801291733983606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=3583801291733983606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/3583801291733983606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/3583801291733983606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/10/ah-corao-leviano-no-sabe-o-que-fez-do.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-6408804761528857188</id><published>2007-10-19T10:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T10:54:58.467-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"O velho e o moço"</title><content type='html'>Ontem tentei achar palavras pra me definir neste estado atual... é meio complicado.&lt;br /&gt;Fica tudo meio tendencioso quando se pega uma gripe durante uma noite inteira em claro, e que me faz ficar com estado subfebril (é, não era só calor...), e com os olhos doendo, e com medo de se estar com dengue, e do corpo mole e falta de olfato... tudo fica muito mais tendencioso.&lt;br /&gt;Tendencioso pra se achar que nada vai bem, que eu, novamente, me encontro numa fase depressiva, desvitalizada. Fase em que eu mais sei usar máscaras e me esconder do mundo que se passa a minha volta. Fase em que eu não quero mais nada além de dormir, deitar... e às vezes chorar... Mas fico só nos dois primeiros mesmo. O choro se engasga, prende a garganta, dificulta a respiração... mas fica sempre retido. É... como um aborto retido. Retido o suficiente para se infectar, para matar. Mas não tenho antibióticos para melancolia, sem remédio para tristeza (e sem direito a Prozac... também não é pra tanto).&lt;br /&gt;Só vou deixar tudo assim... porque o acaso é amigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Deixo tudo assim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me importo em ver a idade em mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouço o que convém.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu gosto é do gasto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei do incômodo e ela tem razão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando vem dizer que eu preciso sim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De todo o cuidado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se eu fosse o primeiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A voltar pra mudar o que eu fiz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem então agora eu seria?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahh tanto faz! E o que não foi não é,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei que ainda vou voltar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, eu quem será?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixo tudo assim, não me acanho em ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vaidade em mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu digo o que condiz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu gosto é do estrago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei do escândalo e eles têm razão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando vem dizer que eu não sei medir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem tempo e nem medo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se eu for o primeiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a prever e poder desistir do que for dar errado?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhh, ora, se não sou eu quem mais vai decidir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que é bom pra mim?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dispenso a previsão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhh, se o que eu sou é também&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que eu escolhi ser aceito a condição.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou levando assim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o acaso é amigo do meu coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando falo comigo, quando eu sei ouvir..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-6408804761528857188?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/6408804761528857188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=6408804761528857188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6408804761528857188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6408804761528857188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-velho-e-o-moo.html' title='&quot;O velho e o moço&quot;'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-6211624807673187713</id><published>2007-10-13T19:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:31:19.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The broken sonet</title><content type='html'>I'm not in the mood for being happy and polite&lt;br /&gt;or in the mood to smile or tell jokes&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood to make new friends&lt;br /&gt;Neither to keep the old ones that close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need the moonlight and a lit bit of silence&lt;br /&gt;I only want to have a nice meal and eat it without any guilt&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be happy only on 'study time'&lt;br /&gt;I want to have someone around my arms (or my fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking for any special care&lt;br /&gt;and I don't think I deserve it&lt;br /&gt;but some care would make me better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me pretend to be bright&lt;br /&gt;bright enought to simulate a sonet&lt;br /&gt;or just keep living&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-6211624807673187713?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/6211624807673187713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=6211624807673187713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6211624807673187713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6211624807673187713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/10/broken-sonet.html' title='The broken sonet'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-3214047625370167632</id><published>2007-10-12T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:57:16.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amo amores de música... só não gosto do impacto que eles têm sobre mim... sempre acho que eles são reais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-3214047625370167632?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/3214047625370167632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=3214047625370167632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/3214047625370167632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/3214047625370167632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/10/amo-amores-de-msica.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-14231308587532452</id><published>2007-10-04T16:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T17:01:47.144-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Só não se perca ao entrar no meu infinito particular"</title><content type='html'>Não quero ninguém aqui dentro agora! Tem tanto que ainda é só meu e eu não sei... agora quero só pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Quero só pra mim o amor que posso dar, e a alegria que provoco. Quero pra mim minhas palavras e meu sorriso. Não vou dar pra ninguém meu bom humor, nem minha inteligência. Vou guardar só pra mim o meu carinho, meus beijos e meu abraço. Só pra mim as idas ao meus lugares secretos e a brisa que me irrita ao bagunçar meu cabelo. Quero que seja só pra mim o meu coração, meus pulmões, meus sentidos. Não adianta pedir que é só pra mim o meu silêncio. Também guardo minhas birras, minha falta de paciência, meus pecados e até meu egoísmo... só pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ninguém onde só eu quero estar agora, no &lt;strong&gt;meu &lt;/strong&gt;infinito particular... &lt;em&gt;só meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... até que alguém possa merecê-lo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-14231308587532452?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/14231308587532452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=14231308587532452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/14231308587532452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/14231308587532452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/10/s-no-se-perca-ao-entrar-no-meu-infinito.html' title='&quot;Só não se perca ao entrar no meu infinito particular&quot;'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-6736853819220392834</id><published>2007-10-01T21:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:58:55.082-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acho que o amor que acredito não existe! E nem falo isso com aquela sensação de desilusão amorosa ou algo do tipo, falo com sensação de que aprendi tudo errado. Talvez acreditei demais em filmes e histórias românticas, no beijo perfeito ao pôr-do-sol, no abraço debaixo da chuva, na troca de olhares depois de uma crise de riso a dois... isso tudo não existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We'll love you just the way you are if you're perfect"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-6736853819220392834?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/6736853819220392834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=6736853819220392834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6736853819220392834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6736853819220392834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/10/acho-que-o-amor-que-acredito-no-existe.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-6668144514175351947</id><published>2007-09-29T17:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T13:13:55.854-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase nada muda</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Escrito em 10/5/2007, 00:47&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não bastava ter de sofrer sozinho, resignado e tentar fazer as coisas de um jeito diferente ainda tem que sofrer agressões?! Eu devia ter lido melhor o contrato... as letras pequenas tem tudo, as entrelinhas são imoprtantíssimas. É ser muito burro mesmo... Eu não escolhi ser diferente, eu nunca quis me destacar... ficaria extremamente contente em ser só mais um na multidão. Eu cresci acreditando que ia ser assim, agora as coisas resolvem mudar... fala sério! Acho que viver seria bem mais fácil se eu só tivesse que preocupar comigo mesmo... e daí que as pessoas passam fome, e daí que minha mãe tá passando mal, e daí que eu saio no dia da importante final do Figueirense e Quinze de Piracicaba (eu sempre achei que esses times são tipo um nada... mas sei lá)... Imagina um mundo em que ninguém me perguntaria o que eu tenho feito da vida e quando eu respondesse "Ah, matado umas aulas, mentido pra algumas pessoas, ficado jogando poker ao invés de estudar..." e ninguém importaria... Acho que num mundo assim eu não precisaria ficar aqui escrevendo pra mim mesmo, só pra que eu saiba que eu concordo comigo mesmo, sem querer em nada ser diferente do que eu sou, mesmo com minhas "porqueiragens"... fala sério, há muito tempo que eu deixei de acreditar que existem pessoas perfeitas, mas todo mundo parece que ainda acredita nisso... wake up people! Eu queria não me sentir tão mal com o ódio que eu sinto, com toda a fúria. Queria ir agora e falar na cara "Você é uma vaca! Vai tomar no cu!" Mas não... eu tenho que manter o nível da convivência social... o escambal com a sociedade! Hipocrisia e só! Acho que faz parte da vida humana sempre acreditar que as coisas só estão piores agora, com o tempo melhora, porque você já está fazendo algo pra que seja diferente... oh ilusão! Faz parte da sobrevivência, eu sei, mas não devia ser tão ruim desistir às vezes, só parar e voltar quando se quer, sem que se perca nada, sem que a vida em si passe. O pior é que não sou o primeiro a falar isso, nem serei o último... Se fosse possível eu escolheria só algumas pessoas pra ter de conviver... você não é importante pra mim, azar. Eu só quero fulano e fulano na minha vida... Já pensou?! Vida muito mais fácil na certa! Mas não, tem o colega idiota que você tem de ouvir e admitir que ele sabe muito; tem o imbecil do professor que é pura demagogia, mas que você tem de balançar a cabeça e sorrir quando ele fala as merdas dele; tem aquele inútil que trabalha no estacionamento que você se sente obrigado a perguntar se tá tudo bem e desejar bom dia. Oh vidinha... Sabe outra coisa que seria bom? Se todo mundo entendesse as coisas como você entende. Não que precisasse ser todo mundo igual, com os mesmos pensamentos, os mesmos comportamentos, mas que ouvisse uma música e falasse que sabe perfeitamente o que eu penso quando eu a canto, que não teria problema algum em aceitar a forma como eu sinto em relação à uma imagem, um filme... Não, o mundo não é assim! Mas ainda acredito no amor, na alegria e na puta que pariu... viva a modernidade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-6668144514175351947?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/6668144514175351947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=6668144514175351947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6668144514175351947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/6668144514175351947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/09/quase-nada-muda.html' title='Quase nada muda'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-4533372605713114900</id><published>2007-09-22T18:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:10:25.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gestação!</title><content type='html'>Não me pergunte o porquê... já tentei parar de me entender há tempos... de me explicar então, nem se fala...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja filhote de elefante mesmo (o peso já denuncia, eu sei), mas não faço idéia do que pode sair de um período de gestação tão longo. Talvez fosse só o tempo pra me reinventar, ou só achar que tantas coisas assim mudaram.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como se resume um período (assim) tão longo, nem se é o importante agora. Não sei se em novembro de 2005 eu acharia uma ida ao shopping tão chata quanto um domingo a tarde na televisão, ou se naquela época eu chegaria em casa e escutaria Chico Buarque, ou se ia ter essa vontade de parar o tempo um pouco, só pra me descansar das pessoas... talvez sim...&lt;br /&gt;Interessante que isso é meio constante... as pessoas me cansam às vezes! Agora, na minha fase "ameba de ser", ando pouco me importando com o que acontece ao meu redor (que "está deserto"). Fica quase como se todo mundo pudesse ser só Joões ou Marias, não faria diferença... e um "vai pra puta-que-pariu" sai tão fácil que já nem tem tanto efeito mais.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu tenho um Pierrot só pra mim, e descobri que ele me toca mais pelo que ele sente pelos outros do que pelo que ele sente por si mesmo. Hoje eu tenho vontades que ainda não sei controlar. Hoje eu ainda não sei conversar com pessoas que não conheço. Hoje eu sou um misto de passado e presente que me fascina (e também me assusta). Hoje eu quase me sinto um personagem de Machado de Assis, sem entender qual é o da Capitu. Hoje eu sou um mistério... será?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-4533372605713114900?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/4533372605713114900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=4533372605713114900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4533372605713114900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/4533372605713114900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2007/09/gestao.html' title='Gestação!'/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18759663.post-113145319514053996</id><published>2005-11-08T10:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T13:00:58.124-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let us see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18759663-113145319514053996?l=pedrhenrik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/feeds/113145319514053996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18759663&amp;postID=113145319514053996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/113145319514053996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18759663/posts/default/113145319514053996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedrhenrik.blogspot.com/2005/11/lets-us-see.html' title=''/><author><name>pedrhenrik</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1193925722/85269281.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
