<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:30:43.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.: Lua Mística :.</title><subtitle type='html'>Quem me lê, me lê? Ou se lê? O texto, sou eu &amp; você. A poesia se faz através de quem me lê, se vê, se me vê.


(Cairo Trindade)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111950739309640229</id><published>2005-06-22T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:16:33.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que eu sou inconstante, todo mundo ainda vai ficar careca de tanto saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou encerrando o blog. Ja nao sou eu por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Hora de recolher as coisas e seguir para outro lugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111950739309640229?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111950739309640229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111950739309640229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111950739309640229' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111898191823063788</id><published>2005-06-16T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T21:18:38.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Assistindo pela mil&amp;eacute;sima vez &lt;b&gt;Brilho Eterno De Uma Mente Sem Lembran&amp;ccedil;as&lt;/b&gt;, reparo numa frase de Jim Carrey, no come&amp;ccedil;o do filme:&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;&lt;i&gt; "porque ser&amp;aacute; que eu me apaixono pela primeira pessoa que demonstra o m&amp;iacute;nimo de aten&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o comigo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&amp;atilde;o certo, t&amp;atilde;o &amp;oacute;bvio. Eu j&amp;aacute; ca&amp;iacute; nessa. Ca&amp;iacute;, caio e n&amp;atilde;o garanto que n&amp;atilde;o cairei novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, eu insisto tanto no errado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Noa - Eye in the sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111898191823063788?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111898191823063788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111898191823063788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111898191823063788' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111834858892970669</id><published>2005-06-09T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T13:23:08.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje, eu presenciei um beijo. N&amp;atilde;o foi um simples beijo. Um beijo intenso e sincero.&lt;br /&gt;E a&amp;iacute;, eu lembrei h&amp;aacute; quanto tempo n&amp;atilde;o sei o que &amp;eacute; um beijo desses. Se &amp;eacute; que um dia soube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diana Krall - Just the way you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111834858892970669?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111834858892970669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111834858892970669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111834858892970669' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111824393933054267</id><published>2005-06-08T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T08:18:59.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;Agrave; todos que torceram, muito obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um anj&amp;atilde;o da guarda trouxe a Norah para casa. Agora ela &amp;eacute; o novo membro da fam&amp;iacute;lia. N&amp;atilde;o imaginei que traria tanta alegria de imediato. Ela &amp;eacute; minha nova luz. A minha vida est&amp;aacute; se modificando para melhor, gra&amp;ccedil;as a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;No fotolog &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.net/kalulopes" title="http://www.fotolog.net/kalulopes" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.fotolog.net/kalulopes&lt;/a&gt; h&amp;aacute; uma foto dela, caso queiram ver!&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito feliz e com pouco tempo para a internet por enquanto. Vou curti-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijao a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111824393933054267?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111824393933054267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111824393933054267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111824393933054267' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111775766035684279</id><published>2005-06-02T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:14:20.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje eu descobri o amor &amp;agrave; primeira vista.&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez, entrei numa loja de animais e uma cachorrinha linda pulou do colo da vendedora para o meu.&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos um tempo brincando. Como n&amp;atilde;o posso compr&amp;aacute;-la, pois &amp;eacute; muito cara, sempre que puder, visitarei a cachorrinha que carinhosamente apelidei de Norah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem disse que n&amp;atilde;o podemos ser escolhidos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chico Buarque - Sabi&amp;aacute;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111775766035684279?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111775766035684279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111775766035684279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111775766035684279' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111760309018357693</id><published>2005-05-31T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:18:10.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou cometendo o mesmo erro de algum tempo atr&amp;aacute;s. Desta vez, com ci&amp;ecirc;ncia.&lt;br /&gt;Me enfiando em baladas, festas para esquecer. N&amp;atilde;o me acho aqui, muito menos l&amp;aacute;.&lt;br /&gt;E essa vida vira um mar de ref&amp;uacute;gios.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me vazia. &lt;br /&gt;Afastada. J&amp;aacute; n&amp;atilde;o sei quem &amp;eacute; a minha turma, se eu perten&amp;ccedil;o a alguma. se tenho ra&amp;iacute;zes.&lt;br /&gt;Medo de conhecer. medo de perder.&lt;br /&gt;Passo o tempo grudada nos meus pais e no meu irm&amp;atilde;o.&lt;br /&gt;Perdi minha identidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo &amp;eacute; intenso ou passageiro, nao sei. Este &amp;eacute; o momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;U2 - Stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111760309018357693?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111760309018357693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111760309018357693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111760309018357693' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111646566844803203</id><published>2005-05-18T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T18:21:08.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O encontro n&amp;atilde;o deu certo. Faltou ingresso para ele. Que a nossa pr&amp;oacute;xima tentativa n&amp;atilde;o seja Tim&amp;acirc;o e S&amp;atilde;o Paulo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos nos mudar. A patota toda. E come&amp;ccedil;a caixa pra l&amp;aacute;, caixa pra l&amp;aacute;, o que vai, o que fica, o que &amp;eacute; jogado fora.&lt;br /&gt;A novidade &amp;eacute; que iremos para uma casa. H&amp;aacute; mais de dez anos moro em apartamento. T&amp;atilde;o acostumada com o elevador e l&amp;aacute; vou eu iniciar a gin&amp;aacute;stica do "sobe e desce escada". &lt;br /&gt;Nada de zeladora dando pitaco, de subir doze andares quando acabar a luz, de diminuir o som, ou pisar leve quando chego de madrugada para n&amp;atilde;o incomodar o vizinho de baixo.&lt;br /&gt;Poderemos ter um cachorro. Mais frente, claro.&lt;br /&gt;Mudan&amp;ccedil;a &amp;eacute; renova&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o e tenho certeza de que come&amp;ccedil;aremos uma excelente fase na nossa nova resid&amp;ecirc;ncia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oasis - All Around The World&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111646566844803203?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111646566844803203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111646566844803203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111646566844803203' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111622010953165396</id><published>2005-05-15T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T14:15:43.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O nosso primeiro encontro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarta-feira, Parque Ant&amp;aacute;rtica, jogo do S&amp;atilde;o Paulo x Palmeiras.&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe: sou corinthiana roxa.&lt;br /&gt;Ele? S&amp;atilde;o Paulino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser&amp;aacute; que tor&amp;ccedil;o pra ele me beijar na hora que comemorar um gol do S&amp;atilde;o Paulo ou na hora de consolar porque perdeu para o Palmeiras?&lt;br /&gt;E se empatar? A&amp;iacute;, eu beijo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor aguardar a confirma&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o dos ingressos primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frejat - Segredos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111622010953165396?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111622010953165396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111622010953165396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111622010953165396' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111609103683318823</id><published>2005-05-14T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T10:17:16.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>N&amp;atilde;o tenho vontade de postar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111609103683318823?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111609103683318823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111609103683318823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111609103683318823' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111540056571753047</id><published>2005-05-06T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T10:29:25.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;* Os Incr&amp;iacute;veis n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; t&amp;atilde;o legal como imaginei. Prefiro o Nemo. Sem compara&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o.&lt;br /&gt;* N&amp;atilde;o quer, mas tamb&amp;eacute;m n&amp;atilde;o sai de cima? Que pena. Agora, estou esperta.&lt;br /&gt;* Como pude deixar alguns amigos de lado? Que bom t&amp;ecirc;-los comigo novamente.&lt;br /&gt;* Ser um pouco desencanada pode ser &amp;oacute;timo. E como.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu ando pregui&amp;ccedil;osa... cheia de pensamentos...soltando alguns por a&amp;iacute;.&lt;br /&gt;A saga continua n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Police - Every Breathe You take&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111540056571753047?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111540056571753047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111540056571753047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111540056571753047' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111522641163032296</id><published>2005-05-04T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T10:06:51.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A minha av&amp;oacute; disse que eu tenho o nariz da Gisele B&amp;uuml;ndchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo ficar feliz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Cure - Friday I&amp;acute;m in love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111522641163032296?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111522641163032296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111522641163032296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111522641163032296' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111472907719089594</id><published>2005-04-28T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T15:57:57.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF4A4A"&gt;N&amp;atilde;o vejo mais o brilho dos seus olhos pra mim &lt;br /&gt;Nem sei se ainda posso mesmo te fazer FELIZ &lt;br /&gt;Cada momento que passamos juro, foi bom &lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo que acende, apaga, e o que era doce se acabou &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111472907719089594?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111472907719089594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111472907719089594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111472907719089594' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111448907428486452</id><published>2005-04-25T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:17:54.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinceramente, eu n&amp;atilde;o tenho mais paci&amp;ecirc;ncia para joguinhos amorosos. Por isso, entrego os pontos.&lt;br /&gt;Ele me deixa muito insegura. Essa &amp;eacute; a grande verdade. E eu travo em algumas conversas.&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; o quero.&lt;br /&gt;Amanh&amp;atilde; &amp;eacute; dia de rev&amp;ecirc;-lo. &lt;br /&gt;Que a minha raz&amp;atilde;o fale mais alto que o cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o e que tudo n&amp;atilde;o v&amp;aacute; por &amp;aacute;gua abaixo no primeiro sorriso e abra&amp;ccedil;o que ele me der.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja forte, Kalu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elvis Presley - Always on my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111448907428486452?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111448907428486452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111448907428486452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111448907428486452' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111428314124595223</id><published>2005-04-23T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T12:05:41.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ser acordada &amp;agrave;s 3 horas da manh&amp;atilde; com uma liga&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o de algu&amp;eacute;m especial que lembra de voc&amp;ecirc;, mesmo em Recife, n&amp;atilde;o tem pre&amp;ccedil;o.&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer que a noite est&amp;aacute; linda? Hum. Sei.&lt;br /&gt;Ser&amp;aacute; que segunda-feira, eu pulo no pesco&amp;ccedil;o dele?&lt;br /&gt;E eu achando que o meu feriado ia ser bem chato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cazuza - O nosso amor a gente inventa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111428314124595223?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111428314124595223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111428314124595223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111428314124595223' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111405925276082908</id><published>2005-04-20T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:54:12.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou na minha vida real.&lt;br /&gt;Mais errando do que acertando. Por&amp;eacute;m, aprendendo e muito.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que finalmente, estou conseguindo ficar pouco tempo por aqui. &lt;br /&gt;A vida virtual servia como ref&amp;uacute;gio. &lt;br /&gt;Que horror ter que encarar os problemas. Que dificuldade! Mas esta &amp;eacute; a minha vida no momento. &lt;b&gt;A MINHA VIDA REAL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou me conhecendo melhor. Estranho, mas divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver &amp;eacute; o meu desafio favorito no momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Hootie and the Blowfish - Hold My Hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF4A4A"&gt;Ps. Banda maravilhosa e esquecida. Uma pena.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111405925276082908?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111405925276082908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111405925276082908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111405925276082908' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111379766687068983</id><published>2005-04-17T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T21:14:26.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Definitivamente, eu n&amp;atilde;o sei decidir. N&amp;atilde;o sei e n&amp;atilde;o gosto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111379766687068983?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111379766687068983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111379766687068983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111379766687068983' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111349782166066725</id><published>2005-04-14T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T19:45:13.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que conforta &amp;eacute; saber que dois dias n&amp;atilde;o iguais...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* acordar com a mensagem de uma amiga querida no celular:&lt;font color="#FF4A4A"&gt;&lt;i&gt; "Acordei feliz, tenho certeza que vamos ter muitas coisas boas para contar at&amp;eacute; o final da semana. Precisava dizer. Seja positiva. Beijos, F&amp;aacute;!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; -&lt;b&gt; N&amp;Atilde;O TEM PRE&amp;Ccedil;O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ser surpreendida pela vida e conhecer pessoas no meio da rua que est&amp;atilde;o procurando a mesma coisa que voc&amp;ecirc;. E que te d&amp;atilde;o uma carona depois disso por acreditar que h&amp;aacute; seres bons neste mundo. - &lt;b&gt;N&amp;Atilde;O TEM PRE&amp;Ccedil;O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um dia feliz, &amp;agrave;s vezes &amp;eacute; muito raro...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111349782166066725?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111349782166066725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111349782166066725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111349782166066725' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111332349176248443</id><published>2005-04-12T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T09:31:31.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF4A4A"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,&lt;br /&gt;She felt it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't help her,&lt;br /&gt;I just watched her make the same mistakes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong, what's wrong now?&lt;br /&gt;Too many, too many problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her feelings she hides.&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams she can't find.&lt;br /&gt;She's losing her mind.&lt;br /&gt;She's fallen behind.&lt;br /&gt;She can't find her place.&lt;br /&gt;She's losing her faith.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta sou eu, ultimamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111332349176248443?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111332349176248443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111332349176248443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111332349176248443' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111316233623836509</id><published>2005-04-10T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T12:45:36.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pensando bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu n&amp;atilde;o estou t&amp;atilde;o apaixonada assim. Ou estou?&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, eu conheci uma pessoa (calma, calma, n&amp;atilde;o arrumei outro). Passamos horas conversando sobre diversos assuntos. E a&amp;iacute;, caiu a ficha de que com a minha paix&amp;atilde;o n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; assim. E o que sobra dos relacionamentos? As conversas, certo?&lt;br /&gt;Depois conversar um tempo que nem percebi, de t&amp;atilde;o gostoso que estava o papo, encontrei minha paix&amp;atilde;o. N&amp;atilde;o teve tanta gra&amp;ccedil;a. &lt;br /&gt;Sentimento estranho. At&amp;eacute; o post anterior, eu estava arrastando Deus e o mundo por causa dele, hoje, n&amp;atilde;o tenho certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;U2 - With or without you&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111316233623836509?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111316233623836509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111316233623836509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111316233623836509' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111307200412780939</id><published>2005-04-09T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:40:04.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu ando no mundo da lua.&lt;br /&gt;Perco a concentra&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o nos meus livros, nos papos, nos filmes que assisto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu j&amp;aacute; tinha desistido de gostar de voc&amp;ecirc;. S&amp;oacute; estava achando a porta da sa&amp;iacute;da. E quando a encontrei, voc&amp;ecirc; me puxou para dentro novamente. &lt;br /&gt;Os sentimentos voltaram. Voltei a gostar de ti de uma maneira mais intensa. &lt;br /&gt;O que eu fa&amp;ccedil;o com voc&amp;ecirc; hein? Que me surpreende todo dia de um jeito apaixonante?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algu&amp;eacute;m joga a cordinha pra eu voltar ao Planeta Terra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cranberries - Zombie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111307200412780939?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111307200412780939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111307200412780939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111307200412780939' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111290599935316046</id><published>2005-04-07T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T13:33:19.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Preciso corrigir uma frase do post anterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apaixonada consciente &lt;/i&gt;est&amp;aacute; errado.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, eu percebi que n&amp;atilde;o estou nada consciente. Mas, ele me conquista todo dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu estou morrendo de medo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute;, eu sou medrosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111290599935316046?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111290599935316046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111290599935316046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111290599935316046' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111271639345350213</id><published>2005-04-05T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T08:53:13.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Andei ausente do mundo virtual e achei &amp;oacute;timo.&lt;br /&gt;Estou seguindo as pistas que deixo no mundo real.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz por n&amp;atilde;o ter cedido &amp;agrave;s provoca&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es de um ou outro perdido por a&amp;iacute;. &lt;br /&gt;Bem por estar pr&amp;oacute;xima, novamente, dos meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Leve por eliminar o que n&amp;atilde;o julgo bom para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonada consciente.&lt;br /&gt;Falando menos, ouvindo mais.&lt;br /&gt;Sem raiva de fantasmas que cercaram. Ou, pelo menos, tentaram.&lt;br /&gt;Estou crescendo. De uma forma ou outra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pedro Mariano - De repente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111271639345350213?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111271639345350213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111271639345350213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111271639345350213' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111220695951506380</id><published>2005-03-30T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T10:22:39.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.: N&amp;atilde;o v&amp;aacute; se perder outra vez :.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ando na minha. Ainda acho que deveria andar mais na minha. Eu, os meus pensamentos e s&amp;oacute;. Tenho uma sa&amp;uacute;de perfeita, uma fam&amp;iacute;lia e amigos maravilhosos. Mesmo assim, consigo me sentir s&amp;oacute;. &lt;br /&gt;Tenho a impress&amp;atilde;o de que me larguei em algum canto por a&amp;iacute;. N&amp;atilde;o lembro onde me deixei. Estou me procurando. Sem descanso. Procuro-me nos livros, nos filmes, nas fotos, naquele lugar esquecido do meu arm&amp;aacute;rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute;. Eu ando assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Phill Collins - I wish it would it rain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111220695951506380?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111220695951506380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111220695951506380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111220695951506380' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111189416539463732</id><published>2005-03-26T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T20:07:32.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pronto. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora, minha m&amp;atilde;e e minha av&amp;oacute; querem arrumar o oftalmologista delas para mim. Minha m&amp;atilde;e me pertubou tanto, que eu marquei uma consulta com ele. As duas foram juntas, claro. &lt;br /&gt;Na hora que entrei na sala, uma olhava pra um e a outra pro outro. Revezavam os olhares para n&amp;atilde;o perder nenhuma rea&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o. Uma situa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o t&amp;atilde;o pat&amp;eacute;tica e t&amp;atilde;o engra&amp;ccedil;ada. Hummm... bonit&amp;atilde;o, charmoso e simp&amp;aacute;tico. &lt;br /&gt;Por&amp;eacute;m, sinto decepcion&amp;aacute;-las. O cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o continua com o meu belo sorridente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres solteiras, algu&amp;eacute;m est&amp;aacute; precisando de um oftalmo? Eu posso recomendar um... &amp;oacute;... que &amp;eacute; uma beleza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111189416539463732?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111189416539463732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111189416539463732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111189416539463732' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111176723764592314</id><published>2005-03-25T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T08:13:57.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.: Hoje &amp;eacute; dia de festa :.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anivers&amp;aacute;rio de uma amiga querida. &lt;br /&gt;Ela j&amp;aacute; me levou ao motel. Eu nunca tinha ido ao motel e ela me levou. E n&amp;oacute;s ficamos tirando v&amp;aacute;rias fotos engra&amp;ccedil;adas e ouvindo m&amp;uacute;sica pulando na cama.&lt;br /&gt;Ela j&amp;aacute; me levou pra ver a Ivete Sangalo no dia do meu anivers&amp;aacute;rio em Santos. Nem preciso dizer o quanto foi um anivers&amp;aacute;rio especial.&lt;br /&gt;E eu achei que tivesse levado-a pra viajar comigo no mochil&amp;atilde;o, mas na verdade, ela que tamb&amp;eacute;m me levou para viajar. Porque eu parecia filha dela.&lt;br /&gt;Mulher independente, sabe. Determinada, decidida.&lt;br /&gt;Como toda ariana, tem um genio forte, mas  um cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o de ouro.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho v&amp;aacute;rias passagens nossas na minha mente no momento. Com os nossos momentos divertidos, os nossos momentos chorando e os nossos momentos s&amp;oacute; nossos, mas eu prefiro guardar aqui na minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;E eu queria deixar bem registrado que &amp;eacute; uma pessoa extremamente especial. &lt;br /&gt;E que no dia de hoje, receba muitas coisas boas, e energia para come&amp;ccedil;ar uma nova etapa da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF4A4A"&gt;F&amp;Ecirc;, PARAB&amp;Eacute;NS! EU TE AMO! SIMPLES ASSIM!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111176723764592314?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111176723764592314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111176723764592314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111176723764592314' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111168562781937338</id><published>2005-03-24T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T09:33:47.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.: "Sei que h&amp;aacute; amores imperfeitos..." :.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma breve explica&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o sobre o post anterior. Fui pega de surpresa pelo cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o. Achava que n&amp;atilde;o estava t&amp;atilde;o apaixonadinha. Eu prefiro quando a raz&amp;atilde;o fala mais alto, assim tenho um controle maior da situa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o. Eu perdi esse controle, a raz&amp;atilde;o foi para o banco de reservas. Conversamos pelo olhar e a&amp;iacute; eu me entrego. Quem disse que os olhos mentem? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou cheia de probleminhas por aqui, mas as pessoas ao meu lado, ultimamente, tem me passado muitas energias boas. Assim, sigo caminhando, um passo de cada vez. &lt;br /&gt;Senti-me no come&amp;ccedil;o do filme "Labirinto" onde a Sarah s&amp;oacute; caminha para frente, frente, e esquece de olhar com cuidado para os lados. Algo pode ser ilus&amp;oacute;rio. Olho para o lado, para tras, para frente, para baixo, para cima. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that&amp;acute;s the way it&amp;acute;s. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Skank - Amores Imperfeitos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111168562781937338?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111168562781937338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111168562781937338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111168562781937338' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111138126621578727</id><published>2005-03-20T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T21:01:06.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ai, se eu te pego cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu planejo tudo bonitinho e voc&amp;ecirc; me apronta uma dessas? &lt;br /&gt;Vai pro banco de reservas. Raz&amp;atilde;o, hora do jogo. Camisa n&amp;uacute;mero 9?&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu fui mexer em time que estava ganhando?&lt;br /&gt;Al&amp;eacute;m de leonina, sou teimosa.&lt;br /&gt;Acabou o intervalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#FF4A4A"&gt;"Bem amigos da Rede Globo..."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eagle Eye Cherry - Save Tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111138126621578727?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111138126621578727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111138126621578727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111138126621578727' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111133977138048362</id><published>2005-03-20T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T09:29:31.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.: Coisas de fam&amp;iacute;lia :.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e minha m&amp;atilde;e fizemos um nhoque imbat&amp;iacute;vel. Aquele que joga na parede e l&amp;aacute; fica. Ai, que borracha. O coitado do meu pai teve que comer tamb&amp;eacute;m. N&amp;atilde;o &amp;iacute;amos jogar aquele mont&amp;atilde;o fora. Salvou-se o meu irm&amp;atilde;o que n&amp;atilde;o almo&amp;ccedil;ou em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Quando algu&amp;eacute;m me pedir em casamento, preciso dizer: &lt;i&gt;"Ok, n&amp;atilde;o sei assoar o nariz e n&amp;atilde;o sei fazer nhoque. Casa assim mesmo?"&lt;/i&gt; Se bem que at&amp;eacute; l&amp;aacute;, vou criar um quick educativo da Kalu.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitando o embalo, uma amiga fez um quick antes de casar. Entregou ao marido dela. Achei t&amp;atilde;o engra&amp;ccedil;ado. Quando ele reclama de algo, ela manda-o pegar o quick e olhar p&amp;aacute;gina tal. &lt;br /&gt;Bom, pelo menos, avisado ele foi. &lt;br /&gt;Por&amp;eacute;m, acho que se esses quicks virassem moda, deveriam ser atualizados de tempos em tempos. &lt;br /&gt;E eu acho que ando com muito tempo livre para ficar pensando nessas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Madonna - Erotica&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111133977138048362?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111133977138048362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111133977138048362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111133977138048362' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111124821494344195</id><published>2005-03-19T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T08:03:34.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uma mensagem de uma amiga &lt;a href="http://aflordapele.blogger.com.br" title="T&amp;acirc;nia" target="_blank"&gt;querid&amp;iacute;ssima&lt;/a&gt;, virou o ritual do dia e deu certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF4A4A"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Uma vez um amigo me deu um conselho, num dia em que eu estava assim, meio down....Coloque o cd do Santana..."Corazon Espinado"....fique descal&amp;ccedil;a...(quem sabe uma ta&amp;ccedil;a de vinho branco geladinho)...umas pulseiras....e dance...dance...rodopie pela casa...rebole...e repita ...repita....Pronto!...Uma gargalhada pra terminar o ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina...ce nem tem id&amp;eacute;ia como funciona."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111124821494344195?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111124821494344195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111124821494344195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111124821494344195' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111117098230879564</id><published>2005-03-18T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T10:48:43.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu descubro que n&amp;atilde;o h&amp;aacute; nada melhor do que o colo do meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, se esse colo falasse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ella Fitzgerald - Under My Skin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111117098230879564?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111117098230879564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111117098230879564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111117098230879564' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111111829594966588</id><published>2005-03-17T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T19:58:15.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Is it getting better or do you feel the same?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ando t&amp;atilde;o perdida em meus pensamentos que n&amp;atilde;o sei se quero organiz&amp;aacute;-los (ou pelo menos tentar) aqui no blog.&lt;br /&gt;Penso numa solu&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o e n&amp;atilde;o consigo execut&amp;aacute;-la por completo.&lt;br /&gt;Penso em outra solu&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o. Surge outro problema. Tenho vontade de sair correndo, gritando. Sei que n&amp;atilde;o resolver&amp;aacute; , mas dar&amp;aacute; um belo al&amp;iacute;vio. &lt;br /&gt;Queria encontrar o mar. Tomar um belo banho de mar. &lt;br /&gt;Como eu sou ir&amp;ocirc;nica. Digo &amp;agrave;s pessoas que o N&amp;Atilde;O j&amp;aacute; existe, apenas tentamos o SIM e eu mesma, n&amp;atilde;o consigo chegar nem no TALVEZ.&lt;br /&gt;Bateu-me um desespero moment&amp;acirc;neo. Amanh&amp;atilde;, quando eu acordar, estarei melhor. N&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; assim? A gente n&amp;atilde;o dorme e deixa o passado l&amp;aacute; e vive o presente?&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o quero ligar pra nenhum dos meus amigos. N&amp;atilde;o quero me mover. Estou pensando, pensando, pensando. H&amp;aacute; tempos, n&amp;atilde;o me sentia assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai passar...&lt;br /&gt;Vai passar...&lt;br /&gt;J&amp;aacute; est&amp;aacute; passando... (processo do auto convencimento)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpem, mas onde mais poderia desabafar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;U2 - One&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111111829594966588?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111111829594966588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111111829594966588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111111829594966588' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111090753812306298</id><published>2005-03-15T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T09:25:38.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Repito: Eu s&amp;oacute; queria ter 22 anos na teoria e na pr&amp;aacute;tica. &lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o queria agir como uma adolescente de 15 anos em algumas situa&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es e como uma senhora de 60 anos em outras.&lt;br /&gt;Queria cometer os erros e acertos da minha idade.&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter apenas a responsabilidade que garotas da minha idade t&amp;ecirc;m. N&amp;atilde;o mais do que isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF4A4A"&gt;Eu s&amp;oacute; queria ter 22 anos.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obs: Tem Joss Stone no &lt;a href="http://cafedominguez.weblogger.com.br" title="Cafe Dominguez" target="_blank"&gt;Cafe Dominguez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111090753812306298?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111090753812306298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111090753812306298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111090753812306298' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111073082948101965</id><published>2005-03-13T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T08:20:29.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho que entrei numa fase tranquila.&lt;br /&gt;Sou t&amp;atilde;o agitada e ando t&amp;atilde;o calma.&lt;br /&gt;No meu r&amp;aacute;dio, agora toca m&amp;uacute;sicas do John Mayer, Joss Stone, Norah Jones, Etta James...&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de brigar por certas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas falam, eu ou&amp;ccedil;o e fico quieta.&lt;br /&gt;Deixei de ser agressiva e passei a argumentar de modo civilizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, onde eu fui parar? Ser&amp;aacute; que eu me escondi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joss Stone - Right to be wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111073082948101965?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111073082948101965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111073082948101965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111073082948101965' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111064834441238610</id><published>2005-03-12T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T09:27:37.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 x 0 pra mim. O Jogo come&amp;ccedil;ou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por&amp;eacute;m, n&amp;atilde;o sei se quero seguir at&amp;eacute; o final. Ah, eu sou impaciente.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, eu sou tantas coisas que me perco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Etta James - At Last&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111064834441238610?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111064834441238610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111064834441238610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111064834441238610' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111050964462256346</id><published>2005-03-10T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T18:54:04.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu n&amp;atilde;o gosto de jogar.&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma p&amp;eacute;ssima jogadora.&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos n&amp;atilde;o mentem. Os meus ent&amp;atilde;o, nem se fala.&lt;br /&gt;Eu n&amp;atilde;o consigo mentir quando se trata de amores. A minha bochecha fica mais vermelha do que j&amp;aacute; &amp;eacute; e eu me entrego facilmente nas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, tudo bem. Com voc&amp;ecirc;, eu percebi que s&amp;oacute; jogando mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Serei desonesta comigo, mas vou provar que consigo melhorar o meu jogo.&lt;br /&gt;E quem disse que leonino entra em algo pra perder, hein?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luiza Possi - Tudo que h&amp;aacute; de bom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111050964462256346?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111050964462256346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111050964462256346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111050964462256346' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111043590917416525</id><published>2005-03-09T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:25:09.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu sou muito pateta. &lt;br /&gt;Pronto, agora eu posso dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111043590917416525?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111043590917416525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111043590917416525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111043590917416525' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111034466602973087</id><published>2005-03-08T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T21:04:26.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ent&amp;atilde;o, eu vejo que ele n&amp;atilde;o tem nada com o meu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Como n&amp;oacute;s pensamos diferente. Pensamos e agimos de modo oposto.&lt;br /&gt;Ele n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; a pessoa que eu quero. Mal presta a aten&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o no que falo. Fica me olhando, me deixando encabulada. Ah, como eu detesto n&amp;atilde;o ser a dona da situa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o e entrar no jogo dele.&lt;br /&gt;Juro que tento me manter distante, mas a&amp;iacute; ele vem, me encanta com o seu sorriso, me d&amp;aacute; um abra&amp;ccedil;o t&amp;atilde;o bom e eu continuo assim... apaixonada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Red Hot Chilli Peppers - Scar Tissue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111034466602973087?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111034466602973087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111034466602973087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111034466602973087' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111021944567009986</id><published>2005-03-07T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T10:19:13.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.: Enquanto o monitor pifa, n&amp;oacute;s vivemos a vida l&amp;aacute; fora :.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troquei a manh&amp;atilde; de domingo que ia ajeitar algumas coisas no computador por um almo&amp;ccedil;o com uma antiga amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei um presente. Um CD com m&amp;uacute;sicas que ela lembra de mim quando escuta.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que foi um dos melhores presentes que j&amp;aacute; ganhei. N&amp;atilde;o s&amp;atilde;o apenas m&amp;uacute;sicas que gosto, mas tamb&amp;eacute;m outras m&amp;uacute;sicas que tenham algo de mim para ela. &lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o imaginem como fiquei feliz. Estou pensando em sequestrar a id&amp;eacute;ia dela e presentear alguns amigos com CD&amp;acute;s contendo as m&amp;uacute;sicas que eles me lembram. Imposs&amp;iacute;vel, eu escutar uma m&amp;uacute;sica e n&amp;atilde;o lembrar de algu&amp;eacute;m ou de uma ocasi&amp;atilde;o. &lt;br /&gt;Estou boba com o meu presente, mas h&amp;aacute; algo interessante a&amp;iacute; no meio. N&amp;atilde;o suporto a m&amp;uacute;sica ALWAYS do Bon Jovi e ela resolveu incluir justamente pelo fato de toda vez que escuta, lembrar que n&amp;atilde;o suporto. rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui est&amp;aacute; a lista das m&amp;uacute;sicas que a Bia lembra de mim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#FF4A4A"&gt;1. Billy Paul - Your Song&lt;br /&gt;2. Biilie Myers - Kiss The Rain&lt;br /&gt;3. Leo Jaime - Esse Brilho Em Teu Olhar&lt;br /&gt;4. Elton John - I Want Love&lt;br /&gt;5. Bush - Glycerine&lt;br /&gt;6. Bon Jovi - Always ( desculpa, mas eu pulo essa faixa )&lt;br /&gt;7. Alanis Morissette - You Oughta Know&lt;br /&gt;8. The Beatles - I Saw Her Standing There&lt;br /&gt;9. David Bowie - As The World Falls Down&lt;br /&gt;10. Marisa Monte - Na Estrada&lt;br /&gt;11. Mariah Carey - Hero&lt;br /&gt;12. Pearl Jam - Black&lt;br /&gt;13. Prince - Purple Rain&lt;br /&gt;14. Fiona Apple - Criminal&lt;br /&gt;15. Pretenders - Back On The Chain&lt;br /&gt;16. Roxette - How Do You Do?&lt;br /&gt;17. U2 - Walk On&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha semana come&amp;ccedil;ou muito bem e a sua?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111021944567009986?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111021944567009986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111021944567009986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111021944567009986' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-111003445389355609</id><published>2005-03-05T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T06:54:13.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu tenho a certeza de que o meu fim de semana ser&amp;aacute; bom, quando o meu pai entra no meu quarto, abre a janela com tudo e grita: &lt;i&gt;"Filha, olha o sol e o dia maravilhoso que est&amp;aacute; l&amp;aacute; fora. Vamos, levanta sua pregui&amp;ccedil;osa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;No momento seguinte, ele liga o r&amp;aacute;dio que sempre est&amp;aacute; tocando uma excelente m&amp;uacute;sica. Hoje foi dia de Cazuza que adoramos&lt;i&gt; (... o nosso amor a gente inventa....) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute;. O fim de semana come&amp;ccedil;ou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-111003445389355609?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111003445389355609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/111003445389355609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111003445389355609' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110986746453628058</id><published>2005-03-03T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T06:36:21.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabe o que eu menos gosto na nova vida de apaixonada?&lt;br /&gt;O fato da minha &lt;b&gt;raz&amp;atilde;o&lt;/b&gt; falar mais alto que o &lt;b&gt;cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto agia atrav&amp;eacute;s do meu &lt;b&gt;cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o&lt;/b&gt;, senti mudan&amp;ccedil;as que n&amp;atilde;o foram muito boas. A minha &lt;b&gt;raz&amp;atilde;o&lt;/b&gt; sempre falou mais e nunca fui muito a favor. Por&amp;eacute;m, j&amp;aacute; me livrou de poucas e boas.&lt;br /&gt;Desde segunda, resolvi agir com a &lt;b&gt;raz&amp;atilde;o&lt;/b&gt; novamente e n&amp;atilde;o que a melhora foi imediata? &lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o entendo, confesso que n&amp;atilde;o entendo. &lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo diz que mandamos na mente, no &lt;b&gt;cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o&lt;/b&gt;, jamais. E n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; uma gra&amp;ccedil;a, quando deixamos o &lt;b&gt;cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o&lt;/b&gt; falar?&lt;br /&gt;Por que a vida &amp;eacute; um jogo? Ok... mudando.... por que a vida amorosa &amp;eacute; um jogo? E por que eu n&amp;atilde;o posso ser sincera? Por que eu preciso bancar a &lt;i&gt;'dif&amp;iacute;cil e estou nem a&amp;iacute;&lt;/i&gt;' pra ele me notar, hein?&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o entendo, confesso que n&amp;atilde;o entendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Beatles - She Loves You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110986746453628058?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110986746453628058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110986746453628058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110986746453628058' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110969801614575442</id><published>2005-03-01T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T09:26:56.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.: Que falta faz uma trilha sonora :.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voc&amp;ecirc; n&amp;atilde;o acha que de vez em quando, falta &lt;i&gt;AQUELA&lt;/i&gt; m&amp;uacute;sica para uma determinada cena de sua vida? &lt;br /&gt;Hoje de manh&amp;atilde;, eu dava tudo para ouvir Yellow do Coldplay, mesmo que vindo do al&amp;eacute;m, ap&amp;oacute;s uma cena que eu vi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110969801614575442?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110969801614575442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110969801614575442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110969801614575442' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110965259287362835</id><published>2005-02-28T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T20:49:52.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;.: Ok, Ok... voc&amp;ecirc;s venceram :.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada de freira. Ainda mais depois de hoje. Uma freira e um padre brigaram tanto comigo no aeroporto, dizendo coisas que eu jamais imaginei que pudessem dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;[ partindo para o pr&amp;oacute;ximo assunto ]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu quero viver um dia de &lt;b&gt;"Antes do amanhecer"&lt;/b&gt;. Algu&amp;eacute; j&amp;aacute; viu? Ai, que filme do&amp;iacute;do. Di&amp;aacute;logos t&amp;atilde;o reais. &lt;br /&gt;Inclu&amp;iacute; um item importante na minha listinha p&amp;oacute;s-novi&amp;ccedil;a rebelde: ser mais aventureira.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre vivi minha liberdade, mas acredito que posso viv&amp;ecirc;-la ainda mais. Digo 'todas' as liberdades. Neste filme, senti isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com licen&amp;ccedil;a que vou ali viver mais e j&amp;aacute; volto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110965259287362835?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110965259287362835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110965259287362835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110965259287362835' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110942176891279493</id><published>2005-02-26T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T05:33:14.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.: Alguns n&amp;atilde;o passam no vestibular, outros s&amp;atilde;o recusados no convento :.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu tinha 15 anos, queria ser freira. N&amp;atilde;o sei se era porque eu estudava num col&amp;eacute;gio de freiras, mas eu queria e ponto final.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, fui conversar com a Madre superiora. Pedi pra ela me aceitar no convento. Para a minha surpresa, ela disse: N&amp;atilde;o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;N&amp;atilde;o? Como assim, N&amp;Atilde;&amp;Atilde;&amp;Atilde;OOO?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto as minhas amigas reclamavam que fulano, ciclano, beltrano n&amp;atilde;o gostava delas, eu reclamava que a Madre n&amp;atilde;o me aceitara no convento.&lt;br /&gt;Meus pais, s&amp;oacute; faltaram agradec&amp;ecirc;-la, de joelhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sete anos passaram, at&amp;eacute; essa vontade voltar. &lt;br /&gt;Bom, eu n&amp;atilde;o sou cat&amp;oacute;lica, acho que a Igreja Cat&amp;oacute;lica est&amp;aacute; morrendo, que hoje em dia as pessoas n&amp;atilde;o querem mais saber de rezar juntas e que livros de auto-ajuda e Paulo Coelho comandam a mente dos&lt;u&gt; 'em busca de f&amp;eacute;'&lt;/u&gt;. Mesmo assim, estava disposta a estudar a f&amp;eacute; dessa maneira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui ao convento visitar a mesma Madre superiora, surpresa com a minha visita.&lt;br /&gt;Conversa vai, conversa vem, criei coragem e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#3A3A3A"&gt;- Madre, eu quero que a senhora me aceite no convento. Quero ser freira!&lt;br /&gt;- Karen do c&amp;eacute;u, sete anos depois e voc&amp;ecirc; ainda n&amp;atilde;o aprendeu que n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; sua voca&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o?&lt;br /&gt;- Mas, Madre...&lt;br /&gt;- Nada de 'mas'.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;*decidida e firme*&lt;/i&gt; Madre, eu j&amp;aacute; fumei, j&amp;aacute; fiquei b&amp;ecirc;bada, j&amp;aacute; vi o U2, j&amp;aacute; conheci mais da metade dos lugares que eu queria conhecer, j&amp;aacute; namorei, j&amp;aacute; menti e muito. &amp;Eacute;, acho que j&amp;aacute; fiz muita coisa. Est&amp;aacute; vendo como eu n&amp;atilde;o vou me arrepender?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;*batendo as m&amp;atilde;os nas minhas costas e preparando para se despedir*&lt;/i&gt; Vamos fazer assim, mande o convite do seu casamento para mim.&lt;br /&gt;- O que? &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;*virando as costas e indo embora*&lt;/i&gt; Pode ser o convite do ch&amp;aacute; de beb&amp;ecirc; tamb&amp;eacute;m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas pessoas no mundo s&amp;atilde;o recusadas no convento? Algu&amp;eacute;m me consola e diz que j&amp;aacute; foi recusada tamb&amp;eacute;m?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110942176891279493?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110942176891279493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110942176891279493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110942176891279493' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110937188161059694</id><published>2005-02-25T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:28:55.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J&amp;aacute; que estou colorindo a minha vida, por que n&amp;atilde;o colorir o meu blog tamb&amp;eacute;m?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aerosmith - Cryin&amp;acute;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110937188161059694?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110937188161059694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110937188161059694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110937188161059694' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110931043819532440</id><published>2005-02-24T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T14:48:07.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;.: Conversas com a chefe :.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Olha Drica, segundo essa revista, ter&amp;aacute; show do CAKE!&lt;br /&gt;- Hummm.... &amp;eacute; de chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E olha que essa &amp;eacute; a chefe morena...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110931043819532440?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110931043819532440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110931043819532440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110931043819532440' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110918132758215959</id><published>2005-02-23T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T09:55:27.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.: Amizade que se perde &amp;eacute; a amizade que nunca teve :.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu tinha 16 anos, vivia grudada a duas amigas insepar&amp;aacute;veis. Amigas em todos os momentos. Divid&amp;iacute;amos at&amp;eacute; a nossa maior paix&amp;atilde;o: m&amp;uacute;sica. Ironia da vida ou n&amp;atilde;o, brigamos por causa disso. N&amp;atilde;o foi uma briga de sopapos ou de palavras que machucam. Nem sei se foi briga, mas o sentimento que nos unia, quebrou. &lt;br /&gt;Fiquei arrasada por um bom tempo. Um dia, meu pai disse: S&amp;oacute; se perde a amizade que nunca teve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute;ramos tr&amp;ecirc;s adolescentes cheias de sonhos, metas, com aquela sede de tudo para o agora. Passaram alguns anos e do mesmo jeito que a vida levou, trouxe de volta uma dessas amigas. Sem ressentimentos, sem tristezas. Senti uma bela mudan&amp;ccedil;a nos nossos papos. Eu n&amp;atilde;o participei das mudan&amp;ccedil;as da vida dela, nem ela participou das minhas.&lt;br /&gt;Pude compreender uma s&amp;eacute;rie de coisas e ver que algumas coisas n&amp;atilde;o s&amp;atilde;o por acaso.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, lembrei da frase do meu pai e sorri ao lembrar que nunca perdi esta amizade, apenas fomos buscar nossos caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A outra amiga? N&amp;atilde;o sei. Deixo o tempo cuidar desta parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;L&amp;uacute;, que bom que voc&amp;ecirc; voltou!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110918132758215959?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110918132758215959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110918132758215959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110918132758215959' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110891982894097851</id><published>2005-02-20T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T09:17:08.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#3A3A3A"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Venha me beijar de uma vez &lt;br /&gt;Voc&amp;ecirc; pensa demais &lt;br /&gt;Pra decidir &lt;br /&gt;Venha a mim de corpo e alma &lt;br /&gt;Libera e deixa o que for &lt;br /&gt;Nos unir" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Djavan - Flor do Medo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vida de apaixonada &amp;eacute; dif&amp;iacute;cil. Ou a gente complica? Tinha deixado ele pra l&amp;aacute;. Quando percebi, est&amp;aacute;vamos brincando de gato e rato.&lt;br /&gt;Essa fase de paquera &amp;eacute; t&amp;atilde;o boa, pena que a gente se acomoda. &lt;br /&gt;E todos os dias, quando vejo-o, teu sorriso me desmonta, o abra&amp;ccedil;o me desarma e a passada de m&amp;atilde;o nos meus cabelos me faz querer que aquele momento seja eterno. Pelo menos, ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje &amp;eacute; dia de suspiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110891982894097851?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110891982894097851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110891982894097851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110891982894097851' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110878819090531687</id><published>2005-02-18T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T20:43:10.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acho que virei mulherzinha. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes, eu achava perda de tempo ficar fazendo p&amp;eacute;, m&amp;atilde;o, cabelo, creme pra isso, creme pra aquilo e usa n&amp;atilde;o sei o que l&amp;aacute;.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje? Continuo concordando que &amp;eacute; perda de tempo, mas a diferen&amp;ccedil;a &amp;eacute; que agora, eu perco esse tempo com a nova vida de Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voc&amp;ecirc; pensa que eu sou uma mulherzinha - n&amp;iacute;vel b&amp;aacute;sico? R&amp;aacute;, pulei a etapa. Estou no n&amp;iacute;vel avan&amp;ccedil;ado. Estou cuidando de tudo, inclusive corpo e mente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, que adorava conversar com a minha m&amp;atilde;e sobre filosofia e m&amp;uacute;sica, s&amp;oacute; pergunto sobre cremes.&lt;br /&gt;Meu irm&amp;atilde;o, tadinho, que tem o cabelo comprido mais bonito do mundo, virou minha cobaia quando se trata de m&amp;aacute;scara para cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir ao shopping para passar horas dentro de uma livraria, virou apenas uma passadinha. &lt;br /&gt;At&amp;eacute; comecei a combinar blusa com cal&amp;ccedil;a e brinco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algu&amp;eacute;m me salva?&lt;br /&gt;SOCORRO! Eu virei mulherzinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Djavan - Flor do mundo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110878819090531687?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110878819090531687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110878819090531687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110878819090531687' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110867312674327418</id><published>2005-02-17T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T12:45:26.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* Ando cumprindo minhas metas. O que deveria ser normal, torna-se estranho.&lt;br /&gt;* Sentir-se bem n&amp;atilde;o deveria ser 'anormal'. &lt;br /&gt;* Preciso encarar algumas coisas sem tantas encana&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es.&lt;br /&gt;* Por que nunca escutamos a opini&amp;atilde;o dos nossos pais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que raios significa esses outdoors espalhados pela cidade com as frases: &lt;b&gt;Tom Jobim. Signo: Aquario&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;Elis Regina. Signo: Peixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cathy Dennis - Moments of love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110867312674327418?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110867312674327418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110867312674327418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110867312674327418' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110844014984484631</id><published>2005-02-14T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T20:02:29.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pode cair o mundo. N&amp;atilde;o estou nem a&amp;iacute;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#FF0000" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EU VOU VER O U2 EM ROMA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, n&amp;oacute;s temos tickets.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, julho est&amp;aacute; longe pra cac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, quem segura essa felicidade dentro de mim?&lt;br /&gt;7 anos depois, vou rever a minha banda favorita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei uma chata nos pr&amp;oacute;ximos cinco meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110844014984484631?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110844014984484631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110844014984484631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110844014984484631' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110822970657419344</id><published>2005-02-12T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T09:35:06.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aquela coisa de "ah, espera o carnaval passar" sempre me irritou.&lt;br /&gt;O povo &amp;eacute; foda. N&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; de gra&amp;ccedil;a que o pa&amp;iacute;s s&amp;oacute; anda depois do carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110822970657419344?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110822970657419344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110822970657419344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110822970657419344' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110796627403081877</id><published>2005-02-09T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T08:24:34.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu preciso sair pra dan&amp;ccedil;ar. Mas, dan&amp;ccedil;ar muito. &lt;br /&gt;Nada dessas m&amp;uacute;sicas eletr&amp;ocirc;nicas, estou fora.&lt;br /&gt;Algu&amp;eacute;m deixa no repeat "W/Brasil" do Jorge Ben Jor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110796627403081877?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110796627403081877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110796627403081877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110796627403081877' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110770728899196757</id><published>2005-02-06T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T16:29:33.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ano passado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mo&amp;ccedil;a que renova crach&amp;aacute;s:&lt;/b&gt; Olha, voc&amp;ecirc; precisa trazer comprovante da vacina da febre amarela. Sen&amp;atilde;o, a INFRAERO n&amp;atilde;o libera o seu novo crach&amp;aacute;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kalu:&lt;/b&gt; Mas, o que tem a ver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mo&amp;ccedil;a que renova crach&amp;aacute;s: &lt;/b&gt;N&amp;atilde;o sei. &amp;Eacute; norma deles. Sem a vacina, nada de crach&amp;aacute;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kalu:&lt;/b&gt; Ok. &lt;i&gt;*pensando em alguma resposta l&amp;oacute;gica*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&amp;aacute; um m&amp;ecirc;s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kalu:&lt;/b&gt; Boa tarde, trouxe o comprovante da vacina da febre amarela, caso precise este ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mo&amp;ccedil;a que renova crach&amp;aacute;s: &lt;/b&gt;Ah, n&amp;atilde;o, n&amp;atilde;o. Voc&amp;ecirc; precisa trazer atestado de antecedentes criminais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kalu:&lt;/b&gt; O QUE???????? PRA QUE?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mo&amp;ccedil;a que renova crach&amp;aacute;s:&lt;/b&gt; N&amp;oacute;s precisamos saber pra quem entregamos o crach&amp;aacute;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kalu:&lt;/b&gt; ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, ai... aguardo ansiosamente o que me pedir&amp;atilde;o ano que vem. Aguardem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Ouvindo: Marisa Monte - Enquanto isso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110770728899196757?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110770728899196757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110770728899196757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110770728899196757' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110745276806389085</id><published>2005-02-03T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T09:46:08.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N&amp;atilde;o sou mulher maravilha. Fato. Dif&amp;iacute;cil lidar com os altos e baixos. Por&amp;eacute;m, estou na luta.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, fui trabalhar um pouco desanimada. Pensando na minha espiritualidade. &lt;br /&gt;E no meio da correria, cai um baita problema nas minhas m&amp;atilde;os.&lt;br /&gt;Seis funcion&amp;aacute;rios resolvendo problemas diversos e a passageira procura a funcion&amp;aacute;ria mais distante: eu.&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;atilde;e na cadeira de rodas, com c&amp;acirc;ncer, talvez mais uma semana de vida, perda de v&amp;ocirc;o para Buenos Aires e Austr&amp;aacute;lia. Pr&amp;oacute;ximo v&amp;ocirc;o para Austr&amp;aacute;lia? Sexta-feira. Corre de um lado, corre do outro. Quais as op&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es? Nenhuma antes de sexta. Des&amp;acirc;nimo por parte dela. Claro. Enquanto, eu ajeitava os &amp;uacute;ltimos detalhes da acomoda&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o, ela come&amp;ccedil;ou a desabafar e conversar sobre o que? Espiritualidade. &lt;br /&gt;Apenas dois dias no Brasil, em busca das &amp;uacute;ltimas tentativas. Era vis&amp;iacute;vel o seu cansa&amp;ccedil;o no meio dessa maratona. Curiosa como sou, perguntei para onde tinha ido. &lt;br /&gt;-"Abadiana em Goias, num templo espiritual."&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei arrepiada. H&amp;aacute; dez anos, eu e os meus pais estivemos em Abadiana com o meu av&amp;ocirc;. Teve c&amp;acirc;ncer na garganta. Segundo o m&amp;eacute;dico, se 'perdesse' meia corda vocal, n&amp;atilde;o poderia falar mais. Perdeu uma corda e meia. Dez anos depois, fala. E bem. Fomos buscar energia. Naquele lugar n&amp;atilde;o est&amp;aacute; a cura, mas energias muito boas que te ajudam ao longo da jornada.&lt;br /&gt;Contei minha hist&amp;oacute;ria a ela.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei feliz com o sorriso que abriu. Ganhou um pouco mais de esperan&amp;ccedil;a.&lt;br /&gt;E eu? Mais uma vez, tomei na testa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110745276806389085?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110745276806389085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110745276806389085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110745276806389085' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110728307609939952</id><published>2005-02-01T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T10:37:56.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.: Eu prefiro ser essa metamorfose ambulante :.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa&amp;iacute; do Ontem, desejando ser de um jeito. Lutei pra ser daquela maneira. O tempo todo provava &amp;agrave;s pessoas que eu seria assim. &lt;br /&gt;Caminhei, caminhei, caminhei e ops! Passei a entrada do Hoje. Hora de voltar e procurar onde est&amp;aacute; Hoje. Me perdi. Voltei. Voltei tanto que cheguei ao Ontem novamente. Estava cansada. Sentei na cal&amp;ccedil;ada e fiquei parada no Ontem, sem esperan&amp;ccedil;a. "Deixa de ser avoada, menina. Levanta e presta aten&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o al&amp;eacute;m do que est&amp;aacute; na frente." Respirei e segui mais atenta.&lt;br /&gt;Achei o Hoje. Ufa. U&amp;eacute;, mas eu cheguei diferente. Tem alguma coisa diferente em mim. O que mudou que eu n&amp;atilde;o percebi?&lt;br /&gt;Agora n&amp;atilde;o importa. Estou no lugar certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110728307609939952?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110728307609939952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110728307609939952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110728307609939952' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110710616690013605</id><published>2005-01-30T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T09:29:26.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Antes, eu tinha medo de falar. Pensava quais palavras usar. Medo de magoar algu&amp;eacute;m.&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser coisa do meu pai sagitariano, que sabe usar as palavras certas na hora certa.&lt;br /&gt;Minha m&amp;atilde;e, com a 'sutileza' ariana, nunca se preocupou. Fala na hora e doa a quem doer. &lt;br /&gt;Assim, eu aprendi a ficar na retaguarda. Aguardando o ataque de algu&amp;eacute;m para me defender.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, eu falo o que quero na hora que quero. Isso vai me dar trabalho, mas &amp;eacute; a minha op&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post sem sentido. S&amp;oacute; pensamentos. Deixa, o blog &amp;eacute; meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110710616690013605?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110710616690013605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110710616690013605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110710616690013605' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110650042666616310</id><published>2005-01-23T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T10:12:34.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.:Boneca de Pano:.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As f&amp;eacute;rias acabaram. De volta &amp;agrave; realidade. Acho que estou com ressaca emocional, como diria uma amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Minha viagem foi maravilhosa. &lt;br /&gt;Berlin, Amsterdam, Paris e Londres. Cidades fant&amp;aacute;sticas. Cada uma com o seu encanto. Vivi momentos de alegria como h&amp;aacute; muito n&amp;atilde;o vivia. Caminhei, tive dificuldades cada vez que troquei de cidade com as pequenas diferen&amp;ccedil;as culturais e pensei na vida. Estou sem rumo, sem dire&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o. Passou o desespero, estou calma. Eu e o tempo cuidaremos disso. Juntos. N&amp;atilde;o vou deix&amp;aacute;-lo seguir sem a minha presen&amp;ccedil;a.&lt;br /&gt;Como me sinto? Como uma boneca de pano. N&amp;atilde;o sei se a costura est&amp;aacute; firme, se abrir&amp;aacute; ou ser&amp;aacute; rasgada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...And if you look, you look through me&lt;br /&gt;   And when you talk, you talk at me&lt;br /&gt;   And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110650042666616310?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110650042666616310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110650042666616310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110650042666616310' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110339019916618341</id><published>2004-12-18T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T09:16:39.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu n&amp;atilde;o abandonei o blog.&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o tive vontade de escrever esses dias.&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o tenho motivos para reclamar da vida, nem quero reclamar. Gra&amp;ccedil;as a Deus, tudo est&amp;aacute; bem.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, eu consigo me sentir triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui a uma festa ontem. Conhecia todas as pessoas. E me senti s&amp;oacute;. Alguns ali, s&amp;atilde;o meus amigos e eu fiquei perdida, sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nando Reis - N&amp;atilde;o vou me adaptar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110339019916618341?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110339019916618341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110339019916618341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110339019916618341' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110268529807165390</id><published>2004-12-10T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T05:28:18.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trabalhar, no meu caso, pode ser melhor do que ficar em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele universo de aeroporto foge da minha realidade. Mesmo com o lado estressante, &amp;eacute; bom. Outras pessoas, outras culturas. E os meus colegas s&amp;atilde;o maravilhosos. &lt;br /&gt;Sei que preciso, mas se pudesse, adiava minhas f&amp;eacute;rias. Trabalhar tem me feito bem.&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;Que venha minha viagem! &lt;br /&gt;Demora muito pra chegar o dia 06?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guns - Welcome to the jungle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110268529807165390?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110268529807165390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110268529807165390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110268529807165390' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110253210792997042</id><published>2004-12-08T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T13:45:04.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>N&amp;atilde;o gosto que julguem meus atos ou minhas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz porque fiz.&lt;br /&gt;Falei porque falei.&lt;br /&gt;Tem um motivo? E se tiver? E se n&amp;atilde;o tiver?&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o me julguem. N&amp;atilde;o construam uma imagem minha. &lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso aprender sozinha. Com os meus erros e acertos. N&amp;atilde;o fiquem em cima de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Prote&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o atrapalha. Acreditem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elton John - Club at the end of the street&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110253210792997042?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110253210792997042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110253210792997042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110253210792997042' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110233553457776688</id><published>2004-12-06T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T04:18:54.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho tantos pensamentos espalhados dentro de mim, que mal sei por onde come&amp;ccedil;ar.&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o, n&amp;atilde;o. Eu j&amp;aacute; comecei.&lt;br /&gt;Comecei a seguir alguns sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Por que nunca acreditamos quando um sonho est&amp;aacute; pertinho de se tornar real?&lt;br /&gt;Que medo &amp;eacute; esse que temos?&lt;br /&gt;Como as pessoas t&amp;ecirc;m medo de tornarem-se felizes. Eu tenho muito medo. Admito. Sempre consigo as coisas atrav&amp;eacute;s de algum sacr&amp;iacute;ficio. Infelizmente. Infelizmente? N&amp;atilde;o sei. Come&amp;ccedil;o a tomar gosto novamente pela luta. &lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou adorando minha correria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110233553457776688?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110233553457776688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110233553457776688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110233553457776688' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110175036691603609</id><published>2004-11-29T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T09:46:06.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo fica mais f&amp;aacute;cil quando invertemos o roteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Frankfurt - Berlin - Amsterdam - Paris - Londres.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto. Fechado! &lt;br /&gt;Al&amp;iacute;vio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora...&lt;br /&gt;cad&amp;ecirc; meu passaporte? Minha carteirinha do albergue? Mochila? Aquelas roupas de frio que nunca usei? Meu caderno com as anota&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute;... al&amp;iacute;vio de um lado... mas... a saga continua agora do outro lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elton John - This train don&amp;acute;t stop there anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110175036691603609?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110175036691603609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110175036691603609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110175036691603609' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110174866148104273</id><published>2004-11-29T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T09:17:41.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Achei que planejar as f&amp;eacute;rias seria algo f&amp;aacute;cil. B&amp;eacute;&amp;eacute;&amp;eacute;&amp;eacute;&amp;eacute;&amp;eacute;&amp;eacute;&amp;eacute;&amp;eacute;&amp;eacute;&amp;eacute;&amp;eacute;&amp;eacute;&amp;eacute;. ERRADO.&lt;br /&gt;Por que a Europa &amp;eacute; cheia de lugares interessantes?&lt;br /&gt;E por que s&amp;oacute; poderemos visitar cinco lugares? Porque o Euro &amp;eacute; muito caro e s&amp;oacute; temos 10 dias. CERTO.&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o h&amp;aacute; como negar que o meu ascendente &amp;eacute; libra. Abri o mapa, coloquei no ch&amp;atilde;o do meu quarto, tomei duas x&amp;iacute;caras de caf&amp;eacute;, olhei o mapa, levantei, pedi opini&amp;atilde;o aos meus pais, voltei, continuando olhando, decorei a EUROPA inteira e n&amp;atilde;o consegui fechar um roteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Viajaremos em tr&amp;ecirc;s e n&amp;atilde;o conseguimos nada al&amp;eacute;m de Paris-Amsterdam-Berlin. De Berlin, podemos subir para Copenhagen. E depois, pularmos para o Reino Unido e Irlanda. Ou, podemos descer para Praga, Viena, Mil&amp;atilde;o, Barcelona, Madrid, Lisboa e oceano n&amp;eacute;, Karen Luciene? Isso porque eu n&amp;atilde;o coloquei Munique, Bern, Bruxelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu parei mesmo? Ah, em Berlin. Okay, mais uma x&amp;iacute;cara de caf&amp;eacute;. Agora, eu preciso decorar as cores dos pa&amp;iacute;ses no mapa, porque essa indecis&amp;atilde;o ainda vai longe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roxette - June Afternoon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110174866148104273?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110174866148104273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110174866148104273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110174866148104273' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110166738988120547</id><published>2004-11-28T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T10:43:09.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cansei de argumentar e de buscar resposta para tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tantas palavras em v&amp;atilde;o.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como &amp;eacute; bom manter-se ocupada. Em dois dias, fiz o que a pregui&amp;ccedil;a n&amp;atilde;o permitiu antes.&lt;br /&gt;Pintei uma das paredes meu quarto. Eu e o meu pai. Que sujeira, fizemos. Terminamos pintados tamb&amp;eacute;m. Agora, escreverei algo nessa parede, s&amp;oacute; n&amp;atilde;o sei ao certo o que ser&amp;aacute;. &amp;Eacute; bom dar uma renovada no ambiente que gostamos. Mudei algumas coisas de lugar. Coincid&amp;ecirc;ncia ou n&amp;atilde;o, ganhei outro &amp;acirc;nimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhei pela Liberdade. Como a Liberdade &amp;eacute; &amp;oacute;tima. Ao lado de boa companhia, at&amp;eacute; o caf&amp;eacute; ganhou novo sabor por ali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantei Parab&amp;eacute;ns! Ah, eu adoro cantar Parab&amp;eacute;ns! Levo &amp;agrave; s&amp;eacute;rio a parte &lt;i&gt;"muitas felicidades, muitos anos de vida". &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei parada no tr&amp;acirc;nsito, por causa da chuva. N&amp;atilde;o reclamo. Ainda assim, gosto de S&amp;atilde;o Paulo. M&amp;uacute;sica e conversas podem relaxar. Voc&amp;ecirc; tamb&amp;eacute;m pode observar as pessoas ao redor e dar um pouco de risada. &lt;br /&gt;Sou t&amp;atilde;o curiosa, que quando vejo algu&amp;eacute;m no carro ao lado com uma m&amp;atilde;o no volante e a outra servindo de apoio &amp;agrave; cabe&amp;ccedil;a, tento adivinhar o que este algu&amp;eacute;m pensa. Todo mundo pensa enquanto dirige. As pessoas viajam, v&amp;atilde;o para longe. O seu trajeto pode mudar conforme o seu pensamento. Cada lugar que passa, pode te trazer uma lembran&amp;ccedil;a.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, com o sinal fechado, uma garota cantava Elis Regina com um olhar t&amp;atilde;o longe e sincero, que quase compreendi seus pensamentos. Naquele instante, lembrei de outra m&amp;uacute;sica da Elis, relacionando a cena&lt;i&gt;...."e o sinal est&amp;aacute; fechado para n&amp;oacute;s que somos jovens"....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de observar as pessoas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquele medo de dar o primeiro passo? Passou. J&amp;aacute; estou caminhando para o segundo.&lt;br /&gt;Viver pode ser bem interessante! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;* preciso parar de usar 'pode' em tudo *&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elis Regina - Como os nossos pais&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110166738988120547?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110166738988120547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110166738988120547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110166738988120547' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110140268350900518</id><published>2004-11-25T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T09:11:23.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;Agrave;s vezes eu acho que voc&amp;ecirc; est&amp;aacute; interessado na embalagem. Gostou da embalagem nova e nem se interessou em conhecer o produto. Deve pensar que o produto &amp;eacute; o mesmo. Est&amp;aacute; bom do jeito que est&amp;aacute;, n&amp;atilde;o? Pra que conhecer o produto? Pra que tir&amp;aacute;-lo da embalagem? E se o produto n&amp;atilde;o for como voc&amp;ecirc; espera? E se n&amp;atilde;o gostar? Vai devolver produto e embalagem? &lt;br /&gt;Voc&amp;ecirc; nem sabe qual &amp;eacute; minha banda favorita. Se eu prefiro branco ou preto. Nunca perguntou. Nada. Absolutamente nada. &lt;br /&gt;Sua presen&amp;ccedil;a &amp;eacute; &amp;oacute;tima. Adoro ficar perto de voc&amp;ecirc;. Mas, nossos papos n&amp;atilde;o passam dos mesmos. Uma hora cansa. Ainda mais pra mim que canso r&amp;aacute;pido de tudo.  &lt;br /&gt;Um dia, voc&amp;ecirc; me surpreende, me d&amp;aacute; um belo abra&amp;ccedil;o e pergunta se eu estou bem. Claro que estou bem para ti. Pra quem nunca perguntou nada sobre mim, perguntar como estou &amp;eacute; um pouco demais, n&amp;atilde;o? Ou voc&amp;ecirc; acha que serei sincera e responderei a verdade? &lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que.....&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o acho nada! Chega de pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matchbox 20 - 3 am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110140268350900518?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110140268350900518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110140268350900518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110140268350900518' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110123318806878163</id><published>2004-11-23T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T10:06:28.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comprovei que sou uma excelente pregui&amp;ccedil;osa. Tenho uma capacidade de incr&amp;iacute;vel de enganar os outros e pior, me enganar tamb&amp;eacute;m.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu enrolo. Enrolo muito bem. Todo mundo cai nas minhas enrola&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es. Reverto uma situa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o. Gostaria de n&amp;atilde;o ter tempo sobrando. De fazer milhares de coisas ao mesmo tempo. Enlouque&amp;ccedil;o. Verdade. Preciso de um tempo s&amp;oacute; meu. Mas tenho tido muito &lt;i&gt;'um tempo s&amp;oacute; meu'.&lt;/i&gt;  Eu e minhas coisas. Eu e o meu quarto. Eu e o meu mundo. &lt;br /&gt;Olho o meu mural de fotos e lembro-me de como era ativa. Eu j&amp;aacute; fiz muita coisa. Fico sentada, olhando, olhando, olhando. Quem sabe um dia, volte a ser assim...&lt;br /&gt;O meu teclado, minha paix&amp;atilde;o desde os 10 anos, guardei. N&amp;atilde;o quero-o de enfeite. H&amp;aacute; um espa&amp;ccedil;o vazio, ali no canto. O espa&amp;ccedil;o do meu teclado. Ele virou suporte de livros, chave, roupas. N&amp;atilde;o! Isso n&amp;atilde;o! Ele n&amp;atilde;o merece o meu descuido. Foi estranho coloc&amp;aacute;-lo de volta naquela caixa velha e guard&amp;aacute;-lo. Mas pra que deixa-lo ali, se n&amp;atilde;o sinto vontade de tocar? Penso em pass&amp;aacute;-lo para frente. Presente do meu pai. Presente muito especial do meu pai, mas h&amp;aacute; alguma crian&amp;ccedil;a por a&amp;iacute;, descobrindo a paix&amp;atilde;o pela m&amp;uacute;sica.&lt;br /&gt;Noutro canto, h&amp;aacute; um viol&amp;atilde;o. Presente de uma amiga que j&amp;aacute; n&amp;atilde;o sei por onde anda. T&amp;atilde;o paciente. Durante dois meses, tentou me ensinar. N&amp;atilde;o fui uma boa aluna. Um dia, eu aprendo. Por enquanto, ele sim, fica de enfeite. O meu teclado, n&amp;atilde;o.&lt;br /&gt;O meu canto m&amp;iacute;stico virou um caos total. Eu cuidava daquele canto com tanto carinho. Eu tinha muita f&amp;eacute;. Eu acreditava no que colocava ali. Com exce&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o da minha cole&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o de anjos, tenho vontade de jogar tudo fora. J&amp;aacute; contei que coleciono anjos? &lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bateu a pregui&amp;ccedil;a at&amp;eacute; de terminar o post e conclu&amp;iacute;-lo. Despe&amp;ccedil;o-me ao som de &lt;i&gt;"Under Pressure"&lt;/i&gt;. Uma das poucas m&amp;uacute;sicas capaz de me causar rea&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es ultimamente. Queen e Bowie juntos.... ai ai ... *suspiros*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110123318806878163?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110123318806878163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110123318806878163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110123318806878163' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110105939001164246</id><published>2004-11-21T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T09:49:50.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Escrevi um post grand&amp;atilde;o! E tomei um belo tombo!&lt;br /&gt;Perdi o post!&lt;br /&gt;Sinal de que eu n&amp;atilde;o deveria postar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas era um post depressivo mesmo. Deixa pra l&amp;aacute;! ou melhor, pra c&amp;aacute;! Comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys - Me &amp; my piano&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110105939001164246?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110105939001164246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110105939001164246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110105939001164246' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110070785851254752</id><published>2004-11-17T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T08:10:58.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho tido sonhos horr&amp;iacute;veis. Ou melhor, bel&amp;iacute;ssimos pesadelos. Ou ainda.... ah, deixa pra l&amp;aacute; essas combina&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es estranhas.&lt;br /&gt;De estranha, basta eu.&lt;br /&gt;Ins&amp;ocirc;nia.&lt;br /&gt;Cansa&amp;ccedil;o.&lt;br /&gt;Muito trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho + trabalho + trabalho + trabalho = nada de cama antes do dia come&amp;ccedil;ar a aparecer.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje &amp;eacute; o meu sexto dia seguido.&lt;br /&gt;Amanh&amp;atilde;, estou de folga. Quero sil&amp;ecirc;ncio e tranquilidade.&lt;br /&gt;24 horas pra me recompor e eu volto, novinha em folha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Norah Jones - Turn me on &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110070785851254752?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110070785851254752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110070785851254752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110070785851254752' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110027902480978394</id><published>2004-11-12T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T09:03:44.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is real life, this is real love, this is real pain...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para muitos, a semana termina hoje. &lt;br /&gt;Para mim, est&amp;aacute; apenas come&amp;ccedil;ando. E s&amp;oacute; termina na ter&amp;ccedil;a-feira. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, tive um daqueles papos s&amp;eacute;rios com o meu pai. Papos que s&amp;oacute; o meu pai consegue ter comigo. Dar uma boas chacoalhadas, sem passar a m&amp;atilde;o na cabe&amp;ccedil;a. &amp;Eacute; &amp;oacute;timo ter o meu pai por perto. Ele n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; eterno, eu sei. E n&amp;atilde;o o terei sempre ao meu lado para me acordar. Acho que est&amp;aacute; na hora de eu acordar sozinha. Preciso tomar jeito na vida. Ele s&amp;oacute; quer o meu bem e eu tamb&amp;eacute;m quero o meu bem. &lt;br /&gt;Parece que escancaro minha vida aqui, mas na verdade, h&amp;aacute; muitas coisas escondidas. Coisas que eu preciso resolver. &lt;br /&gt;Acabou o mundo de Cinderella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chico Buarque - Cotidiano&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110027902480978394?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110027902480978394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110027902480978394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110027902480978394' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110014538250244955</id><published>2004-11-10T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T19:56:22.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;H&amp;aacute; uma cabe&amp;ccedil;a confusa aqui. E um cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o tamb&amp;eacute;m. Mentira, o cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o sabe bem o que quer. A cabe&amp;ccedil;a que pensa demais.&lt;br /&gt;Eu n&amp;atilde;o quero que me digam o que eu tenho de fazer.&lt;br /&gt;H&amp;aacute; menos de duas horas nos vimos e eu ainda estou suspirando. Sua presen&amp;ccedil;a &amp;eacute; muito boa. O seu sorriso e otimismo me atrai. &lt;br /&gt;Pena que eu n&amp;atilde;o sei esperar, n&amp;eacute;? Voc&amp;ecirc; &amp;eacute; calmo, paciente, observador e eu n&amp;atilde;o sei esperar. Sou  impulsiva, quero te beijar logo e n&amp;atilde;o sei esperar um momento certo, se &amp;eacute; que ele existe.&lt;br /&gt;Vou dormir pensando em voc&amp;ecirc;. A lua est&amp;aacute; t&amp;atilde;o linda l&amp;aacute; fora, pena que n&amp;atilde;o tive coragem te convidar para apreci&amp;aacute;-la comigo hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bush - Glycerine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110014538250244955?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110014538250244955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110014538250244955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110014538250244955' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110010433332931993</id><published>2004-11-10T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T08:46:40.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ISSO TAMB&amp;Eacute;M PASSAR&amp;Aacute;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas, na Terra, passam...&lt;br /&gt;Os dias de dificuldades, passar&amp;atilde;o...&lt;br /&gt;Passar&amp;atilde;o tamb&amp;eacute;m os dias de amargura e solid&amp;atilde;o...&lt;br /&gt;As dores e as l&amp;aacute;grimas passar&amp;atilde;o.&lt;br /&gt;As frustra&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es que nos fazem chorar... Um dia, passar&amp;atilde;o.&lt;br /&gt;A saudade do ser querido que se vai na m&amp;atilde;o da morte, passar&amp;aacute;.&lt;br /&gt;Dias de tristeza... dias de felicidade... S&amp;atilde;o li&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es necess&amp;aacute;rias que na Terra passam...&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje, para n&amp;oacute;s, &amp;eacute; um desses dias repletos de amargura, paremos um instante.&lt;br /&gt;Elevemos o pensamento ao Alto e busquemos a voz suave da m&amp;atilde;e amorosa a nos dizer carinhosamente: isso tamb&amp;eacute;m passar&amp;aacute;...&lt;br /&gt;E guardemos a certeza, pelas pr&amp;oacute;prias dificuldades j&amp;aacute; superadas, que n&amp;atilde;o h&amp;aacute; mal que dure para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(autor desconhecido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis - Do you know what I mean?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110010433332931993?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110010433332931993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110010433332931993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110010433332931993' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-110002233682211559</id><published>2004-11-09T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T09:45:36.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&amp;oacute; por hoje...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...gostaria de ser uma garota malvada.&lt;br /&gt;...de cair na farra. Numa farra meeesmo.&lt;br /&gt;...de ter atitudes que n&amp;atilde;o costumo ter.&lt;br /&gt;...de agir sem raz&amp;atilde;o.&lt;br /&gt;...s&amp;oacute; por hoje...&lt;br /&gt;...eu estou atacada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oasis - The Girl In The Dirty Shirt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-110002233682211559?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110002233682211559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/110002233682211559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110002233682211559' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109984929883666171</id><published>2004-11-07T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T09:41:38.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, o meu irm&amp;atilde;o completa 1 ano de namoro. A minha vizinha, uma amiga que est&amp;aacute; longe e um colega do trabalho tamb&amp;eacute;m.&lt;br /&gt;A amiga da minha m&amp;atilde;e completa 1 ano de casamento, um amigo completa 1 ano de noivado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute;... eu acho que o cupido trabalhou bastante, dia 07 de novembro do ano passado.&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o pode ser coincid&amp;ecirc;ncia. N&amp;atilde;o mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;U2 - All I Want Is You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109984929883666171?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109984929883666171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109984929883666171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109984929883666171' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109966989020767621</id><published>2004-11-05T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T07:51:30.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N&amp;atilde;o posso negar, o meu trabalho &amp;eacute; divertido.&lt;br /&gt;L&amp;aacute; n&amp;atilde;o existe rotina. Todo dia, algo te surpreende. Eu gosto de conversar com os passageiros. Ouvir suas hist&amp;oacute;rias. Existem viagens de todos os tipos. &lt;br /&gt;Como temos facilidade de passagens, alguns colegas aparecem com hist&amp;oacute;rias bacanas, de roteiros malucos que fizeram.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, quem ficou viajando 'na maionese' fui eu. Eu quero conhecer tantos lugares, Realmente sonho em colocar a mochila nas costas e rodar o mundo. &lt;br /&gt;Fiquei fazendo planos com uma amiga que trabalha comigo. Ela est&amp;aacute; encantada com a Alemanha. Quatro dias por l&amp;aacute; e voltou apaixonada. Tenho certeza de que, quando conhecer a Fran&amp;ccedil;a, ficarei assim. Ai, Fran&amp;ccedil;a... me aguarde...&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, montamos um pequeno roteiro. Vamos visitar nossa ex-chefe que mora em Bologna. Que saudades dela. Foi uma chefe muito bacana. Eu n&amp;atilde;o aguentei. Chorei quando ela se foi. Mas, ela est&amp;aacute; feliz por l&amp;aacute;. &lt;br /&gt;Frankfurt para passarmos um dia com a cunhada da minha amiga e depois Bologna. Ser&amp;aacute; que eu consigo ver neve por l&amp;aacute;? Quem sabe, uma loucura de final de ano. Vou aguardar.&lt;br /&gt;Planos, apenas planos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Nando Reis - Mantra &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109966989020767621?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109966989020767621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109966989020767621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109966989020767621' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109958551162737367</id><published>2004-11-04T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T08:25:11.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui posso postar sobre qualquer coisa que queira falar, certo?&lt;br /&gt;Ent&amp;atilde;o, deixa eu reclamar e at&amp;eacute; sonhar um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus dias tem sido iguais. Exatamente iguais. Eu acordo, escuto m&amp;uacute;sica, entro na internet, viajo um pouco com os meus pensamentos, saio para trabalhar, volto, durmo e pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu n&amp;atilde;o suporto rotina. E ca&amp;iacute; numa bela cilada. Vivo uma. At&amp;eacute; as m&amp;uacute;sicas que tenho escutado, s&amp;atilde;o as mesmas.&lt;br /&gt;E eu n&amp;atilde;o sou assim. Ser&amp;aacute; que estou perdida debaixo de algum tapete? Hey, voc&amp;ecirc; me viu escondida por a&amp;iacute;? Se me encontrar, pode me devolver?&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o busco um sentido na vida, procuro algo a mais. N&amp;atilde;o sei como o&lt;i&gt; 'algo a mais' &lt;/i&gt;vir&amp;aacute;, de que forma surgir&amp;aacute;. S&amp;oacute; espero que apare&amp;ccedil;a ou que eu o encontre por a&amp;iacute;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;U2 - When I look at the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109958551162737367?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109958551162737367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109958551162737367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109958551162737367' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109945256235807554</id><published>2004-11-02T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T19:29:22.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bom, eu disse que o meu av&amp;ocirc; merecia um post s&amp;oacute; dele. E merece.&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o conheci o meu &lt;b&gt;av&amp;ocirc; paterno&lt;/b&gt;. Sei que ele formou-se em direito, virou delegado em Mar&amp;iacute;lia, foi buscar o amor da vida dele na Espanha e deve ter sido um excelente pai. O meu pai fala dele com tanto carinho que at&amp;eacute; consigo imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;J&amp;aacute; o meu &lt;b&gt;av&amp;ocirc; materno&lt;/b&gt; &amp;eacute; completamente presente. Aprendo muito com ele. E &amp;eacute; um baita companheiro. Adoro ouvir suas hist&amp;oacute;rias. &lt;br /&gt;Depois de 17 anos trabalhando como economista, jogou tudo para o alto e decidiu que queria estudar direito. E l&amp;aacute; foi, come&amp;ccedil;ar uma nova carreira profissional. Tudo de novo. At&amp;eacute; hoje, trabalha como advogado &lt;i&gt;(durante um bom tempo foi um advogado de cabelos compridos. Eu sou f&amp;atilde; dele) &lt;/i&gt;e n&amp;atilde;o quer parar. Ama a profiss&amp;atilde;o. Um dia j&amp;aacute; quis ser ju&amp;iacute;za por causa dele. Quando era pequena, gostava de brincar de 'tribunal'. Eu at&amp;eacute; constru&amp;iacute; um pequeno balc&amp;atilde;o e um martelinho. Era a ju&amp;iacute;za e o vov&amp;ocirc; fazia o papel de promotor e advogado de defesa. Nossos 'julgamentos' tinham como tema os crimes. Tinha certeza de que seria uma grande ju&amp;iacute;za da &amp;aacute;rea criminal. Sonhos de crian&amp;ccedil;a. Cresci e virei Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;O meu av&amp;ocirc; conseguiu conhecer boa parte do mundo. Sortudo. Adoro almo&amp;ccedil;ar com ele e ouvir tudo o que conta sobre as viagens. Ali&amp;aacute;s, quando a fam&amp;iacute;lia resolveu ir &amp;agrave; Disney, foi o &amp;uacute;nico que encarou uma montanha-russa comigo. Uma n&amp;atilde;o, tr&amp;ecirc;s.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, teria mais a escrever. Por&amp;eacute;m, algumas coisas prefiro guardar comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vov&amp;ocirc;, sou sua f&amp;atilde;! Parab&amp;eacute;ns pelos 80 anos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109945256235807554?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109945256235807554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109945256235807554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109945256235807554' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109937296042884906</id><published>2004-11-01T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:22:40.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Penso, penso, penso...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Uma amiga vive uma situa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o do tipo &lt;i&gt;"If you don&amp;acute;t love me, lie to me"&lt;/i&gt;. Queridona, acorda. "The ups and downs will make you scream sometimes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Troquei minha folga de hoje para amanh&amp;atilde;, devido &amp;agrave; doen&amp;ccedil;a de um colega e ganhei uma bela surpresa. Um passageiro disse que salvei seu dia com o meu sorriso e energia. Uau! Fiquei muito feliz. Mal sabe, que quem salvou o meu dia, no fim das contas, foi ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Falando em surpresas, s&amp;aacute;bado resolvi visitar a avenida Paulista. Um passeio que adoro. Caminho, penso, escuto walkman, paro, tomo um caf&amp;eacute; e volto a andar. No meio do trajeto, reencontrei uma pessoa que h&amp;aacute; pelo menos 4 anos, n&amp;atilde;o via. Hora de parar, tomar outro caf&amp;eacute; e tentar colocar esses 4 anos em dia, durante meia hora. Numa &amp;eacute;poca em que as pessoas trocam e-mails, MSN, ICQ ou at&amp;eacute; profiles de orkut, trocamos telefone. E desde s&amp;aacute;bado, ele &amp;eacute; o dono dos meus pensamentos. Ai, ai... s&amp;oacute; o tempo, s&amp;oacute; o tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;Eacute;... o quarto novo est&amp;aacute; trazendo bons resultados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Vov&amp;ocirc; acumulou 80 primaveras! Mas ele, bom... ele merece um post s&amp;oacute; dele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;KC &amp; The Sunshine - Please Don&amp;acute;t Go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109937296042884906?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109937296042884906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109937296042884906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109937296042884906' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109920020730582471</id><published>2004-10-30T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T22:26:12.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho aproveitado o tempo livre para arrumar o meu quarto.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas fotos e lembran&amp;ccedil;as.Coisas que eu fiz e deixei de fazer. Outras que nem acredito como tive coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Cartas. Quantas cartas guardadas dentro de uma caixa. Ri e chorei com algumas. N&amp;atilde;o tenho contato com todos. Infelizmente. Preciso aceitar que algumas pessoas chegam, permanecem por um tempo e seguem seu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Cadernos. Anota&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es, sonhos que foram realizados e sonhos que j&amp;aacute; n&amp;atilde;o tenho vontade de correr atr&amp;aacute;s. Projetos, besteiras, letras de m&amp;uacute;sicas...&lt;br /&gt;Minhas fitas. Contei. 852 clipes gravados. Passava o dia inteiro com a TV ligada na MTV aguardando algum clipe bacana para gravar. Agora, quando tenho um tempo livre, esque&amp;ccedil;o. Ou melhor, esquecia. H&amp;aacute; uma nova fita do lado do meu v&amp;iacute;deo.&lt;br /&gt;Livros. N&amp;atilde;o compro mais livros enquanto n&amp;atilde;o acabar de ler os que est&amp;atilde;o empilhados aqui. Humpft. Promessa. (ou tentativa de)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hora de trocar os m&amp;oacute;veis de lugar, as fotos espalhadas pelas prateleiras, tirar o viol&amp;atilde;o do canto e quem sabe pintar uma das paredes de rosa queimado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom feriado! Pois aqui &amp;eacute; feriado de renova&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kid Abelha - Grand&amp;acute; Hotel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109920020730582471?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109920020730582471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109920020730582471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109920020730582471' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109902653666243580</id><published>2004-10-28T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T22:13:48.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;Eacute;, eu acho que minha amiga Van estava certa ao enviar aquele e-mail para mim.&lt;br /&gt;J&amp;aacute; arrumei confus&amp;atilde;o na comunidade brasileira do U2.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, eu odeio injusti&amp;ccedil;as. Um cidad&amp;atilde;o cria um t&amp;oacute;pico chamado &lt;b&gt;"S&amp;oacute; responde quem &amp;eacute; f&amp;atilde; de verdade"&lt;/b&gt;, com perguntas do tipo: &lt;i&gt;Quantos filhos o Bono tem? O Adam &amp;eacute; solteiro ou casado? Qual a cor que o Larry mais gosta? O The Edge prefere batata frita ou cozida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Eu quieta? Nem pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Foda-se quem &amp;eacute; a mulher do Bono, quantos filhos ele tem ou deixa de ter e assim vai.&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;atilde; de verdade &amp;eacute; aquele que enfrenta horas na fila, debaixo de sol e depois horas dentro de um est&amp;aacute;dio para passar duas horas inesquec&amp;iacute;veis com a apresenta&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o da banda.&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;atilde; de verdade &amp;eacute; aquele que junta grana para gastar trinta reais num CD (o que &amp;eacute; um absurdo esse pre&amp;ccedil;o) do U2, porque sabe que valer&amp;aacute; a pena.&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;atilde; de verdade &amp;eacute; aquele que curte a m&amp;uacute;sica para valer. Que sabe que a banda n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; perfeita. Que discorda ou n&amp;atilde;o gosta de algumas m&amp;uacute;sicas, mas que respeita o trabalho do m&amp;uacute;sico em si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se estou certa ou errada? N&amp;atilde;o sei. N&amp;atilde;o me importo. Falei e pronto. Ser&amp;aacute; que estou voltando a ser a velha Karen? Ah, acho que vou apanhar da vida de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"As adversidades s&amp;atilde;o como facas. Elas nos podem ser &amp;uacute;teis ou nos cortar. Depende se a seguramos pela l&amp;acirc;mina ou pelo cabo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Led Zeppelin - Since I&amp;acute;ve been loving you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109902653666243580?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109902653666243580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109902653666243580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109902653666243580' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109894158983454169</id><published>2004-10-27T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T22:41:43.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, ao acordar, decidi que teria um bel&amp;iacute;ssimo dia. &lt;br /&gt;Ouvi por a&amp;iacute; que temos o poder de decidir como ser&amp;aacute; o nosso dia. E decidi que o meu seria &amp;oacute;timo. Cantarolando &lt;i&gt;"she will have a perfect day, uh uh, she will have a perfect day"&lt;/i&gt; do Collective Soul com Elton John para me trazer sorte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comecei bem. Na minha aula de ingl&amp;ecirc;s, discutimos sobre o filme "Sociedade dos poetas mortos" &lt;i&gt;(est&amp;aacute; no meu TOP 5 - melhor filme) &lt;/i&gt;e ouvimos Mandy do Barry Manilow&lt;i&gt; (est&amp;aacute; no TOP 5 - m&amp;uacute;sicas favoritas da mam&amp;atilde;e).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei em casa e n&amp;atilde;o sentei no almofad&amp;atilde;o &lt;i&gt;(piada interna. Odeio quando colocam piadas internas que eu n&amp;atilde;o entendo, mas essa, eu n&amp;atilde;o resisti)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O meu pai n&amp;atilde;o vem com uma boa not&amp;iacute;cia. Problemas na fam&amp;iacute;lia. Hum, ok. "Somos bem unidos e vamos tirar de letra."&lt;br /&gt;Na hora do almo&amp;ccedil;o, tentei tirar sarro do meu irm&amp;atilde;o, imitando-o, quando bati o joelho com tudo na porta. &lt;b&gt;Saldo 1: joelho roxo por uns tr&amp;ecirc;s dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Sigo para o trabalho, com f&amp;eacute;. Estou escalada para comandar a sala de justi&amp;ccedil;a. Metade dos v&amp;ocirc;os atrasados e 100 conex&amp;otilde;es perdidas.&lt;i&gt; "Vamos manter a calma. Tudo sob controle. Ou quase tudo&lt;/i&gt;". &lt;b&gt;Saldo 2: Caos total&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ao voltar para casa, certa de que fecharia o meu dia com chave de ouro (como sou otimista), deparo-me com o seguinte e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oi K&amp;aacute;!&lt;br /&gt;Estava assistindo 10 coisas que eu odeio em voc&amp;ecirc; e adivinha de quem lembrei? De voc&amp;ecirc;, claro. Voc&amp;ecirc; &amp;eacute; a cara da atriz principal. Quero dizer, no jeito de ser. Voc&amp;ecirc; &amp;eacute; totalmente geniosa, j&amp;aacute; bateu num cara do col&amp;eacute;gio que eu lembro muito bem, quando est&amp;aacute; de mau humor, sabe dar uma bela patada como ningu&amp;eacute;m e tem resposta para tudo. Sorte tem as pessoas que voc&amp;ecirc; gosta. Voc&amp;ecirc; &amp;eacute; uma pessoa dif&amp;iacute;cil, mas eu gosto de t&amp;ecirc;-la como amiga. Quem sabe o seu g&amp;ecirc;nio complicado n&amp;atilde;o atrai um belo moreno de cabelos cacheados que cante Can&amp;acute;t take my eyes off you, como no filme? Alguma coisa boa tem de sair no meio disso.&lt;br /&gt;Me liga quando der.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos,&lt;br /&gt;Van"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saldo 3: eu adoro a sinceridade dos meus amigos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109894158983454169?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109894158983454169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109894158983454169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109894158983454169' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109885365473523731</id><published>2004-10-26T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:07:34.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosto de escrever de madrugada.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do sil&amp;ecirc;ncio na rua. &lt;br /&gt;Gosto da companhia da lua.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da minha x&amp;iacute;cara de ch&amp;aacute; antes de dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dos meus pensamentos no meio de tudo isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns organizam os seus pensamentos pela manh&amp;atilde;, outros durante um bom banho e eu, de madrugada.&lt;br /&gt;Os planos do dia seguinte, geralmente, n&amp;atilde;o s&amp;atilde;o colocados em pr&amp;aacute;tica. &amp;Eacute;, eu sou muito mais corajosa de madrugada. Seja para falar ou tomar alguma atitude.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do piano nesse hor&amp;aacute;rio. Muita falta. Completaria minhas noites. Jogar os meus pensamentos e vontades entre as notas, ah, que desejo! O piano fala muito por mim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabo de lembrar uma coisa...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho amigos que sonham em encontrar um grande amor para conversarem atrav&amp;eacute;s de olhares. Eu j&amp;aacute; n&amp;atilde;o sonho em encontrar um grande amor, mas algu&amp;eacute;m que pudesse conversar atrav&amp;eacute;s da m&amp;uacute;sica. &lt;br /&gt;Escrevi sobre piano e esse pensamento me veio &amp;agrave; cabe&amp;ccedil;a. Alias, j&amp;aacute; me veio outro, dentro do mesmo assunto...&lt;br /&gt;Penso demais, isso sim.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, &amp;eacute; hora de dormir. Esqueci que amanh&amp;atilde; &amp;eacute; quarta e tenho aula, logo cedo.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo este post em aberto. Continua.... &lt;br /&gt;... numa pr&amp;oacute;xima madrugada, qualquer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Collective Soul feat. Elton John - Perfect Day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109885365473523731?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109885365473523731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109885365473523731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109885365473523731' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109876912944613713</id><published>2004-10-25T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T22:38:49.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre me achei muito menina. Moleca. Agia como tal. &lt;br /&gt;Cresci num pr&amp;eacute;dio rodeada de meninos. Tinha apenas uma amiga. Grande amiga at&amp;eacute; hoje. &lt;br /&gt;Minha paix&amp;atilde;o reprimida por futebol &amp;eacute; culpa deles. As marcas no joelho por tentar brincar de skate, tamb&amp;eacute;m. Ahhh, n&amp;atilde;o quero falar das minhas tentativas frustradas nos esportes. &lt;br /&gt;Se algum garoto se interessava por mim, se interessava pela moleca que eu era. De t&amp;ecirc;nis, cal&amp;ccedil;a, camiseta e totalmente desajeitada. Eles davam import&amp;acirc;ncia ao que eu falava e pensava. Claro, que eles eram poucos. Muitos estavam interessados nas meninas 'menininhas-arrumadinhas'.&lt;br /&gt;E foi assim... at&amp;eacute; uns 6 meses atr&amp;aacute;s...&lt;br /&gt;Cansada do meu visual, resolvi mudar. Cortei o cabelo, clareei a cor, adotei as lentes de contato, desfiz-me de metade do arm&amp;aacute;rio, dei lugar a roupas diferentes, emagreci. Praticamente, virei uma mulherzinha. Mudei. Bastante.&lt;br /&gt;"BOOOOMMM!". E a popula&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o masculina resolveu me dar bola. Ouvi que fico sexy ao dan&amp;ccedil;ar "As the world falls down" do Bowie, de saia com um copo na m&amp;atilde;o. Engra&amp;ccedil;ado, sempre dancei essa m&amp;uacute;sica do mesmo jeito. Talvez, sem a saia e o copo na m&amp;atilde;o, mas do mesmo jeito. Quem mal me cumprimentava, passou a me convidar para sair e nas baladas deixei de ser a 'amiga da AMIGA'. No come&amp;ccedil;o,  me diverti, claro. Depois, passaram a n&amp;atilde;o ligar pro meu interior.&lt;br /&gt;Eu n&amp;atilde;o deixei de ser quem sou. O produto &amp;eacute; o mesmo. S&amp;oacute; mudou a embalagem. E de repente, n&amp;atilde;o parecem mais interessados em olhar o que est&amp;aacute; dentro da embalagem? Afinal, a embalagem &amp;eacute; bonita. Pra que abrir, n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de brincar disso. Cansei de ser boneca. Cansei de ser embalagem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dan&amp;ccedil;ando As the world falls down pelo quarto. Sem saia, sem copo na m&amp;atilde;o. De jeans e camiseta, como sempre dancei. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109876912944613713?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109876912944613713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109876912944613713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109876912944613713' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109859409336080073</id><published>2004-10-23T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T22:01:33.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem sombra de d&amp;uacute;vidas, minha cantora favorita, atualmente, chama-se &lt;b&gt;Norah Jones&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Durmo ouvindo o seu CD, gosto da sua voz rouca, tranquila, sem enfeites vocais como a maioria das cantoras de hoje, que ficam disputando o posto de quem consegue maior piruetas com a voz!&lt;br /&gt;Gosto das letras simples e rom&amp;acirc;nticas. Gosto do jeito que toca piano e gosto de sua simplicidade. Ela me passa a impress&amp;atilde;o de que a m&amp;uacute;sica &amp;eacute; para ela e n&amp;atilde;o para os outros. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vou parar de escrever um pouco sobre mim e sobre os meus pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Escreverei sobre m&amp;uacute;sica. Ou criarei um novo blog para isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso depois. &lt;br /&gt;Vou ouvir Norah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If I were a painter&lt;br /&gt;I would paint my reverie&lt;br /&gt;If that&amp;acute;s the only way for you to be with me..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Painter Song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109859409336080073?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109859409336080073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109859409336080073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109859409336080073' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109854652647846661</id><published>2004-10-23T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T08:48:46.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estranho quando voc&amp;ecirc; deseja alguma coisa e quando consegue, n&amp;atilde;o quer mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Tina Turner - The Best &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109854652647846661?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109854652647846661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109854652647846661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109854652647846661' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109833291940361864</id><published>2004-10-20T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T21:28:39.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Qual o nosso maior desejo? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Liberdade. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;S&amp;oacute; me vem essa palavra no momento.&lt;br /&gt;Somos livres para 'coisas boas'. O que &amp;eacute; real, no verdadeiro sentido da palavra. N&amp;atilde;o somos livres para praticarmos maldades. Quem praticar, sofrer&amp;aacute; s&amp;eacute;rias consequ&amp;ecirc;ncias.&lt;br /&gt;E na nossa sociedade? Somos livres para fazermos o que &amp;eacute; 'bom'? Hoje em dia, ningu&amp;eacute;m &amp;eacute; livre para amar, ser honesto, feliz. Somos for&amp;ccedil;ados a jogos de interesses, ao poder da estabilidade. As pessoas tem medo de amar, mesmo que o amor nos torne completamente livres. Quando abafamos nossos sentimentos, nos tornamos tensos e infelizes.&lt;br /&gt;E eu que acreditava fielmente naquela m&amp;uacute;sica... &lt;i&gt;"I&amp;acute;m free, to do what I want"...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ao som de Elton John - The One&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109833291940361864?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109833291940361864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109833291940361864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109833291940361864' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109812598918068748</id><published>2004-10-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T12:03:23.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Aprendendo a n&amp;atilde;o julgar....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como &amp;eacute; dif&amp;iacute;cil olhar sem julgar! Conversar sem julgar. &lt;br /&gt;Eu n&amp;atilde;o quero julgar as pessoas. N&amp;atilde;o quero julgar suas atitudes. N&amp;atilde;o quero julgar o que cada um faz ou deixa de fazer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute; dif&amp;iacute;cil... muito dif&amp;iacute;cil...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero aprender! Posso? Posso tentar? Eu sou teimosa. Eu posso ser reprovada na minha primeira prova. Eu posso tirar um DEZ. Eu posso ficar de recupera&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o.&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o ligo se as pessoas me julgam. Eu n&amp;atilde;o posso cobrar atitudes iguais. E que gra&amp;ccedil;a teria? &lt;br /&gt;Mas, eu n&amp;atilde;o quero julgar! Logo eu.&lt;br /&gt;Mais um desafio da vida, aqui vou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ao som de Disappear do INXS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109812598918068748?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109812598918068748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109812598918068748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109812598918068748' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109807306594721814</id><published>2004-10-17T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:17:45.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Queria encontrar palavras para descrever o quanto meu fim de semana foi bacana. Eu at&amp;eacute; aprendi a jogar sinuca e ainda, ao som de Bon Jovi e U2. Acho que encontrei o boteco da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109807306594721814?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109807306594721814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109807306594721814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109807306594721814' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109781079774031594</id><published>2004-10-14T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T20:26:37.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Apaga tudo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou carente e fico misturando as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Olha, eu assumi. Que milagre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou cuidar da minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;...a amorosa &amp;eacute; consequencia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109781079774031594?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109781079774031594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109781079774031594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109781079774031594' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109777844209595094</id><published>2004-10-14T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T11:27:22.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acho que nunca escrevi sobre voc&amp;ecirc; no novo blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse blog significa uma nova fase. Ser&amp;aacute; que essa nova fase j&amp;aacute; chegou?&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui mexer num passado recente, buscando um al&amp;iacute;vio.&lt;br /&gt;Al&amp;iacute;vio de um lado, pensamentos de outros. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu estava t&amp;atilde;o certa dos meus sentimentos. T&amp;atilde;o certa de que era outro que eu queria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, enfrentar 14 horas dentro de um avi&amp;atilde;o que eu morro de medo, por amizade? Ser&amp;aacute;?&lt;br /&gt;Melhor, eu ficar quieta na minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109777844209595094?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109777844209595094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109777844209595094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109777844209595094' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109760547659944660</id><published>2004-10-12T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T11:26:24.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Lembrete para o pr&amp;oacute;ximo feriado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nada de 'bater os cinco minutos' e resolver cortar o cabelo mais curto do que j&amp;aacute; &amp;eacute;. Ainda mais se estiver na TPM. &lt;i&gt;{ai, arrependimento. Cantando o mantra: cabelo cresce, cabelo cresce, cabelo cresce, cabelo cresce...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109760547659944660?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109760547659944660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109760547659944660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109760547659944660' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109717283071494373</id><published>2004-10-07T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T11:13:50.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>* o &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ludov.com.br" title="Ludov" target="_blank"&gt;Ludov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ganhou o pr&amp;ecirc;mio de melhor clipe independente no VMB. Fiquei muito feliz. A minha esperan&amp;ccedil;a de que o VMB pode ter bons vencedores voltou. Gosto muito do som deles. Pra quem n&amp;atilde;o conhece, vale a pena conferir o show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &amp;Agrave;s pessoas que n&amp;atilde;o gostaram do novo som do U2: Blergh!&lt;br /&gt;Inclusive, essa noite, sonhei que estava assistindo-os em algum est&amp;aacute;dio perdido por a&amp;iacute;, na grade. Ah, sonho mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Come&amp;ccedil;o a notar que os aparelhos de DVD podem ser bem sens&amp;iacute;veis e sentimentais. Haja paci&amp;ecirc;ncia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Descobri minha fonte de riqueza. Publicar um livro com as 'p&amp;eacute;rolas' que escuto dos passageiros naquele aeroporto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Estou expressionada. Acho um ac&amp;uacute;mulo o que essa empresa fez."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, doutor Pasquale, o senhor ainda n&amp;atilde;o viu nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109717283071494373?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109717283071494373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109717283071494373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109717283071494373' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109673812840059901</id><published>2004-10-02T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T10:28:48.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Piada do fim de semana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ganhei uma comunidade no Orkut: &lt;b&gt;N&amp;oacute;s amamos a Kalu!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=493632" title="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=493632" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=493632&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque os meus amigos riem de tudo o que eu falo, eu digo que &amp;eacute; s&amp;eacute;rio e eles n&amp;atilde;o acreditam.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eles acreditam que eu sou a Dory do Procurando Nemo!&lt;br /&gt;Porque eles ficam me pentelhando porque eu gosto de U2 e Bon Jovi. Mas, eu gosto mesmo, t&amp;aacute;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E &amp;eacute; isso... &lt;br /&gt;Me defende, mo&amp;ccedil;o?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109673812840059901?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109673812840059901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109673812840059901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109673812840059901' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109642315318492901</id><published>2004-09-28T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T18:59:13.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ufa, consegui parar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa semana foi correria total.&lt;br /&gt;Como foi a minha discotecagem? Maravilhosa! Sentimentos que infelizmente, n&amp;atilde;o posso transformar em palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Nesses links, voc&amp;ecirc;s podem encontrar toda a minha energia jogada nas fotos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://andrea.trash80s.com.br/Trash/Bloggers_Setembro/" title="http://andrea.trash80s.com.br/Trash/Bloggers_Setembro/" target="_blank"&gt;http://andrea.trash80s.com.br/Trash/Bloggers_Setembro/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trash80s.com.br/galeria/trash_fotobloggers12/index01.htm" title="http://www.trash80s.com.br/galeria/trash_fotobloggers12/index01.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.trash80s.com.br/galeria/trash_fotobloggers12/index01.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quebra, meu set Trash:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#0000FF"&gt;1 - Bon Jovi - Living on a prayer &lt;br /&gt;2 - Cindy Lauper - I drove all night &lt;br /&gt;3 - Madonna - Erotica (Sex Remix) &lt;br /&gt;4 - Miami Sound Machine - Bad Boy &lt;br /&gt;5 - Swing Out Sister - Breakout &lt;br /&gt;6 - Deborah Blando - Boy &lt;br /&gt;7 - Katrina &amp; The Waves - Walking on sunshine &lt;br /&gt;8 - Tema de Friends - I&amp;acute;ll Be There For You&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sabad&amp;atilde;o, embarquei de maluco rumo ao Rio de Janeiro perdido...&lt;br /&gt;Como &amp;eacute; bom aquele lugar. E Santa Teresa &amp;eacute; encantador. Literalmente, peguei o bonde andando. Podem acreditar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E voltemos &amp;agrave; vida maluca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109642315318492901?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109642315318492901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109642315318492901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109642315318492901' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109572427080799621</id><published>2004-09-20T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T16:54:17.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;N&amp;atilde;o consegui atualizar essa semana, gra&amp;ccedil;as ao excesso de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje &amp;eacute; meu dia de folga, ap&amp;oacute;s longos seis dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parei e fiquei um pouco decepcionada comigo. Estou desapontada com algumas atitudes minhas.&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o deveria me abalar com situa&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es bobas, nem com pessoas que j&amp;aacute; n&amp;atilde;o fazem tanta diferen&amp;ccedil;a na minha vida. &lt;br /&gt;Como nos cobramos demais, n&amp;atilde;o?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que venha o fim de semana, logo, por favor!&lt;br /&gt;Ali&amp;aacute;s, eu vou tocar na &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trash80s.com.br" title="Trash80&amp;acute;s" target="_blank"&gt;Trash 80&amp;acute;s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, sexta-feira. Est&amp;atilde;o todos convidados e estou um po&amp;ccedil;o de ansiedade.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, eu vou ali devorar mais um chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ouvindo: o meu futuro set.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109572427080799621?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109572427080799621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109572427080799621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109572427080799621' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109513256527022105</id><published>2004-09-13T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T20:29:25.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Existem coincid&amp;ecirc;ncias?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei a tarde no cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Assisti &lt;b&gt;"Terminal"&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;"Colateral"&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dois filmes que terminam com 'al'.&lt;br /&gt;*Dois filmes que t&amp;ecirc;m "Tom&amp;acute;s" como protagonistas.&lt;br /&gt;*Dois filmes com o mesmo ator coadjuvente.&lt;br /&gt;*Dois filmes com 'jazz' no meio da trama.&lt;br /&gt;*Dois filmes com a mesma piada sobre "Al&amp;eacute;m da Imagina&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algu&amp;eacute;m explica? O que anda acontecendo em Hollywood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109513256527022105?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109513256527022105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109513256527022105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109513256527022105' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109435137061959260</id><published>2004-09-04T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T19:29:30.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Observar as cenas &amp;agrave; sua volta pode ser engra&amp;ccedil;ado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como toda pessoa que tem o ascendente em libra, sou indecisa.&lt;br /&gt;Sento do lado esquerdo ou do lado direito num vag&amp;atilde;o qualquer do metr&amp;ocirc;? Ok, vamos sentar no meio pra n&amp;atilde;o termos maiores problemas! Problemas? R&amp;aacute;, eu arrumaria um em breve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ESTA&amp;Ccedil;&amp;Atilde;O TIRADENTES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um lado, um senhor completamente b&amp;ecirc;bado, cantando Besame Mucho, num idioma que s&amp;oacute; ele entendia.&lt;br /&gt;De outro, um rapaz, que sempre vejo, com o mesmo discurso de que possui AIDS e precisa de ajuda... bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como j&amp;aacute; conhe&amp;ccedil;o o discurso do rapaz de cor, tive vontade de cair na gargalhada com o senhor-aprendiz-de-cantor. &lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, estava uniformizada e precisava passar a imagem de funcion&amp;aacute;ria exemplar de aeroporto.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, como &amp;eacute; dif&amp;iacute;cil ser sensata... hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109435137061959260?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109435137061959260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109435137061959260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109435137061959260' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109417757028057079</id><published>2004-09-02T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T11:24:58.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agora eu divido o meu MSN em dois grupos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;* Pessoas que acreditam que o Acre existe.&lt;br /&gt;* Pessoas que acreditam que o Acre n&amp;atilde;o existe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; que est&amp;aacute; equilibrado? Um dia, vou convencer o mundo que o &lt;b&gt;Acre n&amp;atilde;o existe&lt;/b&gt;. Eu e a meia d&amp;uacute;zia de amigos inclusos no primeiro grupo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109417757028057079?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109417757028057079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109417757028057079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109417757028057079' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109380835842242022</id><published>2004-08-29T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T12:42:36.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;EU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu posso &lt;/b&gt;colocar os meus &amp;oacute;culos, uma blusa comportada, sentar em algum caf&amp;eacute; e bater papo durante horas com pique de intelectual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu posso &lt;/b&gt;colocar t&amp;ecirc;nis, sair para caminhar e conversar sobre a natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu posso &lt;/b&gt;passar um s&amp;aacute;bado inteiro arrumando meu cabelo, minhas unhas, escolhendo uma roupa com decotes, uma maquiagem caprichada e sair para dan&amp;ccedil;ar com os amigos, jogando o charme escondido dentro de uma grande t&amp;iacute;mida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu posso &lt;/b&gt;ter o meu dia de &lt;b&gt;Bridget Jones&lt;/b&gt; e ficar jogada no meu quarto, de pijama, cabelo desarrumado e chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu posso &lt;/b&gt;agir como uma garota de 15 anos e posso agir como uma jovem madura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu posso &lt;/b&gt;ir a um bar de MPB e posso ficar pulando num bar de rock ao som das minhas bandas favoritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu posso &lt;/b&gt;sentar num boteco qualquer de esquina e falar muita besteira tomando cerveja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso ser EU. Posso ser um dos meus personagens. Posso ser uma mistura dos dois. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma boa leonina, eu posso e fa&amp;ccedil;o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109380835842242022?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109380835842242022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109380835842242022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109380835842242022' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109379501359041008</id><published>2004-08-29T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T08:56:53.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>N&amp;atilde;o sou f&amp;atilde; de Olimp&amp;iacute;adas. Fato.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, paro de fazer qualquer coisa pra assitir o volei masculino em cena.&lt;br /&gt;Haja cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o! &lt;br /&gt;E bye bye, italianada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109379501359041008?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109379501359041008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109379501359041008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109379501359041008' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686334.post-109353904105812399</id><published>2004-08-26T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T09:50:41.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De vez em quando, deixo a timidez de lado, coloco uma mini-saia, uma meia arrast&amp;atilde;o, um sapato boneca, uma blusinha, maquiagem e saio para dan&amp;ccedil;ar com os meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Personagem por um dia. Ou por uma noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ouvindo: Tom Petty - Free Fallin&amp;acute;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6686334-109353904105812399?l=luamistica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109353904105812399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6686334/posts/default/109353904105812399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luamistica.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109353904105812399' title=''/><author><name>Kalu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imKnksegtug/TTr2T7FclWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/THzqUxiY_7s/s220/166441_482572301682_533946682_5811850_5291406_n.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
