<?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-17108413</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:00:01.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel my luck could change</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-115379037170572551</id><published>2006-07-24T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:19:31.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/conviten.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/conviten.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu começo de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Vento&lt;br /&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Rodrigo Amarante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso ouvir o vento passar,&lt;br /&gt;assistir à onda bater,&lt;br /&gt;mas o estrago que faz&lt;br /&gt;a vida é curta pra ver...&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensei..&lt;br /&gt;que quando eu morrer&lt;br /&gt;vou acordar para o tempo&lt;br /&gt;e para o tempo parar:&lt;br /&gt;Um século, um mês,&lt;br /&gt;três vidas e mais&lt;br /&gt;um passo pra trás?&lt;br /&gt;Por que será?&lt;br /&gt;...vou pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Como pode alguém sonhar&lt;br /&gt;o que é impossível saber?&lt;br /&gt;- Não te dizer o que eu penso&lt;br /&gt;já é pensar em dizer&lt;br /&gt;e isso, eu vi,&lt;br /&gt;o vento leva!&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei mas&lt;br /&gt;sinto que é como sonhar&lt;br /&gt;que o esforço pra lembrar&lt;br /&gt;é a vontade de esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;e isso por que?&lt;br /&gt;Diz mais!&lt;br /&gt;Uh... se a gente já não sabe mais&lt;br /&gt;rir um do outro meu bem então&lt;br /&gt;o que resta é chorar e talvez,&lt;br /&gt;se tem que durar,&lt;br /&gt;vem renascido o amor&lt;br /&gt;bento de lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Um século, três,&lt;br /&gt;se as vidas atrás&lt;br /&gt;são parte de nós.&lt;br /&gt;E como será?&lt;br /&gt;O vento vai dizer&lt;br /&gt;lento o que virá,&lt;br /&gt;e se chover demais,&lt;br /&gt;a gente vai saber,&lt;br /&gt;claro de um trovão,&lt;br /&gt;se alguém depois&lt;br /&gt;sorrir em paz.&lt;br /&gt;Só de encontrar... ah!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-115379037170572551?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/115379037170572551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=115379037170572551' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/115379037170572551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/115379037170572551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/07/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-115332812623502840</id><published>2006-07-19T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T09:55:26.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman - O retorno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/400/super.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman returns&lt;br /&gt;EUA, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Ação - 154 min.&lt;br /&gt;Direção: Bryan Singer&lt;br /&gt;Roteiro: Bryan Singer, Michael Dougherty, Dan Harris &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elenco: Brandon Routh, Kate Bosworth, Kevin Spacey, James Marsden, Parker Posey, Frank Langella, Sam Huntington, Eva Marie Saint, Marlon Brando, Kal Penn, David Fabrizio, Ian Roberts, Vincent Stone, Jack Larson, Noel Neill, Stephan Bender, Peta Wilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por  Érico Borgo/ 13/7/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É praticamente unânime. Pergunte a um fã de quadrinhos qual é o melhor filme de super-heróis de todos os tempos e você ouvirá: "Superman".  Ou talvez "Superman II".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob a sombra de um passado tão poderoso e memorável, o cineasta  Bryan Singer - o homem que sacudiu o mercado de filmes de super-heróis com os dois primeiros X-Men - não teve dúvida. Quando começou a imaginar  Superman - O retorno (Superman returns, 2006), o novo filme do Homem de Aço, descartou todas as idéias estapafúrdias de revitalização e modernização do personagem que circulavam pela Warner Bros. há mais de uma década. Na contramão da moda, ele fez o que, como um desses fãs que têm a resposta para a pergunta acima na ponta da língua, achou que seria certo: respeitou o passado e a consciência universal que todo mundo tem sobre o icônico personagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solução encontrada pelo diretor e seus amigos e roteiristas, Dan Harris e Michael Dougherty, foi criar uma espécie de Superman III, ignorando os dois últimos (e péssimos) filmes do Super-Homem. Assim, a ação continua os temas mais fortes do segundo longa do herói, mas com pequenas alterações (inclusive no tema clássico de John Williams, que é expandido pelo compositor John Ottman). No novo filme, por exemplo,  Lois Lane não sabe que Clark Kent é o Super-Homem. Mas tudo é organizado de tal forma que não é necessário ter assistido aos capítulos prévios para entendê-lo. Até porque todo mundo está cansado de conhecer a origem do herói e seu universo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trama acompanha o retorno do Super-Homem à Terra depois de uma ausência de vários anos. Enquanto isso, seu antigo inimigo Lex Luthor dá início ao seu maior plano até hoje - algo que pode torná-lo o homem mais poderoso do planeta. Além da ameaça, o herói depara-se com algo ainda mais inesperado... a mulher que ele ama, Lois Lane, seguiu com sua vida e tem uma família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resultado é excelente. Pelo menos para os mais velhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao focar-se em temas mais adultos, como a complexa história de amor entre Lois e o Super-Homem, e não oferecer conflitos grandiosos como os de Homem-Aranha, Quarteto Fantástico ou X-Men, o filme se afasta do público mais jovem. Claro, a ação existe, mas o duelo de cérebro contra músculos promovido por Lex Luthor não é exatamente empolgante como o quebra-pau do Aranha contra o Doutor Octopus, por exemplo. Aos mais jovens, faltou um "chefe de fase", já que o kryptoniano se restringe a salvar pessoas de desastres. Dessa forma, o drama e a beleza plástica de Superman - O retorno são muito mais fortes que os elementos "super-heróicos" tradicionais, o que deve dividir opiniões de fãs. Mas será que alguém consegue ficar indiferente à cena em que Clark Kent observa triste com sua visão de raios-x enquanto Lois Lane sobe no elevador do Planeta Diário? Ou o momento de superação, em que o herói voa ignorando o efeito da kryptonita? Ou a belíssima seqüência em que ele repete as palavras do pai (Marlon Brando, em recriação por efeitos especiais e em material de arquivo)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deve haver qualquer divergência, porém, no que diz respeito ao visual da aventura. As imagens captadas pelo diretor através das câmeras experimentais Gênesis são lindíssimas e todo o design de produção e efeitos especiais, dos menores detalhes aos momentos grandiosos, são perfeitos, obcecados até, e trazem um realismo impressionante. Os tons, construções e figurinos oferecem um visual retrô sem ser datado, que funciona perfeitamente para o personagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igualmente bem-sucedido é o elenco. Singer tem mesmo um excelente olho para seleção de atores. Brandon Routh, o novo astro tão execrado pelos fãs no início da produção, prova que tem talento, especialmente numa das cenas finais, apesar de alguns momentos nos quais é ofuscado pela colega  Kate Bosworth, a Lois Lane. Mesmo com a pouca idade, a atriz consegue segurar muito um papel forte como o da repórter do Planeta Diário. De Kevin Spacey nem é necessário falar. Em seu segundo trabalho com Singer (depois de Os suspeitos), o ator egresso dos palcos faz um Lex Luthor divertido e ameaçador. Os coadjuvantes são igualmente competentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman - O retorno é assim uma experiência fantástica, um trabalho de amor e dedicação ao personagem - e o que é melhor... incorporando seus próprios, e promissores, elementos à quase septagenária mitologia. Bryan Singer crava assim seu nome ao lado dos grandes criadores que conduziram o herói e o mantiveram relevante em épocas tão distintas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;texto tirado so site http://www.omelete.com.br/cinema/artigos/base_para_artigos.asp?artigo=3233&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-115332812623502840?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/115332812623502840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=115332812623502840' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/115332812623502840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/115332812623502840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/07/superman-o-retorno.html' title='Superman - O retorno'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-115253868766332179</id><published>2006-07-10T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T07:55:34.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/Picture%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/400/Picture%204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez q penso em escrever neste blogger&lt;br /&gt;eu só consigo escrever sobre ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele q eu amo tanto&lt;br /&gt;e q me faz muito feliz&lt;br /&gt;ele q é o meu refúgio&lt;br /&gt;minha casa&lt;br /&gt;minha calma&lt;br /&gt;meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;é o dono da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;ele é o meu presente e o meu futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele é todas as estações&lt;br /&gt;é o vento q balança meus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;é a sombra q me acompanha&lt;br /&gt;é tudo q importa pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu tento ser a melhor pessoa&lt;br /&gt;pra ele...&lt;br /&gt;tento nunca deixá-lo triste&lt;br /&gt;eu não suporto vê-lo triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele é tudo o q eu tenho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hj completamos mais um mês juntos&lt;br /&gt;e eu só posso agradecer a presença dele na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu amo muito este mocinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom Dia&lt;br /&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia&lt;br /&gt;Olha as flores que eu trouxe pra você, amor&lt;br /&gt;São pra comemorar aquele dia&lt;br /&gt;Que passei a viver do teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Eu me lembro, entre nós não havia quase nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora é só você que me faz cantar&lt;br /&gt;E é só você que me faz cantar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia mil motivos pra eu não estar naquele show&lt;br /&gt;Mas o nosso destino foi escrito&lt;br /&gt;Sob o som de uma banda qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Eu me lembro, em setembro conheci minha mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora é só você que me faz cantar&lt;br /&gt;E é só você que me faz cantar (3x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-115253868766332179?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/115253868766332179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=115253868766332179' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/115253868766332179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/115253868766332179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/07/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-114969837854118241</id><published>2006-06-07T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T05:55:08.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/bjpb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/400/bjpb.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é tanto amor que parece ar&lt;br /&gt;parece fogo que queima&lt;br /&gt;domina a minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;rouba as minhas horas&lt;br /&gt;é o meu sopro de vida&lt;br /&gt;me consome&lt;br /&gt;e me liberta&lt;br /&gt;daquela vida triste que eu tinha&lt;br /&gt;daquelas noites intermináveis....&lt;br /&gt;agora eu canto&lt;br /&gt;eu corro no parque&lt;br /&gt;e não perco o fôlego&lt;br /&gt;ele me alimenta&lt;br /&gt;eu moro dentro dele&lt;br /&gt;ele é a minha casa&lt;br /&gt;e agora eu respiro&lt;br /&gt;respiro nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;respiro cada palavra q ele me diz&lt;br /&gt;respiro esse ar que nos envolve&lt;br /&gt;esse ar que é dele&lt;br /&gt;e q agora também é meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Better Together&lt;br /&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard&lt;br /&gt;No song that I could sing but I can try for your heart&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams and they are made out of real things&lt;br /&gt;Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it’s so hard?&lt;br /&gt;It’s not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you one thing, it’s always better when we’re together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum it’s always better when we’re together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we’ll look at the stars when we’re together&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s always better when we’re together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s always better when we’re together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I know that they’ll be gone when the morning light sings&lt;br /&gt;Or brings new things for tomorrow night you see&lt;br /&gt;That they’ll be gone too, too many things I have to do&lt;br /&gt;But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene&lt;br /&gt;I’d be under the impression I was somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do&lt;br /&gt;Or places we got to be we’ll sit beneath the mango tree now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s always better when we’re together&lt;br /&gt;Hum we’re somewhere in between together&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s always better when we’re together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it’s always better when we’re together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in memories they look so, so pretty when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;And now when, when I wake up you look so pretty sleeping next to me&lt;br /&gt;But there is not enough time&lt;br /&gt;And there is no song I could sing&lt;br /&gt;And there is no combination of words I could say&lt;br /&gt;But I will still tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;We’re better together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-114969837854118241?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/114969837854118241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=114969837854118241' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/114969837854118241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/114969837854118241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/06/bruno.html' title='Bruno'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-114809154695066985</id><published>2006-05-19T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:29:19.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meus amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/amigas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/400/amigas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falta muita gente aqui nesta foto!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso reclamar&lt;br /&gt;tenho bons amigos&lt;br /&gt;aqueles q estão por perto&lt;br /&gt;aqueles q olham de longe&lt;br /&gt;aqueles q somem mas depois aparecem&lt;br /&gt;aqueles q só de me ver já sabem o q eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;aqueles q conseguem rir das minhas bobagens&lt;br /&gt;aqueles q gostam de música&lt;br /&gt;aqueles q gostam de arte&lt;br /&gt;aqueles q gostam de farra&lt;br /&gt;aqueles q estudaram comigo&lt;br /&gt;aqueles q eu conheci ao acaso&lt;br /&gt;aqueles q ligam&lt;br /&gt;aqueles q não ligam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu amo todos eles&lt;br /&gt;e espero levá-los comigo &lt;br /&gt;nessa estrada sinuosa q é a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vá se perder por ai&lt;br /&gt;Mutantes&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Raphael Thadeu/Roberto Loyola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja como vem &lt;br /&gt;Veja bem &lt;br /&gt;Veja como vem &lt;br /&gt;Vai, vai, vem &lt;br /&gt;Veja bem &lt;br /&gt;Como vai &lt;br /&gt;Veja como vai &lt;br /&gt;Veja bem &lt;br /&gt;Veja bem como vem &lt;br /&gt;Vai vem se ela vai também &lt;br /&gt;Cuidado meu amigo &lt;br /&gt;Não vá se estrepar &lt;br /&gt;Não queira dar um passo mais largo &lt;br /&gt;Que as pernas podem dar &lt;br /&gt;Não se iluda com um beijo &lt;br /&gt;Uma frase ou um olhar &lt;br /&gt;Não vá se perder por aí... &lt;br /&gt;Você é bem grandinho &lt;br /&gt;Já pode se cuidar e &lt;br /&gt;Ir seguindo o se caminho &lt;br /&gt;Sempre errando até um acertar &lt;br /&gt;Mas não tenha muita pressa &lt;br /&gt;Vá tentando devagar &lt;br /&gt;Só não vá se perder por aí...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-114809154695066985?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/114809154695066985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=114809154695066985' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/114809154695066985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/114809154695066985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/05/meus-amigos.html' title='meus amigos'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-114796087269964638</id><published>2006-05-18T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:01:12.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maio turbulento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/266200605Buso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/400/266200605Buso.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faz tempo q não passo por aqui....&lt;br /&gt;mas as palavras caminham na minha cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;elas brincam de roda&lt;br /&gt;e eu estou mesmo sem tempo&lt;br /&gt;e agora com um certo medo&lt;br /&gt;a Tv continua passando essa onda de violência em SP...&lt;br /&gt;e eu penso será q eles estão exagerando????&lt;br /&gt;parece q estou dentro de uma história em quadrinhos&lt;br /&gt;não quero viver sitiada!&lt;br /&gt;espero poder caminhar nas ruas como antes&lt;br /&gt;sem parecer q estou em um filme de ação &lt;br /&gt;eu só temo em perder minha liberdade&lt;br /&gt;e as pessoas que eu amo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulletproof... I Wish I Was&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limb by limb, tooth by tooth &lt;br /&gt;Tearing up inside of me &lt;br /&gt;Every day, every hour &lt;br /&gt;I wish that I was bullet proof &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wax me, mould me &lt;br /&gt;Heat the pins and stab them in &lt;br /&gt;You have turned me into this &lt;br /&gt;Just wish that it was bullet proof, &lt;br /&gt;was bullet proof &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pay the money and take a shot &lt;br /&gt;Lead-fill the hole in me &lt;br /&gt;I could burst a million bubbles &lt;br /&gt;All surrogate and bullet proof &lt;br /&gt;And bullet proof &lt;br /&gt;And bullet proof &lt;br /&gt;And bullet proof&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-114796087269964638?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/114796087269964638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=114796087269964638' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/114796087269964638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/114796087269964638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/05/maio-turbulento.html' title='Maio turbulento'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-114476949230295523</id><published>2006-04-11T08:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T08:39:09.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/Imag127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/400/Imag127.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No inicio de Abril estava bem longe das fumaças...&lt;br /&gt;do barulho dos carros...&lt;br /&gt;da confusão da cidade&lt;br /&gt;do ar poluído...&lt;br /&gt;estava em um lugar lindo com a pessoa q eu amo&lt;br /&gt;perto das árvores&lt;br /&gt;do mar &lt;br /&gt;das pedras&lt;br /&gt;o tempo poderia parar...&lt;br /&gt;como se eu pudesse parar meu relógio&lt;br /&gt;ou aumentar todas as horas&lt;br /&gt;cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;todo o tempo q eu tenho&lt;br /&gt;ainda é pouco...&lt;br /&gt;quero mais tempo&lt;br /&gt;só para passar com ele&lt;br /&gt;se eu pudesse parar o tempo....&lt;br /&gt;eu congelava esses momentos...&lt;br /&gt;e os guardava comigo&lt;br /&gt;hj eu estava pensando....&lt;br /&gt;já temos dois meses de namoro...&lt;br /&gt;e parece que temos mais tempo&lt;br /&gt;esse tempo maluco que regula nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;ainda quero mais tempo&lt;br /&gt;todo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;pra ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, There and Everywhere (tradução)&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para levar uma vida melhor, preciso que meu amor esteja aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, fazendo cada dia do ano. &lt;br /&gt;Mudando minha vida com o aceno de sua mão,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode negar que existe alguma coisa lá.&lt;br /&gt;Lá, passando minhas mãos pelos cabelos dela,&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois pensando o quão bom isso pode ser.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém está falando, mas ela não percebe que ele está lá.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero-a em todo lugar,&lt;br /&gt;E se ela está junto de mim, sei que nunca preciso me preocupar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas amá-la é precisar dela em todo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que o amor é para compartilhar,&lt;br /&gt;Cada um acreditando que o amor nunca morre,&lt;br /&gt;Observando seus olhos e esperando que eu esteja sempre lá.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero-a em todo lugar,&lt;br /&gt;E se ela está junto de mim, sei que nunca preciso me preocupar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas amá-la é precisar dela em todo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que o amor é para compartilhar.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um acreditando que o amor nunca morre,&lt;br /&gt;Observando seus olhos e esperando que eu esteja sempre lá.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei lá e em todo lugar, &lt;br /&gt;Aqui, lá e em todo lugar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-114476949230295523?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/114476949230295523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=114476949230295523' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/114476949230295523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/114476949230295523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/04/2-meses.html' title='2 meses'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-114127566190850856</id><published>2006-03-01T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:29:15.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eu e ele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/Imag173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/Imag173.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talvez eu seja mesmo sortuda&lt;br /&gt;dessa vez não tenho nada pra reclamar&lt;br /&gt;logo eu que sempre vivia me lamentando&lt;br /&gt;nunca dizia estou bem...mas sim estou indo...&lt;br /&gt;é estranho não ter que reclamar...&lt;br /&gt;e me sinto feliz&lt;br /&gt;me sinto muito bem&lt;br /&gt;por um outro lado queria que todos se sentissem assim&lt;br /&gt;completos ...felizes&lt;br /&gt;não tenho como mudar isso&lt;br /&gt;e isso me deixa muito triste&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;e eu só tenho que agradecer a esse moço que surgiu na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;que me faz sair do chão&lt;br /&gt;que não sai da minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;que enfim roubou meu coração&lt;br /&gt;que era tão triste e esquecido&lt;br /&gt;e agora vive tranquilo &lt;br /&gt;batendo depressa&lt;br /&gt;susurrando seu nome&lt;br /&gt;que cabe em cada dedo da minha mão&lt;br /&gt;b r u n o&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultimo Romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Rodrigo Amarante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu encontrei-a quando não quis&lt;br /&gt;mais procurar o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;e quanto levou foi pra eu merecer&lt;br /&gt;antes de um mês eu já não sei&lt;br /&gt;e até quem me vê, lendo jornal&lt;br /&gt;na fila do pão sabe que eu te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ninguem dirá&lt;br /&gt;que é tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;que é tao diferente assim&lt;br /&gt;o nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;a gente é quem sabe pequena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah vai! Me diz o que é o sufoco que eu te mostro alguém&lt;br /&gt;a fim de te acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;e se o caso for de ir a praia&lt;br /&gt;eu levo essa casa numa sacola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu encontrei-a e quis duvidar&lt;br /&gt;tanto clichê&lt;br /&gt;deve não ser&lt;br /&gt;voce me falou&lt;br /&gt;pra eu não me preocupar&lt;br /&gt;ter fé e ver coragem no amor&lt;br /&gt;e só de te ver&lt;br /&gt;eu penso em trocar&lt;br /&gt;a minha tv num jeito de te levar&lt;br /&gt;a qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;que você queira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ir onde o vento for&lt;br /&gt;e pra nós dois&lt;br /&gt;sair de casa já é&lt;br /&gt;se aventurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah vai! Me diz o que é o sossego que eu te mostro alguém&lt;br /&gt;afim de te acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;e se o tempo for te levar eu sigo essa hora&lt;br /&gt;pego carona&lt;br /&gt;pra te acompanhar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-114127566190850856?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/114127566190850856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=114127566190850856' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/114127566190850856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/114127566190850856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/03/eu-e-ele.html' title='eu e ele'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113979917381280368</id><published>2006-02-12T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T18:56:44.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dez de fevereiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/77777.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/77777.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi perfeito&lt;br /&gt;e tudo seguiu seu tempo&lt;br /&gt;como um rio em curso&lt;br /&gt;tinha até trilha sonora!!&lt;br /&gt;e agora não tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;não tenho mais&lt;br /&gt;valeu a pena &lt;br /&gt;toda essa espera&lt;br /&gt;e agora já sinto saudades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casa Pré-fabricada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Marcelo Camelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre os teus armários.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou a te esperar&lt;br /&gt;Para ver deitar o sol sobre os teus braços, castos.&lt;br /&gt;Cobre a culpa vã&lt;br /&gt;Até amanhã eu vou ficar&lt;br /&gt;E fazer do teu sorriso um abrigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta que é no canto que eu vou chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Canta o teu encanto que é pra me encantar.&lt;br /&gt;Canta para mim, qualquer coisa assim sobre você.&lt;br /&gt;Que explique a minha paz. Tristeza nunca mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale o meu pranto que esse canto em solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Nessa espera o mundo gira em linhas tortas.&lt;br /&gt;Abre essa janela&lt;br /&gt;A primavera quer entrar&lt;br /&gt;Pra fazer da nossa voz uma só nota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto que é de canto que eu vou chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Canto e toco um tanto que é pra te encantar.&lt;br /&gt;Canto para mim qualquer coisa assim sobre você.&lt;br /&gt;Que explique a minha paz. Tristeza nunca mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113979917381280368?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113979917381280368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113979917381280368' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113979917381280368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113979917381280368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/02/dez-de-fevereiro.html' title='dez de fevereiro'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113897880898324869</id><published>2006-02-03T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:00:09.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/pe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/400/pe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cai...&lt;br /&gt;em contradição?&lt;br /&gt;na real?&lt;br /&gt;da cama?&lt;br /&gt;do cavalo?&lt;br /&gt;de rir? &lt;br /&gt;fora?&lt;br /&gt;em mim?&lt;br /&gt;e foi tudo&lt;br /&gt;e é só isso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doctor robert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring my friend I said you’d call Doctor Robert,&lt;br /&gt;Day or night he’ll be there anytime at all,&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Robert,&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Robert, you’re a new and better man,&lt;br /&gt;He helps you to understand,&lt;br /&gt;He does ev’rything he can, Doctor Robert.&lt;br /&gt;If you are down he’ll pick you up, Doctor Robert,&lt;br /&gt;Take a drink from his special cup, Doctor Robert,&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Robert, he’s a man you must believe,&lt;br /&gt;Helping ev’ry one in need,&lt;br /&gt;No-one can succeed like Doctor Robert.&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, you’re feeling fine,&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, he’ll make you, Doctor Robert.&lt;br /&gt;My friend works with the National Health,&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Robert,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t pay money just to see yourself with&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Robert,&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Robert, you’re a new and better man,&lt;br /&gt;He helps you to understand,&lt;br /&gt;He does ev’rything he can, Doctor Robert.&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, you’re feeling fine,&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, he’ll make you Doctor Robert.&lt;br /&gt;Ring my friend I said you’d call&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Robert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113897880898324869?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113897880898324869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113897880898324869' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113897880898324869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113897880898324869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/02/ui.html' title='ui'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113819773388746706</id><published>2006-01-25T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T06:02:13.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>niver de Sampa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/SP%20bandeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/400/SP%20bandeira.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São São Paulo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tom Zé)   &lt;br /&gt;São São Paulo quanta dor&lt;br /&gt;São São Paulo meu amor &lt;br /&gt;São oito milhões de habitantes&lt;br /&gt;De todo canto e nação&lt;br /&gt;Que se agridem cortesmente&lt;br /&gt;Correndo a todo vapor&lt;br /&gt;E amando com todo ódio&lt;br /&gt;Se odeiam com todo amor&lt;br /&gt;São oito milhões de habitantes&lt;br /&gt;Aglomerada solidão&lt;br /&gt;Por mil chaminés e carros&lt;br /&gt;Gaseados a prestação&lt;br /&gt;Porém com todo defeito&lt;br /&gt;Te carrego no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São São Paulo quanta dor&lt;br /&gt;São São Paulo meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvai-nos por caridade&lt;br /&gt;Pecadoras invadiram&lt;br /&gt;Todo o centro da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Armadas de ruge e batom&lt;br /&gt;Dando vivas ao bom humor&lt;br /&gt;Num atentado contra o pudor&lt;br /&gt;A família protegida&lt;br /&gt;O palavrão reprimido&lt;br /&gt;Um pregador que condena&lt;br /&gt;Um festival por quinzena&lt;br /&gt;porém com todo defeito&lt;br /&gt;Te carrego no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São São Paulo quanta dor&lt;br /&gt;São São Paulo meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santo Antonio foi demitido&lt;br /&gt;E os ministros de Cupido&lt;br /&gt;Armados da eletrônica&lt;br /&gt;Casam pela tevê&lt;br /&gt;Crescem flores de concreto&lt;br /&gt;Céu aberto ninguém vê&lt;br /&gt;Em Brasília é veraneio&lt;br /&gt;No Rio é banho de mar&lt;br /&gt;O país todo de férias&lt;br /&gt;E aqui é só trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;Porém com todo defeito&lt;br /&gt;Te carrego no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São São Paulo quanta dor&lt;br /&gt;São São Paulo meu amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113819773388746706?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113819773388746706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113819773388746706' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113819773388746706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113819773388746706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/01/niver-de-sampa.html' title='niver de Sampa'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113763942488427962</id><published>2006-01-18T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:57:04.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quinta-feira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/avi%3F%3Fo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/400/avi%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha cabeça está a milhão&lt;br /&gt;não penso em outra coisa &lt;br /&gt;estou decepcionada&lt;br /&gt;tudo está queimando&lt;br /&gt;e eu não posso fazer nada&lt;br /&gt;odeio esperar&lt;br /&gt;depender de outras pessoas&lt;br /&gt;não sei o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;tenho vontade de gritar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walk Away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swapped my innocence for pride&lt;br /&gt;Crushed the end within my stride&lt;br /&gt;Said 'I'm strong now I know that I'm a leaver"&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of you walking away, you walking away&lt;br /&gt;Mascara bleeds a blackened tear&lt;br /&gt;And I am cold, Yes I'm cold, But not as cold as you are&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of you walking away, you walking away&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of you walking away, walking away hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk away?(x3)&lt;br /&gt;No buildings will fall down&lt;br /&gt;Won't you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;No quake will split the ground&lt;br /&gt;Won't you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;The sun won't swallow the sky&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;Statues will not cry&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk away?(x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot turn to see those eyes&lt;br /&gt;As apologies may rise&lt;br /&gt;I must be strong and stay an unbeliever&lt;br /&gt;And love the sound of you walking away, you walking away&lt;br /&gt;Mascara bleeds into my eye&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not cold, I am old, At least as old as you are&lt;br /&gt;(La la la...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you walk away(x3)&lt;br /&gt;My headstone crumbles down&lt;br /&gt;As you walk away&lt;br /&gt;The Hollywood wind's a howl&lt;br /&gt;As you walk away&lt;br /&gt;The Kremlin's falling&lt;br /&gt;As you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Radio 4 is static&lt;br /&gt;As you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stab of stiletto&lt;br /&gt;On a silent night&lt;br /&gt;Stalin smiles&lt;br /&gt;Hitler laughs&lt;br /&gt;Churchill claps&lt;br /&gt;Mao Tse-Tung&lt;br /&gt;On the back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113763942488427962?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113763942488427962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113763942488427962' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113763942488427962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113763942488427962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/01/quinta-feira.html' title='quinta-feira'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113738245295769559</id><published>2006-01-15T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T19:34:12.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>U2 + Franz Ferdinand = tati 100 rin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/vertigo-promo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/400/vertigo-promo.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que o U2 deveria estipular o preço de seus ingressos de acordo com a situação econômica de cada país. &lt;br /&gt;De que adianta todo aquele discurso do Bono em seus shows, na ONU, se na prática ele age da mesma forma que os países do G-7, de forma capitalísta visando apenas o lucro. O U2 não precisa de grana. &lt;br /&gt;Fico triste que muitas pessoas que foram comigo em 98 não vão poder ir novamente por conta do valor dos ingressos...&lt;br /&gt;Será que toda vez que temos a oportunidade de um show desses temos que aproveitar??&lt;br /&gt;vale a pena pagar tão caro??&lt;br /&gt;200 reais a pista é surreal em um pais que o salário mínimo é de R$300,00!!&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito brava!!! &lt;br /&gt;o pior é que vou acabar indo...&lt;br /&gt;vou ficar dura mas sei que vai ser um puta show&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Electrical Storm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea it swells like a sore head and the night it is aching&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers lie with no sheets on their bed&lt;br /&gt;And the day it is breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On rainy days we'd go swimming out&lt;br /&gt;On rainy days swimming in the sound&lt;br /&gt;On rainy days we'd go swimming out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in my mind all of the time&lt;br /&gt;I know that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;If the sky can crack there must be someway back&lt;br /&gt;For love and only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car alarm won't let you back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;You're kept awake dreaming someone elses dream&lt;br /&gt;Coffee is cold but it'll get you through&lt;br /&gt;Compromise that's nothing new to you.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see colours that have never been seen&lt;br /&gt;Let's go places no one else has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in my mind all of the time&lt;br /&gt;I know that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Well if the sky can crack there must be someway back&lt;br /&gt;To love and only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrical storm x 3&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hot as hell, honey in this room&lt;br /&gt;Sure hope the weather will break soon&lt;br /&gt;The air is heavy, heavy as a truck&lt;br /&gt;We need the rain to wash away our bad luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if the sky can crack there must be some way back&lt;br /&gt;To love and only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electrical storm x 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't cry x 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113738245295769559?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113738245295769559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113738245295769559' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113738245295769559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113738245295769559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/01/u2-franz-ferdinand-tati-100-rin.html' title='U2 + Franz Ferdinand = tati 100 rin'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113729609942998077</id><published>2006-01-14T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T19:35:05.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dica de cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/PBB1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/PBB1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu e meu companheiro de cinema pixializados&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;esse dia foi engraçado..era pra assistir um filme...acabamos vendo outro...&lt;br /&gt;primavera para Ritler...muito bom!!!&lt;br /&gt;comédia de boa qualidade!!!&lt;br /&gt;e por acaso achei um cd que procurava faz tempo, uma coletânia de vários artistas cantando músicas dos kinks&lt;br /&gt;ele apareceu na minha mão!!!&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinopse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direção: Mel Brooks&lt;br /&gt;Título Original: The Producers&lt;br /&gt;Gênero: Comédia&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de Duração: 88 minutos&lt;br /&gt;Ano de Lançamento (EUA): 1968&lt;br /&gt;Max Bialystock (Zero Mostel) é um produtor teatral em uma maré de má sorte, que namora mulheres idosas com dinheiro para conseguir financiamento para suas novas peças. Entretanto, Max realmente acredita ter descoberto uma grande jogada quando conhece Leo Bloom (Gene Wilder), um contador que ao conversar com ele expõe a tese de que um fracasso pode ser mais lucrativo que um sucesso, bastando que se venda o espetáculo para diversas pessoas e fazer de tudo para que ele seja um retumbante fracasso, com sua temporada durando apenas um dia, pois assim não existirá lucro e todo o dinheiro que foi investido irá parar no bolso daquele que vendeu os direitos da peça. Após uma certa relutância, Leo se une a Max para montarem o pior musical que a Broadway já viu: "Primavera para Hitler". &lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waterloo Sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty old river, must you keep rolling&lt;br /&gt;Flowing into the night&lt;br /&gt;People so busy, makes me feel dizzy&lt;br /&gt;Taxi light shines so bright&lt;br /&gt;But I don't need no friends&lt;br /&gt;As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset&lt;br /&gt;I am in paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I look at the world from my window&lt;br /&gt;But chilly, chilly is the evening time&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo sunset's fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry meets Julie, Waterloo Station&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday night&lt;br /&gt;But I am so lazy, don't want to wander&lt;br /&gt;I stay at home at night&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel afraid&lt;br /&gt;As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset&lt;br /&gt;I am in paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I look at the world from my window&lt;br /&gt;But chilly, chilly is the evening time&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo sunset's fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of people swarming like flies 'round Waterloounderground&lt;br /&gt;But Terry and Julie cross over the river&lt;br /&gt;Where they feel safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;And the don't need no friends&lt;br /&gt;As long as they gaze on Waterloo sunset&lt;br /&gt;They are in paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo sunset's fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113729609942998077?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113729609942998077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113729609942998077' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113729609942998077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113729609942998077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/01/dica-de-cinema.html' title='dica de cinema'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113708453346232569</id><published>2006-01-12T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T10:47:15.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confirmado!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/B000B0WODA.01.LZZZZZZZ.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/400/B000B0WODA.01.LZZZZZZZ.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;será que vai ser o meu primeiro show do ano???&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;Grandes inspirações de pós-punk e new wave dos anos 80. &lt;br /&gt;Com elementos de Joy Division, The Smiths, The Cure, Talking Heads...&lt;br /&gt;e não dá pra ficar parado!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nota:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco Ferdinando(Franz Ferdinand) foi um arquiduque, herdeiro e forte candidato ao trono do império austro-húngaro. Seu assassinato em 28 de junho de 1914 serviu de estopim para o início da Primeira Guerra Mundial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;matinee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;franz ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your white finger&lt;br /&gt;Slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer&lt;br /&gt;Relax the fraying wool, slacken ties&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not to look at you in the shoe, but the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files&lt;br /&gt;You must follow leave this academic factory&lt;br /&gt;You will find me in the matinee&lt;br /&gt;The dark of the matinee&lt;br /&gt;It's better in the matinee&lt;br /&gt;The dark of the matinee is mine&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time every journey to bump into you, accidentally&lt;br /&gt;I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate&lt;br /&gt;All the girls I hate&lt;br /&gt;All the words I hate&lt;br /&gt;All clothes I hate&lt;br /&gt;How I'll never be anything I hate&lt;br /&gt;You smile, mention something that you like&lt;br /&gt;Oh how you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files&lt;br /&gt;You must follow leave this academic factory&lt;br /&gt;You will find me in the matinee&lt;br /&gt;The dark of the matinee&lt;br /&gt;It's better in the matinee&lt;br /&gt;The dark of the matinee is mine&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on BBC2 now, telling Terry Wogan how I made it and&lt;br /&gt;What I made is unclear now, but his deference is and his laughter is&lt;br /&gt;My words and smile are so easy now&lt;br /&gt;Yes, It's easy now&lt;br /&gt;Yes, It's easy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files&lt;br /&gt;You must follow leave this academic factory&lt;br /&gt;You will find me in the matinee&lt;br /&gt;The dark of the matinee&lt;br /&gt;It's better in the matinee&lt;br /&gt;The dark of the matinee&lt;br /&gt;You'll find me and follow me through corridors, refectories and files&lt;br /&gt;You must follow leave this academic factory&lt;br /&gt;You will find me in the matinee&lt;br /&gt;The dark of the matinee&lt;br /&gt;It's better in the matinee&lt;br /&gt;The dark of the matinee is mine&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113708453346232569?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113708453346232569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113708453346232569' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113708453346232569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113708453346232569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/01/confirmado.html' title='confirmado!!'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113698877360141947</id><published>2006-01-11T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T07:52:16.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/sem%20rosto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/sem%20rosto.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por nada&lt;br /&gt;ela grita &lt;br /&gt;eu fujo&lt;br /&gt;ela continua gritando&lt;br /&gt;até quando vou suportar isso??&lt;br /&gt;eu grito&lt;br /&gt;ela chora&lt;br /&gt;eu me culpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, you had me, but I never had you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you, you didn't want me&lt;br /&gt;So I, I just got to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Father, you left me, but I never left you&lt;br /&gt;I needed you, you didn't need me&lt;br /&gt;So I, I just got to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children, don't do what I have done&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't walk and I tried to run&lt;br /&gt;So I, I just got to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama don't go&lt;br /&gt;Daddy come home&lt;br /&gt;(repeat 9 more times)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113698877360141947?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113698877360141947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113698877360141947' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113698877360141947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113698877360141947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113637227890174362</id><published>2006-01-04T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T02:57:58.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chuva chuvisco chuvarada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/chuva2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/400/chuva2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais um dia daqueles!&lt;br /&gt;eu nunca tive medo da chuva&lt;br /&gt;mas hj fiquei esperando ela passar&lt;br /&gt;e tantas coisas me esperando em casa&lt;br /&gt;e isso me fez pensar...&lt;br /&gt;pensei em tanta coisa e decidi ir andando &lt;br /&gt;com a chuva gelada caindo em cima de mim&lt;br /&gt;lavando minha alma, limpando meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;passei por ruas escuras e sombrias &lt;br /&gt;confesso que fiquei com medo&lt;br /&gt;onde estará meu guarda-chuva??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may this be love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jimi hendrix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterfall, nothing can harm me at all,&lt;br /&gt;my worries seem so very small&lt;br /&gt;with my waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see my rainbow calling me&lt;br /&gt;through the misty breeze&lt;br /&gt;of my waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say day-dreaming's&lt;br /&gt;for the lazy minded fools&lt;br /&gt;with nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let them laugh, laugh at me,&lt;br /&gt;so just as long as I have you&lt;br /&gt;to see me through,&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to lose 'long as I have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterfall, don't ever choose your ways.&lt;br /&gt;Come with me for a million days,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my waterfall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113637227890174362?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113637227890174362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113637227890174362' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113637227890174362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113637227890174362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/01/chuva-chuvisco-chuvarada.html' title='chuva chuvisco chuvarada'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113625982309085260</id><published>2006-01-02T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T03:34:37.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vc terá muita sorte (voz de cigana)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/trevo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/trevo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ano novo começou meio nublado e frio...&lt;br /&gt;mas eu estava lá com meus amigos&lt;br /&gt;não sei explicar mas nunca estive tão otimista&lt;br /&gt;eu sinto que minha sorte poderá mudar&lt;br /&gt;esta vai ser minha última semana nesse emprego&lt;br /&gt;e isso é muito bom!&lt;br /&gt;logo estarei livre do maldito excel e de todas aquelas contas, números e calculadoras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I feel my luck could change::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do You Want To?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up tonight I said I'm&lt;br /&gt;Going to make somebody love me&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make somebody love me&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that it's you&lt;br /&gt;You're lucky, lucky, you're so lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well do you&lt;br /&gt;Do you&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to&lt;br /&gt;Want to go where I never let you before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well do you&lt;br /&gt;Do you&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to&lt;br /&gt;Want a go of what I'd never let you before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he's a friend and he's so proud of you&lt;br /&gt;He's a friend and I knew him before you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he's a friend and we're so proud of you&lt;br /&gt;He's a friend and I blew him before you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the Transmission party&lt;br /&gt;I love your friends, they're all so arty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113625982309085260?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113625982309085260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113625982309085260' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113625982309085260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113625982309085260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2006/01/vc-ter-muita-sorte-voz-de-cigana.html' title='vc terá muita sorte (voz de cigana)'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113597219054787936</id><published>2005-12-30T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:54:24.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guardando o calendário...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/bigMafalda.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/bigMafalda.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desenho by quino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu estou repassando meu diário virtual&lt;br /&gt;e apesar das coisas ruins desse ano louco de 2005&lt;br /&gt;eu tive momentos legais...&lt;br /&gt;mas hj me falta inspiração pra fazer uma retrospectiva&lt;br /&gt;mas sei que apesar de tudo também foi um ano bom...&lt;br /&gt;até 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mind games&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're playing those mind games together&lt;br /&gt;Pushing the barriers, planting seeds&lt;br /&gt;Playing the mind guerrilla&lt;br /&gt;Chanting the mantra, peace on earth&lt;br /&gt;We all been playing those mind games forever&lt;br /&gt;Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil&lt;br /&gt;Doing the mind guerrilla&lt;br /&gt;Some call it magic, the search for the grail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer and you know that for sure&lt;br /&gt;Love is a flower, you got to let it, you got to let it grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep on playing those mind games together&lt;br /&gt;Faith in the future, outta the now&lt;br /&gt;You just can't beat on those mind guerrillas&lt;br /&gt;Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we're playing those mind games forever&lt;br /&gt;Projecting our images in space and in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes is the answer and you know that for sure&lt;br /&gt;Yes is surrender, you got to let it, you got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep on playing those mind games together&lt;br /&gt;Doing the ritual dance in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Millions of mind guerrillas&lt;br /&gt;Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel&lt;br /&gt;Keep on playing those mind games forever&lt;br /&gt;Raising the spirit of peace and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;(I want you to make love, not war, I know you've heard itbefore)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113597219054787936?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113597219054787936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113597219054787936' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113597219054787936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113597219054787936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/12/guardando-o-calendrio.html' title='guardando o calendário...'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113569349590398821</id><published>2005-12-27T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T07:35:48.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fantasmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/preto%20e%20branco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/preto%20e%20branco.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto by garotinha rosa e efeito meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas passam pela nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;E depois desaparecem como fumaça&lt;br /&gt;E de repente surgem do nada desejando boas festas...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinceramente não me importo mais&lt;br /&gt;E me sinto bem por isso&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, me sinto muito bem por isso!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Gonna Miss Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th Floor Elevators&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh!&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna wake up one morning as the sun greets the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna wake up one morning as the sun greets the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna look around in your mind, girl, you're gonna findthat&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't realize,&lt;br /&gt;You didn't realize,&lt;br /&gt;You didn't realize,&lt;br /&gt;You didn't realize,&lt;br /&gt;You didn't realize.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! you're gonna miss me, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! you're gonna miss me, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! you're gonna miss me, child, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I gave you the warning,&lt;br /&gt;But you never heeded it.&lt;br /&gt;How can you say you miss my lovin,&lt;br /&gt;When you never needed it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Yeah! Ow!&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna wake up wonderin',&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself all alone,&lt;br /&gt;But what's gonna stop me, baby?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not comin' home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not comin' home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not comin' home.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113569349590398821?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113569349590398821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113569349590398821' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113569349590398821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113569349590398821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/12/fantasmas.html' title='fantasmas'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113537226853198736</id><published>2005-12-23T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T13:18:28.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so this is ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/snoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/snoop.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sino da minha aldeia,&lt;br /&gt;Dolente na tarde calma,&lt;br /&gt;Cada tua badalada&lt;br /&gt;Soa dentro de minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é tão lento o teu soar,&lt;br /&gt;Tão como triste da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Que já a primeira pancada&lt;br /&gt;Tem o som de repetida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que me tanjas perto&lt;br /&gt;Quando passo, sempre errante,&lt;br /&gt;És para mim como um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Soas-me na alma distante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada pancada tua,&lt;br /&gt;Vibrante no céu aberto,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto mais longe o passado,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a saudade mais perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Fernando Pessoa ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So This is Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And what have you done?&lt;br /&gt;Another year over&lt;br /&gt;And you won’t just become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this is Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have fun&lt;br /&gt;The near and the dim ones&lt;br /&gt;The old and the young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this is Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And what have you done?&lt;br /&gt;Another year over&lt;br /&gt;And you won’t just become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this is Christmas&lt;br /&gt;For weak and for strong&lt;br /&gt;For rich and for poor&lt;br /&gt;The world is so now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113537226853198736?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113537226853198736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113537226853198736' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113537226853198736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113537226853198736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-this-is.html' title='so this is ...'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112808906969787175</id><published>2005-12-20T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T03:35:27.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boa semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/maobanco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/maobanco.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pular da cama logo cedo quando vc escuta o alarme do relógio.&lt;br /&gt;Vc pode aproveitar esses cinco minutos que vão passando para dizer a si mesmo:&lt;br /&gt;“todos os dias em todos os lugares estou aprendendo melhor e melhor”&lt;br /&gt;Talvez esta seja uma boa idéia para começar um novo dia com bastante bom humor!!&lt;br /&gt;(peguei do Ok Computer!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estou cansada&lt;br /&gt;só quero que esse ano acabe logo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os Pássaros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aflito e só&lt;br /&gt;Confuso sem você por aqui&lt;br /&gt;Assim eu sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso eu não quis&lt;br /&gt;Que diferença o dia se fez&lt;br /&gt;Assim&lt;br /&gt;Um conflito um nó&lt;br /&gt;Eu difuso enfim&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros vem&lt;br /&gt;Me levar aí&lt;br /&gt;Visitar o céu&lt;br /&gt;E pra ver você levantando o véu&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas eles só me vem&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu já não sei&lt;br /&gt;Se eu estou são&lt;br /&gt;O que é um sonho ruim?&lt;br /&gt;E o que é um sonho bom?&lt;br /&gt;Que diferença a vida é igual..&lt;br /&gt;É assim eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Se isso é você&lt;br /&gt;Que bate aí&lt;br /&gt;Se é pra eu te ver então deixa eu dormir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112808906969787175?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112808906969787175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112808906969787175' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112808906969787175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112808906969787175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/12/boa-semana.html' title='boa semana'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113435466986734119</id><published>2005-12-11T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T18:31:09.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>por esse ano é só...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/Cordel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/Cordel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esse (por enquanto) foi o meu último show de 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarde de garoa fina&lt;br /&gt;numa praça desconhecida&lt;br /&gt;bem longe de casa&lt;br /&gt;a banda q abriu era horrivel!!!&lt;br /&gt;mas valeu a pena esperar&lt;br /&gt;o Cordel como sempre&lt;br /&gt;representa&lt;br /&gt;salve aquele moço(lirinha)&lt;br /&gt;q só pode ter o Diabo no corpo&lt;br /&gt;e lá se foram meus demônios de 2005&lt;br /&gt;que venha logo 2006&lt;br /&gt;pois minha alma está sedenta de música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempestade ( A dança do trovão)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cordel Do Fogo Encantado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o vento bate forte &lt;br /&gt;Que aspira o ar castigado &lt;br /&gt;Estremece o pulmão da seca &lt;br /&gt;Tempestade &lt;br /&gt;Tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Pai, estou nessa terra &lt;br /&gt;Querendo plantar &lt;br /&gt;Querendo colher &lt;br /&gt;Homens do ar não descem &lt;br /&gt;Mulheres do ar não descem &lt;br /&gt;Crianças do ar &lt;br /&gt;Velhos do ar &lt;br /&gt;Sempre mandam recado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(é de Relampiê é de Relampiê é de Relampiá) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A alma a água o alvo &lt;br /&gt;Pela variação instintiva &lt;br /&gt;Para não virar carvão &lt;br /&gt;Tempestade &lt;br /&gt;Tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Pai estou tão sozinho &lt;br /&gt;Querendo plantar &lt;br /&gt;Querendo comer &lt;br /&gt;Homens do ar não descem &lt;br /&gt;Mulheres do ar não descem &lt;br /&gt;Crianças do ar &lt;br /&gt;Velhos do ar &lt;br /&gt;Sempre mandam recado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(é de Relampiê é de Relampiê é de Relampiá)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse parar os elementos &lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse trazer paz ao mau tempo &lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não posso &lt;br /&gt;Não devo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero &lt;br /&gt;Tempestade &lt;br /&gt;Tempestade &lt;br /&gt;Tempestade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113435466986734119?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113435466986734119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113435466986734119' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113435466986734119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113435466986734119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/12/por-esse-ano-s.html' title='por esse ano é só...'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113401412374422697</id><published>2005-12-08T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:00:45.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 anos depois</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/222.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu nasci um ano depois&lt;br /&gt;mas cresci ouvindo suas músicas&lt;br /&gt;e sei reconhecer um grande cara&lt;br /&gt;e esse foi um grande homem&lt;br /&gt;foi um grande beatle&lt;br /&gt;ele usou sua música&lt;br /&gt;e sua imagem como protesto&lt;br /&gt;ele deu uma chance a paz&lt;br /&gt;e falar de paz &lt;br /&gt;não é só ficar peladão em cima de uma cama de hotel&lt;br /&gt;é fazer as pessoas pensarem&lt;br /&gt;se adiantou ou não&lt;br /&gt;isso é outra história&lt;br /&gt;o q importa&lt;br /&gt;é que devemos fazer a diferença&lt;br /&gt;nesse mundo doido em que vivemos&lt;br /&gt;para não nos tornarmos&lt;br /&gt;lamentadores covardes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God (tradução)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus&lt;br /&gt;Deus é um conceito&lt;br /&gt;Pelo qual medimos&lt;br /&gt;Nossa dor&lt;br /&gt;Falarei de novo&lt;br /&gt;Deus é um conceito&lt;br /&gt;Pelo qual medimos&lt;br /&gt;Nossa dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em mágica&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em I-ching&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em Bíblia&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em tarô&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em Hitler&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em Buda&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em Mantra&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em Gita&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em Ioga&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em reis&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em Elvis&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em Zimmerman&lt;br /&gt;Eu não acredito em Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Apenas acredito em mim&lt;br /&gt;Yoko e eu&lt;br /&gt;E essa é a realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sonho acabou&lt;br /&gt;O que posso dizer?&lt;br /&gt;O sonho acabou&lt;br /&gt;Ontem&lt;br /&gt;Eu era o tecedor de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora renasci&lt;br /&gt;Eu era a Morsa&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora sou John&lt;br /&gt;Então queridos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Vocês precisam continuar&lt;br /&gt;O sonho acabou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113401412374422697?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113401412374422697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113401412374422697' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113401412374422697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113401412374422697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/12/25-anos-depois.html' title='25 anos depois'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113383826090233690</id><published>2005-12-05T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T20:03:08.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock britânico dos anos 60</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/KinksSinglescollection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/KinksSinglescollection.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teve um dia q passei em uma loja &lt;br /&gt;e perguntei se tinha algum cd dos Kinks&lt;br /&gt;o cara não sabia que banda era essa!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;eu quis trabalhar no lugar dele!&lt;br /&gt;aliás eu sempre quis trabalhar em uma loja de discos&lt;br /&gt;ou numa livraria ou..em um sebo!!!&lt;br /&gt;imagina o tanto de pessoas interessantes q passam por lá&lt;br /&gt;procurando sons diferentes de países distantes&lt;br /&gt;bandas desconhecidas pra quem só assiste MTV&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas procurando superar seus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;com sons do mundo inteiro...&lt;br /&gt;bom...&lt;br /&gt;mais eu escolhi diagramar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ev'rybody's Gonna Be Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, and I know,&lt;br /&gt;And I know that ev'rybody,&lt;br /&gt;And I know that ev'rybody be happy,&lt;br /&gt;As happy as you and me.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;All the things I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;All the things I wanna say, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rybody's gonna be happy,&lt;br /&gt;Which means you and me, my love&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rybody's gonna be happy,&lt;br /&gt;Which means you and me, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, and I know,&lt;br /&gt;And when I see ya walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;Well it makes me happy to see you walkin'&lt;br /&gt;It makes my life complete&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;All the things I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;All the things I wanna say, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rybody's gonna be happy,&lt;br /&gt;Which means you and me, my love&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rybody's gonna be happy,&lt;br /&gt;Which means you and me, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, and I know,&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you and me,&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you and me be happy,&lt;br /&gt;As happy as we can be.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;All the things I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;All the things I wanna say, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rybody's gonna be happy,&lt;br /&gt;Which means you and me, my love&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rybody's gonna be happy,&lt;br /&gt;Which means you and me, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rybody's gonna be happy,&lt;br /&gt;Which means you and me, my love&lt;br /&gt;Ev'rybody's gonna be happy,&lt;br /&gt;Which means you and me, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, and I know,&lt;br /&gt;And I know, and I know,&lt;br /&gt;And I know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113383826090233690?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113383826090233690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113383826090233690' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113383826090233690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113383826090233690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/12/rock-britnico-dos-anos-60.html' title='rock britânico dos anos 60'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113363355288075594</id><published>2005-12-02T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:00:22.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Aqui é melhor que Seatlle" (voz do Eddie Vedder)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/pearl_jam_br_f_026.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/pearl_jam_br_f_026.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por um momento eu voltei a ter 14 anos quando eles tocaram I Got Shit(ou I God I did)!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;talvez a minha música favorita deles&lt;br /&gt;além de tudo teve Mudhoney!!!&lt;br /&gt;eu fui p/ Seatlle !!&lt;br /&gt;+ um puta show p/ arquivar na memória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;set List:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;Hail Hail&lt;br /&gt;Animal&lt;br /&gt;Green Disease&lt;br /&gt;Corduroy&lt;br /&gt;Given To Fly&lt;br /&gt;Even Flow &lt;br /&gt;Faithfull&lt;br /&gt;MFC&lt;br /&gt;Porch&lt;br /&gt;I Got Shit&lt;br /&gt;Once&lt;br /&gt;Glorified G&lt;br /&gt;Do The Evolution&lt;br /&gt;Better Man&lt;br /&gt;Alive&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Bis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Of The Hour  &lt;br /&gt;I Believe In Miracles&lt;br /&gt;Last Kiss&lt;br /&gt;Don’t Gimme No Lip &lt;br /&gt;Rearviewmirror&lt;br /&gt;Save You&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy &lt;br /&gt;Yellow Ledbetter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E hj tem música com direito a tradução&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I Got Shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips are shakin', my nails are bit off&lt;br /&gt;Been a month since I've heard myself talk&lt;br /&gt;All the advantage this life's got on me&lt;br /&gt;Picture a cup in the middle of the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fight back in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;Never let's me be right, oh...&lt;br /&gt;I got memories, I got shit&lt;br /&gt;So much it don't show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked the line&lt;br /&gt;When you held me in that night&lt;br /&gt;I walked the line&lt;br /&gt;When you held my hand that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An empty shell seems so easy to crack&lt;br /&gt;Got all these questions, don't know who I could even ask&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just lie alone and wait for the dream&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm not ugly and you're lookin' at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll stay in a bed&lt;br /&gt;Water blue,I've seen it..&lt;br /&gt;If just once, I could feel loved&lt;br /&gt;Oh, stare back at me, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I walked the line&lt;br /&gt;When you held me in that night&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I walked the line&lt;br /&gt;When you held my hand that night&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I walked the line&lt;br /&gt;When you held me close at night&lt;br /&gt;I paid the price, never held you in real life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tradução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu comecei a merda&lt;/strong&gt; (i got shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios estão sacudindo, meus pregos foram retirados&lt;br /&gt;Tem um mês desde que eu me ouvi falar&lt;br /&gt;Todas as vantagens desta minha vida começaram em mim&lt;br /&gt;O retrato em um o copo no meio do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu luto dentro da minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a última coisa que eu tenho&lt;br /&gt;Comecei memórias, eu comecei a merda&lt;br /&gt;Então isso não mostra muito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu andei na linha&lt;br /&gt;Quando você me prendeu naquela noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu andei na linha&lt;br /&gt;Quando você prendeu minha mão naquela noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um escudo vazio parece fácil de quebrar&lt;br /&gt;Todas estas perguntas começaram,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei como eu poderia mesmo perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Então eu simplesmente mentirei sozinho e esperarei o sonho&lt;br /&gt;Onde eu não sou feio e você esta olhando para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu estarei em uma cama&lt;br /&gt;Tudo azul, eu vi o inferno&lt;br /&gt;Se apenas uma vez, eu pudesse me sentir amado&lt;br /&gt;Oh, olhar fixo para trás e mim mesmo, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu andei na linha&lt;br /&gt;Quando você me prendeu naquela noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, eu andei na linha quando você prendeu minha mão naquela noite&lt;br /&gt;Oh, eu andei na linha quando você me prendeu perto naquela noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu paguei o preço, nunca prendi você na vida real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113363355288075594?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113363355288075594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113363355288075594' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113363355288075594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113363355288075594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/12/aqui-melhor-que-seatlle-voz-do-eddie.html' title='&quot;Aqui é melhor que Seatlle&quot; (voz do Eddie Vedder)'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113346637265949697</id><published>2005-12-01T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:46:12.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grunge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/Pearl-Jam--C10111689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/Pearl-Jam--C10111689.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha adolescência&lt;br /&gt;eu posso sentir o cheiro do enroladinho da cantina&lt;br /&gt;meu primeiro disco foi o “ten” do Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;alguém me apresentou o grunge&lt;br /&gt;Stone Temple Pilots, Screaming trees, Nirvana, Soundgardem, Alice in chains...&lt;br /&gt;e todo o resto foi consequência&lt;br /&gt;fitas cassetes&lt;br /&gt;Clips na tv&lt;br /&gt;Revista bizz&lt;br /&gt;Diários &lt;br /&gt;quadrinhos&lt;br /&gt;amigos&lt;br /&gt;shows de graça&lt;br /&gt;sescs&lt;br /&gt;praça-pôr-sol&lt;br /&gt;Até agora não parou...&lt;br /&gt;Continuo na ativa&lt;br /&gt;E amanhã tem mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;Certas músicas nos fazem voltar no tempo trazendo lembranças, perfumes, sensações...&lt;br /&gt;Essa em particular me faz lembrar um bocado de coisas...&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Better Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop&lt;br /&gt;Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech&lt;br /&gt;As he opens the door, she rolls over..&lt;br /&gt;pretends to sleep as he looks her over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man.&lt;br /&gt;She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man.&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better man&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better man&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know; she tells herself..&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Memories back when she was bold and strong&lt;br /&gt;And waiting for the world to come along...&lt;br /&gt;Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone&lt;br /&gt;She lies and says she's in love with him, can't find a better man...&lt;br /&gt;She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...&lt;br /&gt;She lies and says she still loves him, can't find a better man...&lt;br /&gt;She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can't find a better man...&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better man&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better man&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved him, yeah...she don't want to leave this way&lt;br /&gt;She needs him, yeah...that's why she'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better man&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better man&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better man&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a better... man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113346637265949697?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113346637265949697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113346637265949697' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113346637265949697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113346637265949697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/12/grunge.html' title='grunge'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113315345554324858</id><published>2005-11-27T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:10:51.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o dia D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/SonicYouth02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/SonicYouth02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o dia &lt;strong&gt;d&lt;/strong&gt; música!!!&lt;br /&gt;d &lt;strong&gt;nação zumbi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d lama&lt;br /&gt;d amigos&lt;br /&gt;d fantasmas ops &lt;strong&gt;fantomas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d surpresa&lt;br /&gt;d eu posso montar uma banda&lt;br /&gt;d &lt;strong&gt;flaming lips&lt;/strong&gt;(eu serei um futuro urso rosa psicodélico)&lt;br /&gt;d alegria&lt;br /&gt;d tiras de papel&lt;br /&gt;d &lt;strong&gt;iggy pop and the stooges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d punk&lt;br /&gt;d mosh&lt;br /&gt;d &lt;strong&gt;sonic youth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d guitarras&lt;br /&gt;d viagem&lt;br /&gt;d &lt;strong&gt;nine inch nails&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d hurt&lt;br /&gt;d barulho&lt;br /&gt;d dor nas costas&lt;br /&gt;enfim um dia pra guardar na memória&lt;br /&gt;d música boa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drunken butterfly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonic youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile like a sun&lt;br /&gt;back over time&lt;br /&gt;crazy on you&lt;br /&gt;pleasure is mine&lt;br /&gt;I love you I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;I love you I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here come through it&lt;br /&gt;giving it up&lt;br /&gt;going too far&lt;br /&gt;try understand&lt;br /&gt;I love you I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;I love you I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whisper kiss me here&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what I fear&lt;br /&gt;whisper kisses up here&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what I fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on home&lt;br /&gt;just ain't fair&lt;br /&gt;name of rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;where love dies&lt;br /&gt;couldn't find a soul&lt;br /&gt;tell it like it is&lt;br /&gt;deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;drunken butterfly&lt;br /&gt;I love you I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;I love you I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;I love you I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;I love you I love you I love you&lt;br /&gt;what's your name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113315345554324858?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113315345554324858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113315345554324858' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113315345554324858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113315345554324858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-dia-d.html' title='o dia D'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113292446148917949</id><published>2005-11-25T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T05:14:21.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>passagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/mo%3F%3Fasincity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/mo%3F%3Fasincity.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desenho by Frank Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre a fantasia &lt;br /&gt;E a realidade&lt;br /&gt;Invento cores&lt;br /&gt;Entre a solidão&lt;br /&gt;E a lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Eu canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Queima meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E a dor&lt;br /&gt;Arde insuportável&lt;br /&gt;Eu choro&lt;br /&gt;Até a noite acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois eu&lt;br /&gt;Lavo o rosto,&lt;br /&gt;Tomo meu café&lt;br /&gt;E saio de bicicleta&lt;br /&gt;À procura de&lt;br /&gt;novos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poesia de Flávia Menegaz (ela escreveu oq eu possivelmente escreveria!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NYC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interpol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had seven faces&lt;br /&gt;thought i knew wich one to wear&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of spending these lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;training myself not to care&lt;br /&gt;the subway is a porno&lt;br /&gt;pavements they are a mess&lt;br /&gt;i know you've supported me for a long time&lt;br /&gt;somehow i'm not impressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but new york cares (got to be some more change in my life)&lt;br /&gt;new york cares (got to be some more change in my life)&lt;br /&gt;new york cares (got to be some more change in my life)&lt;br /&gt;new york cares (got to be some more change in my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subway she is a porno&lt;br /&gt;but the pavements they are a mess&lt;br /&gt;i know you've supported me for a long time&lt;br /&gt;somehow i'm not impress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's up to me now, turn on the bright lights&lt;br /&gt;it's up to me now, turn on the bright lights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113292446148917949?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113292446148917949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113292446148917949' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113292446148917949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113292446148917949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/11/passagem.html' title='passagem'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113159076722449718</id><published>2005-11-23T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T20:25:53.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pop+art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/pop.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parceria minha com Andy Warhol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pop arte surgiu na década de 50&lt;br /&gt;arte do consumo popular&lt;br /&gt;celebridades estampadas com serigrafia&lt;br /&gt;aqueles ídolos que pareciam vazios e impessoais&lt;br /&gt;eram transformados em produtos&lt;br /&gt;em um grande supermercado de celebridades&lt;br /&gt;objetos do cotidiano transformados em arte&lt;br /&gt;Entre nos mercados e aprecie com moderação&lt;br /&gt;não toque nas obras de arte!!&lt;br /&gt;e não use o flash tb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh! sweet nuthin'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;velvet underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a word for Jimmy Brown&lt;br /&gt;He ain't got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Not a shirt right of his back&lt;br /&gt;He ain't got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;And say a word for Ginger Brown&lt;br /&gt;Walks with his head down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Took the shoes right of his feet&lt;br /&gt;To poor boy right out in the street&lt;br /&gt;And this is what he said&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet nuthin'&lt;br /&gt;She ain't got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet nutin'&lt;br /&gt;She ain't got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Say a word for Polly May&lt;br /&gt;She can't tell the night from the day&lt;br /&gt;They threw her out in the street&lt;br /&gt;But just like a cat she landed on her feet&lt;br /&gt;And say a word for Joanna Love&lt;br /&gt;She ain't got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;'Cos everyday she falls in love&lt;br /&gt;And everynight she falls when she does&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet nuthin'&lt;br /&gt;You know she ain't got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet nutin'&lt;br /&gt;She ain't got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me hear you!&lt;br /&gt;Say a word for Jimmy Brown&lt;br /&gt;He ain't got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Not a shirt right of his back&lt;br /&gt;He ain't got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;And say a word for Ginger Brown&lt;br /&gt;Walks with his head down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Took the shoes right of his feet&lt;br /&gt;To poor boy right out in the street&lt;br /&gt;And this is what he said&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet nuthin'&lt;br /&gt;She ain't got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet nutin'&lt;br /&gt;She ain't got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;She ain't got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet nutin'&lt;br /&gt;She ain't got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;She ain't got nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;She ain't got nothing at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113159076722449718?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113159076722449718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113159076722449718' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113159076722449718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113159076722449718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/11/popart.html' title='pop+art'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113252406454121723</id><published>2005-11-20T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T14:01:04.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>música quântica ? (voz do Chico Science)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/tatim.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/tatim.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primavera dos livros&lt;br /&gt;Sorte!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez acho que vai dar certo&lt;br /&gt;Emprego&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos...dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;E a noite muito grouve, soul e funk&lt;br /&gt;Com o filho do cara...&lt;br /&gt;E mais tarde a orquestra manguefônica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nação + Mundo livre = Tati sem pernas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No palco as duas bandas tocando juntas &lt;br /&gt;sons do primeiro disco&lt;br /&gt;E foi assim até as 5:30...&lt;br /&gt;E no domingo&lt;br /&gt;Aniversário do meu velho&lt;br /&gt;Do meu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Salve  Jorge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;risoflora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nação zumbi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou um carangueijo e estou de andada&lt;br /&gt;Só por sua causa, só por você, só por você&lt;br /&gt;E quando estou contigo eu quero gostar&lt;br /&gt;E quando estou um pouco mais junto eu quero te amar&lt;br /&gt;E ai de deitar de lado como a flor que eu tinha na mão&lt;br /&gt;E esqueci na calçada só por esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Apenas porque você não sabe voltar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Oh Risoflora !&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar de andada até te achar&lt;br /&gt;Prometo meu amor vou me regenerar&lt;br /&gt;Oh Risoflora !&lt;br /&gt;Não vou dar mais bobeira dentro de um caritó&lt;br /&gt;Oh Risoflora, não me deixe só&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou um carangueijo e quer gostar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto estou um pouco mais junto eu quero te amar&lt;br /&gt;E acho que você não sabe o que é isso não&lt;br /&gt;E se sabe pelo menos você pode fingir&lt;br /&gt;E em vez de cair em tuas mãos preferia os teus braços&lt;br /&gt;E em meus braços te levarei como uma flor&lt;br /&gt;Pra minha maloca na beira do rio, meu amor !&lt;br /&gt;Oh Risoflora !&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar de andada até te achar&lt;br /&gt;Prometo meu amor vou me regenerar&lt;br /&gt;Oh Risoflora !&lt;br /&gt;Não vou dar mais bobeira dentro de um caritó&lt;br /&gt;Oh Risoflora, não me deixe só.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113252406454121723?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113252406454121723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113252406454121723' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113252406454121723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113252406454121723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/11/msica-quntica-voz-do-chico-science.html' title='música quântica ? (voz do Chico Science)'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113241222891406847</id><published>2005-11-19T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T07:07:13.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dos 3 Mal-Amados palavras de joaquim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/banco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/banco.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor comeu o meu nome,&lt;br /&gt;minha identidade,&lt;br /&gt;meu retrato. &lt;br /&gt;O amor comeu a minha certidão de idade,&lt;br /&gt;minha genealogia,&lt;br /&gt;meu endereço,&lt;br /&gt;O amor comeu meus cartões de visita,&lt;br /&gt;O amor veio e comeu todos os papéis onde eu escrevera meu nome&lt;br /&gt;O amor comeu minhas roupas,&lt;br /&gt;meus lençóis e minhas camisas.&lt;br /&gt;O amor comeu metros e metros de gravatas.&lt;br /&gt;O amor comeu a medida de meus ternos, &lt;br /&gt;O número de meus sapatos,&lt;br /&gt;O tamanho de meus chapéus,&lt;br /&gt;O amor comeu minha altura,&lt;br /&gt;meu peso, a cor de meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;e de meus cabelos.&lt;br /&gt;O amor comeu minha paz e minha guerra,&lt;br /&gt;meu dia e minha noite,&lt;br /&gt;meu inverno e meu verão.&lt;br /&gt;Comeu o meu silencio,&lt;br /&gt;minha dor de cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;MEU MEDO DA MORTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;texto de João Cabral de Melo Neto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pitch dark&lt;br /&gt;I go walking in&lt;br /&gt;Your landscape&lt;br /&gt;Broken branches&lt;br /&gt;Trip me as I speak&lt;br /&gt;Just because you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean it's there&lt;br /&gt;Just because you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean it´s there&lt;br /&gt;There's always a siren&lt;br /&gt;Singing you to shipwreck&lt;br /&gt;Steer away from these rocks&lt;br /&gt;We'd be a walking disaster&lt;br /&gt;Just because you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean it's there&lt;br /&gt;Just because you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean it's there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so Green&lt;br /&gt;&amp; lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Heaven sent you to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are accidents&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to happen&lt;br /&gt;We are accidents&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113241222891406847?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113241222891406847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113241222891406847' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113241222891406847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113241222891406847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/11/dos-3-mal-amados-palavras-de-joaquim.html' title='dos 3 Mal-Amados palavras de joaquim'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113125366676539972</id><published>2005-11-05T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T21:07:46.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tatim burtom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/noiva%20cadaver.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/noiva%20cadaver.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noiva cadáver&lt;br /&gt;Animação feita em macinha&lt;br /&gt;Conta a história de Victor e Victória&lt;br /&gt;Uma história romanticamente macabra&lt;br /&gt;Num ambiente sombrio e depressivo de Tim Burtom&lt;br /&gt;Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bishop's robes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in Bishop's robes&lt;br /&gt;Terrifies me still&lt;br /&gt;In bishop's robes&lt;br /&gt;Bastard headmaster&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going back&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going back&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going back&lt;br /&gt;Children taught to kill&lt;br /&gt;To tear themselves to bits&lt;br /&gt;On playing fields&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in bishop's robes&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going back&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going back&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113125366676539972?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113125366676539972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113125366676539972' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113125366676539972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113125366676539972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/11/tatim-burtom.html' title='tatim burtom'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113081160229450681</id><published>2005-10-31T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T19:12:43.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>arrumando a casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/tatifundo%20rec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/tatifundo%20rec.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hj eu acordei assim&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo o Lou Reed cantando que ia ser um dia perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Mas a noite passada tinha sido longa...&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria evaporar no ar&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto inútil aqui vendo novelas&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou tentando &lt;br /&gt;E sei que vai dar tudo certo&lt;br /&gt;Estou buscando muitas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Espero encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;To indo p/ Brasília matar o Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfect day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lou reed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;drink sangria in the park&lt;br /&gt;And then later when it gets dark&lt;br /&gt;we go home&lt;br /&gt;Just a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;feed animals in the zoo&lt;br /&gt;Then later a movie too&lt;br /&gt;and then home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I spent it with you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;You just keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;you just keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Just a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;problems all left alone&lt;br /&gt;Weekenders on our own&lt;br /&gt;it's such fun&lt;br /&gt;Just a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;you made me forget myself&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was someone else&lt;br /&gt;someone good&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I spent it with you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;You just keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;you just keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;You're going to reap just what you sow&lt;br /&gt;You're going to reap just what you sow&lt;br /&gt;You're going to reap just what you sow&lt;br /&gt;You're going to reap just what you sow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113081160229450681?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113081160229450681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113081160229450681' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113081160229450681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113081160229450681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/10/arrumando-casa.html' title='arrumando a casa'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113035510188496021</id><published>2005-10-26T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T12:31:41.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>salve Jorge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/jorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/jorge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se não bastasse ver apenas a Nação Zumbi&lt;br /&gt;Eles ainda cantam as músicas do Jorge...&lt;br /&gt;Los Sebosos Postizos ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia ficar naquele teatro a noite inteira&lt;br /&gt;È incrível o modo como aquele som me afeta&lt;br /&gt;Que pena que o tempo passa assim tão rápido&lt;br /&gt;Que pena (voz do Jorge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha Estrela é Do Oriente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Ben Jor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha estrela é do oriente&lt;br /&gt;Sou namorado da lua&lt;br /&gt;Sou batuqueiro&lt;br /&gt;Nasci e vivo contente comigo &lt;br /&gt;Com meus amigos e com mimha gente&lt;br /&gt;Pois enquanto existir Deus no céu&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou cantado, gente boa&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto existir Deus no céu&lt;br /&gt;Urubu não come folha&lt;br /&gt;Dim bo ró&lt;br /&gt;Dim dim nhá&lt;br /&gt;Dim dim nhá&lt;br /&gt;Dim bo ró&lt;br /&gt;Chama ê&lt;br /&gt;Chama ma má ô&lt;br /&gt;Cura re má tá cura&lt;br /&gt;Cura re rê&lt;br /&gt;Chama ê&lt;br /&gt;Chama ma má ô&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite aqueles minutos preciosos&lt;br /&gt;Que você não liga&lt;br /&gt;Fica atento, se liga, e viva a vida&lt;br /&gt;Procure um lugar calmo, aconchegante, limpo e perfumado&lt;br /&gt;Passe bem&lt;br /&gt;Seja feliz&lt;br /&gt;E muito obrigado&lt;br /&gt;Chama ê&lt;br /&gt;Chama ma má ô&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113035510188496021?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113035510188496021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113035510188496021' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113035510188496021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113035510188496021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/10/salve-jorge.html' title='salve Jorge'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-113035476470621393</id><published>2005-10-23T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T12:26:04.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tatim festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/logo%20tim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/logo%20tim.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramba&lt;br /&gt;Que show foda!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei sem ar, presa naquele mar de pessoas coloridas&lt;br /&gt;Música entrando na alma&lt;br /&gt;Muitas risadas, amigos, dor nas costas, braço dolorido&lt;br /&gt;Que noite!&lt;br /&gt;E meu All Star surrado me levou pra casa depois&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma vez com satisfação garantida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Modern Age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up On a Hill Is Where We Begin&lt;br /&gt;This Little Story a Long Time Ago&lt;br /&gt;Start to Pretend, Stop Pretending&lt;br /&gt;It Seems This Game Is Simply Never Ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in the Sun Sun Having Fun&lt;br /&gt;It's in My Blood&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can't Help It&lt;br /&gt;Don't Want You Here Right Now&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Go, Oh, Let Me G-g-g-g-g-g-go&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Just in Time&lt;br /&gt;Staying For a While&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the Ocean&lt;br /&gt;Trying to Catch Her Eye&lt;br /&gt;Work Hard and Say It's Easy&lt;br /&gt;Do It Just to Please Me&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Will Be Different&lt;br /&gt;So This Is Why I'm Leaving&lt;br /&gt;Our Fears Are Different Here&lt;br /&gt;We Train in Ava&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You Hadn't Stayed&lt;br /&gt;My Vision's Clearer Now,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm Unafraid&lt;br /&gt;Flying Overseas, no Time to Feel the Breeze&lt;br /&gt;I Took Too Many Varieties&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in the Sun Sunhaving Fun&lt;br /&gt;It's in My Blood&lt;br /&gt;I Just Can't Help It&lt;br /&gt;Don't Want You Here Right Now&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Go, Woooooo, Darling Let Me G-g-g-g-g-g-go&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Just in Time&lt;br /&gt;Staying For a While&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the Ocean&lt;br /&gt;Trying to Catch Her Eye&lt;br /&gt;Work Hard and Say It's Easy&lt;br /&gt;Do It Just to Please Me&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Will Be Different&lt;br /&gt;So This Is Why I'm Leaving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-113035476470621393?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/113035476470621393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=113035476470621393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113035476470621393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/113035476470621393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/10/tatim-festival.html' title='tatim festival'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112977507684238721</id><published>2005-10-19T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T19:27:22.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abrasado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/fiat%20lux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/fiat%20lux.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou um cartaz virtual ambulante&lt;br /&gt;Não posso escrever tudo que penso&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim existe uma censura&lt;br /&gt;E esta me bate de frente &lt;br /&gt;Meus textos são revisados por analistas&lt;br /&gt;Eu deixo escapar algumas pistas&lt;br /&gt;Em forma de música&lt;br /&gt;Em algumas palavras soltas&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria estar dentro de uma caixa de fósforos&lt;br /&gt;Da Fiat lux&lt;br /&gt;Vc poderia me riscar até eu virar fogo&lt;br /&gt;Ou me sacudir até que eu vire música&lt;br /&gt;Batuque, barulho, samba&lt;br /&gt;Acho que Deus perdeu de vista a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Eu aceno pra ele de volta&lt;br /&gt;E finjo acreditar nos santos de cera&lt;br /&gt;Tento rezar e durmo&lt;br /&gt;Pinto minha pele pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;mas continuo lá&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estou lá&lt;br /&gt;Queimando como um cigarro aceso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Buring a way to me&lt;br /&gt;Eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Destroying so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;There is a fire in me,&lt;br /&gt;A fire that bur~ns!&lt;br /&gt;This fire is out of control&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna burn this city,&lt;br /&gt;Burn this city!&lt;br /&gt;This fire is out of control&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna burn this city,&lt;br /&gt;Burn this city!&lt;br /&gt;This fire is out of control,&lt;br /&gt;This fire is out of control,&lt;br /&gt;This fire is out of control.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it burns!&lt;br /&gt;Eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Borring a way through me&lt;br /&gt;Paralyzed...&lt;br /&gt;Controlling completely&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;There is a fire in me,&lt;br /&gt;A fire that bur~ns!&lt;br /&gt;This fire is out of control&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna burn this city,&lt;br /&gt;Burn this city!&lt;br /&gt;This fire is out of control&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna burn this city,&lt;br /&gt;Burn this city!&lt;br /&gt;This fire is out of control&lt;br /&gt;And I'm, I'm out of control and I burn...&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I burn for you.&lt;br /&gt;Burn...&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I burn for you.&lt;br /&gt;Burn...&lt;br /&gt;How I burn!&lt;br /&gt;How I burn!&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I...&lt;br /&gt;This fire is out of control&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna burn this city&lt;br /&gt;Burn this city&lt;br /&gt;This fire is out of control&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna burn this city&lt;br /&gt;Burn this city&lt;br /&gt;This fire is out of control&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna burn this city&lt;br /&gt;Burn this city&lt;br /&gt;This fire is out of control&lt;br /&gt;I'll burn it!, I'll burn it! (I'll, I'll...) I'll burn it!I'll&lt;br /&gt;burn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112977507684238721?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112977507684238721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112977507684238721' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112977507684238721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112977507684238721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/10/abrasado.html' title='abrasado'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112960431534647750</id><published>2005-10-17T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:58:35.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interruptor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/Foto41cpia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/Foto41cpia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;está escuro ...&lt;br /&gt;apenas um fio de luz passa por entre meus dedos&lt;br /&gt;meus braços já estão cansados dessa posição que eu inventei &lt;br /&gt;minhas mãos estão atadas, &lt;br /&gt;mas não existe cordas nem correntes &lt;br /&gt;elas estão presas como máscara na minha vergonha &lt;br /&gt;talvez eu tenha medo de estender meus braços e alcançar outras mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;texto e foto publicados na primeira edição do fanzine La panela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Empty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone Temple Pilots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drivin' faster in my car&lt;br /&gt;falling farther from just what we are&lt;br /&gt;smoke a cigarette and lie some more&lt;br /&gt;these conversations kill&lt;br /&gt;falling faster in my car&lt;br /&gt;time to take her home&lt;br /&gt;her dizzy head is conscience laden&lt;br /&gt;time to take a ride&lt;br /&gt;it leaves today no conversation&lt;br /&gt;time to take her home&lt;br /&gt;her dizzy head is conscience laden&lt;br /&gt;time to wait too long&lt;br /&gt;to wait too long&lt;br /&gt;these conversations kill&lt;br /&gt;to much walkin', shoes worn thin&lt;br /&gt;too much trippin' and my soul's worn thin&lt;br /&gt;time to catch a ride&lt;br /&gt;it leaves today, her name is what it means&lt;br /&gt;to much walkin', shoe's worn thin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112960431534647750?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112960431534647750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112960431534647750' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112960431534647750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112960431534647750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/10/interruptor.html' title='interruptor'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112916934938801244</id><published>2005-10-12T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T19:11:29.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dois ou um</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/scbfkltd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/scbfkltd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desenho by Frank Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contra proibição vote não!!!&lt;br /&gt;diga sim a vida!!&lt;br /&gt;eles tentam me manipular!!!&lt;br /&gt;é claro que quero dizer sim a vida&lt;br /&gt;e tb quero dizer não a proibição!!!&lt;br /&gt;esse referendo sobre a comercialização de armas e munição é uma palhaçada&lt;br /&gt;existem questões mais importantes como a educação&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas que possuem armas em sua grande maioria não possuem licença&lt;br /&gt;e pra conseguir porte de arma é a maior burocracia&lt;br /&gt;o mercado paralelo ainda é o grande canal&lt;br /&gt;proibi-las não vai resolver o problema&lt;br /&gt;mas pode ser um começo... &lt;br /&gt;e quem garante a nossa segurança??&lt;br /&gt;o governo???&lt;br /&gt;isso é uma piada!!!&lt;br /&gt;ás vezes parece que estamos em Gothan city&lt;br /&gt;o problema não está na venda de armas&lt;br /&gt;o cara ocioso, sem dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;é o cara que acaba entrando no crime por falta de oportunidade&lt;br /&gt;pra mim esse referendo é uma grande besteira&lt;br /&gt;o problema está na educação&lt;br /&gt;quem tem grana pensa que está seguro&lt;br /&gt;a pobreza o aborda em forma de assalto&lt;br /&gt;a mesma pobreza que tanto eles ignoram&lt;br /&gt;grita em forma desse som &lt;br /&gt;Pow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maracatu de Tiro Certeiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico Science e nação zumbi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tiro certeiro, é de tiro certeiro&lt;br /&gt;Como bala que já cheira a sangue&lt;br /&gt;Quando o gatinho é tão frio&lt;br /&gt;Quanto quem tá na mira - o morto!&lt;br /&gt;Eh, foi certeiro - Oh se foi &lt;br /&gt;O sol é de aço, a bala escaldante&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que é como o barro&lt;br /&gt;Que ao toque de uma se quebra&lt;br /&gt;Outros não!&lt;br /&gt;Ainda conseguem abrir os olhos&lt;br /&gt;e outro dia assistir tv&lt;br /&gt;Mas comigo é certeiro meu irmão&lt;br /&gt;Não encosta em mim que hoje eu não tô pra conversa&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos estão em brasa&lt;br /&gt;Fumaçando! Fumaçando! Fumaçando! Fumaça!&lt;br /&gt;Não saca a arma não - a arma não?&lt;br /&gt;Já ouvi calma!&lt;br /&gt;as armas já não mais atendem ao gatinho, já não mais atendem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112916934938801244?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112916934938801244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112916934938801244' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112916934938801244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112916934938801244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/10/dois-ou-um.html' title='dois ou um'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112908928489026829</id><published>2005-10-11T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:54:44.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ociosa...ansiosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/tatisonic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/tatisonic2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tentando&lt;br /&gt;ficar em casa não é fácil&lt;br /&gt;a televisão é o pior negócio&lt;br /&gt;tento pegar um livro&lt;br /&gt;mas fico reparando na má diagramação &lt;br /&gt;parece um castigo&lt;br /&gt;a música é a única salvação&lt;br /&gt;conto as moedas&lt;br /&gt;será que vou no claro q é rock???&lt;br /&gt;caramba preciso de um emprego&lt;br /&gt;puta ingresso caro&lt;br /&gt;mas vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;quando se trata de boa música&lt;br /&gt;não tem preço (voz do comercial da Mastercard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diamond Sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonic youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time takes its crazy toll&lt;br /&gt;and how does your mirror grow&lt;br /&gt;you better watch yourself when you jump into it&lt;br /&gt;'cause the mirror's gonna steal your soul&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it came to be my friend&lt;br /&gt;that someone just like you has come again&lt;br /&gt;you'll never, never know how close you came&lt;br /&gt;until you fall in love with the diamond rain&lt;br /&gt;throw all his trash away&lt;br /&gt;look out he's here to stay&lt;br /&gt;your mirror's gonna crack when he breaks into it&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never never be the same&lt;br /&gt;look into his eyes and you can see&lt;br /&gt;why all the little kids are dressed in dreams&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how he's gonna make it back&lt;br /&gt;when he sees that you just know it's make-belief&lt;br /&gt;blood crystalized as sand&lt;br /&gt;and now I hope you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;you reflected into his looking glass soul&lt;br /&gt;and now the mirror is your only friend&lt;br /&gt;look into his eyes and you will see&lt;br /&gt;that men are not alone on the diamond sea&lt;br /&gt;sail into the heart of the lonely storm&lt;br /&gt;and tell her that you'll love her eternally&lt;br /&gt;time takes its crazy toll&lt;br /&gt;mirror fallin' off the wall&lt;br /&gt;you better look out for the looking glass girl&lt;br /&gt;'cause she's gonna take you for a fall&lt;br /&gt;look into his eyes and you shall see&lt;br /&gt;why everything is quiet and nothing's free&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how he's gonna make her smile&lt;br /&gt;when love is running wild on the diamond sea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112908928489026829?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112908928489026829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112908928489026829' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112908928489026829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112908928489026829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/10/ociosaansiosa.html' title='ociosa...ansiosa'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112900252645350086</id><published>2005-10-10T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:51:23.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>espelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/amnesiac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/amnesiac.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vc para em frente ao espelho e seu reflexo te aponta o dedo na cara&lt;br /&gt;e te diz que vc é uma farsa...&lt;br /&gt;vc lava o seu rosto, mas sua imagem continua lá te reprovando&lt;br /&gt;vc quebra mais um espelho&lt;br /&gt;em suas mãos ficam as marcas&lt;br /&gt;vc sente vergonha...&lt;br /&gt;mas lava suas mãos na água fria&lt;br /&gt;vc põe uma nova máscara&lt;br /&gt;agora vc é outra pessoa&lt;br /&gt;vc é o seu reflexo trincado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Got Id&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips are shakin', my nails are bit off&lt;br /&gt;Been a month since I've heard myself talk&lt;br /&gt;All the advantage this life's got on me&lt;br /&gt;Picture a cup in the middle of the sea&lt;br /&gt;And I fight back in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;Never let's me be right, oh...&lt;br /&gt;I got memories, I got shit&lt;br /&gt;So much it don't show...&lt;br /&gt;I walked the line&lt;br /&gt;When you held me in that night&lt;br /&gt;I walked the line&lt;br /&gt;When you held my hand that night...&lt;br /&gt;An empty shell seems so easy to crack&lt;br /&gt;Got all these questions, don't know who I could even ask&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just lie alone and wait for the dream&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm not ugly and you're lookin' at me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll stay in a bed&lt;br /&gt;Water blue,I've seen it..&lt;br /&gt;If just once, I could feel loved&lt;br /&gt;Oh, stare back at me, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;But I walked the line&lt;br /&gt;When you held me in that night&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I walked the line&lt;br /&gt;When you held my hand that night&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I walked the line&lt;br /&gt;When you held me close at night&lt;br /&gt;I paid the price, never held you in real life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112900252645350086?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112900252645350086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112900252645350086' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112900252645350086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112900252645350086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/10/espelho.html' title='espelho'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112891859466287369</id><published>2005-10-09T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:29:54.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/baloes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/baloes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hj é aniversário de uma grande amiga!!&lt;br /&gt;queria poder dar de presente pra ela toda a sorte deste mundo!!&lt;br /&gt;muitas vibrações e coisas boas&lt;br /&gt;mas essas coisas nós que conquistamos !!!&lt;br /&gt;e ela sabe que pode contar comigo&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que tdo vai dar certo&lt;br /&gt;só o tempo vai mostrar que a vida é mesmo uma grande passagem!!&lt;br /&gt;e que temos que nos conformar com os imprevistos da vida&lt;br /&gt;Deus vai te protejer menina vc não está sozinha!!!&lt;br /&gt;e estou muito orgulhosa de vc!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vc é mais forte do q parece!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stand By Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night has come&lt;br /&gt;And the land is dark&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is the only light we'll see&lt;br /&gt;No i won't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;No i won't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you stand, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;So darling, darling stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, stand by me, oh, stand&lt;br /&gt;Stand by me, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;If the sky that we look upon&lt;br /&gt;Should tumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;Or the mountains should crumble to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry, i won't cry&lt;br /&gt;No i won't shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you stand, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're in trouble&lt;br /&gt;Won't you stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now, now, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112891859466287369?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112891859466287369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112891859466287369' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112891859466287369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112891859466287369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/10/dia-10.html' title='dia 10'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112883889449812221</id><published>2005-10-08T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T23:21:34.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xô passarinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/carcar%3F%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/carcar%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele me olha de cima&lt;br /&gt;bicho estranho do serrado&lt;br /&gt;seu lugar não é aqui&lt;br /&gt;e ele insiste&lt;br /&gt;em pousar na minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;pode ser que a dor seja um caminho&lt;br /&gt;pra se aprender alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;e as coisas nunca foram fáceis mesmo&lt;br /&gt;o doce é só doce por causa do amargo&lt;br /&gt;sempre vai existir essa polaridade&lt;br /&gt;mas eu vou caça-lo!&lt;br /&gt;quero ele vivo ou morto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blackbird (tradução)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pássaro preto cantando no fim da noite&lt;br /&gt;Pegue estas asas quebradas e aprenda a voar&lt;br /&gt;Toda a sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Você estava só esperando por esse momento para levantar vôo&lt;br /&gt;Pássaro preto cantando no fim da noite&lt;br /&gt;Pegue esses olhos cegos e aprenda a ver&lt;br /&gt;Toda a sua vida &lt;br /&gt;Você só estava esperando por esse momento para ser livre&lt;br /&gt;Pássaro preto voe , passáro preto voe&lt;br /&gt;Na luz da escura e negra noite&lt;br /&gt;Pássaro preto voe , passáro preto voe&lt;br /&gt;Na luz da escura e negra noite&lt;br /&gt;Pássaro preto cantando no fim da noite&lt;br /&gt;Pegue estas asas quebradas e aprenda a voar&lt;br /&gt;Toda a sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Você só estava esperando por esse momento para levantar vôo&lt;br /&gt;Você só estava esperando por esse momento para levantar vôo&lt;br /&gt;Você só estava esperando por esse momento para levantar vôo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112883889449812221?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112883889449812221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112883889449812221' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112883889449812221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112883889449812221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/10/x-passarinho.html' title='xô passarinho'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112883580553698619</id><published>2005-10-08T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T22:31:37.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deus salve os beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/beatlescorers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/beatlescorers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa eu herdei da minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;E acho que foi o amor ao John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dos Beatles e ouço no mínimo um disco por dia&lt;br /&gt;É a única coisa boa que faço no meu quarto...&lt;br /&gt;Amo meus discos de vinil&lt;br /&gt;Fecho meus olhos (novidade)&lt;br /&gt;E escuto música de todas as formas possíveis que se pode escutar&lt;br /&gt;Ela entra em mim como vírus e me deixa doente&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o q seria de mim sem música&lt;br /&gt;Mas só sei ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Não sei tocar&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso sentir suas ondas no ar&lt;br /&gt;Amo música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disco Revolver/The Beatles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossível escolher uma faixa! (pelo menos hoje)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112883580553698619?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112883580553698619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112883580553698619' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112883580553698619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112883580553698619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/10/deus-salve-os-beatles.html' title='deus salve os beatles'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112836629495545898</id><published>2005-10-03T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T12:31:25.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/tati%20vpeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/tati%20vpeb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho a impressão que não sou deste lugar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me velha e não acho graça em certas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Eu devo estar longe do meu tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo os beatles!&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de mobília escura&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sou conservadora isso nunca&lt;br /&gt;Odeio repressão &lt;br /&gt;e quero bater no meu pai quando ele fala&lt;br /&gt;que aqueles tempos eram bons&lt;br /&gt;Agora vejo uma geração toda jogando playstation&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém se importa&lt;br /&gt;O mundo desabando a nossa volta&lt;br /&gt;E eu me preocupando em comprar ingressos p/ o próximo show&lt;br /&gt;Amo música&lt;br /&gt;A música é mais importante pra mim do que aquela roupa na vitrine&lt;br /&gt;Mas não devia ser mais importante do q aquele menino&lt;br /&gt;sozinho na rua&lt;br /&gt;Isso me faz pensar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda não muda minha postura...Será que sou igual a eles?&lt;br /&gt;Que merda! Eu tento não ser&lt;br /&gt;Não posso ser&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho consciência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tati_lucky(eu acho q nem preciso assinar meus textos...qdo não for meu eu coloco os devidos créditos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decades&lt;br /&gt;Joy Division&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estão os jovens, um peso em seus ombros&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estão os jovens, bem, onde estiveram?&lt;br /&gt;Batemos nas portas das salas mais sombrias do inferno&lt;br /&gt;Levados aos limites, nos arrastamos para dentro&lt;br /&gt;Observávamos nas coxias enquanto as cenas se repetiam&lt;br /&gt;Nos vimos agora como nunca tínhamos visto&lt;br /&gt;Retrato dos traumas e degeneração&lt;br /&gt;As mágoas que sofremos e nunca fomos libertados &lt;br /&gt;Onde estiveram, onde estiveram?&lt;br /&gt;Cansados por dentro, agora nossos corações perdidos para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos nos recompor do medo e da ânsia da perseguição&lt;br /&gt;Estes rituais mostraram a porta para nossas caminhadas sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;Aberta e fechada, e então batida na nossa cara&lt;br /&gt;Onde estiveram, onde estiveram?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112836629495545898?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112836629495545898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112836629495545898' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112836629495545898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112836629495545898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/10/tempo.html' title='tempo'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112821809136191735</id><published>2005-10-01T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T18:57:58.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexta-feira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/city1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/city1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         foto by Hero Zero e efeito meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Último dia&lt;br /&gt;que estranho ir pra casa&lt;br /&gt;passar pelo mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;mas reparando em tudo&lt;br /&gt;como se eu quisesse guarda-lo na memória&lt;br /&gt;o cenário todo&lt;br /&gt;os prédios, os carros&lt;br /&gt;o viaduto&lt;br /&gt;e o metrô...&lt;br /&gt;eu adoro o metrô&lt;br /&gt;milhares de pessoas&lt;br /&gt;passam todos os dias por ali&lt;br /&gt;rostos estranhos&lt;br /&gt;alguns já sentaram do meu lado&lt;br /&gt;mas eu não os reconheço&lt;br /&gt;fim da linha verde&lt;br /&gt;vou pra linha azul&lt;br /&gt;depois para linha vermelha&lt;br /&gt;encontro uns amigos&lt;br /&gt;preciso abstrair&lt;br /&gt;tomo umas cervejas&lt;br /&gt;adoro a sensação das coisas saírem do lugar&lt;br /&gt;sem se mover&lt;br /&gt;tudo fica lento e eu nem preciso mais pensar&lt;br /&gt;mas sei que minha rotina &lt;br /&gt;agora vai ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Century Of Fakers&lt;br /&gt;Belle And Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people going hungry every day&lt;br /&gt;They've got nothing on their plates&lt;br /&gt;And you're filling your fat face with every different kind ofcake&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever go lardy, or go lame&lt;br /&gt;I will drop you straight away&lt;br /&gt;That's the price you have to pay&lt;br /&gt;For every stupid thing you say&lt;br /&gt;There are people going lonely, and they'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Lonely fay into the year&lt;br /&gt;Because you're making blinkers fashionable&lt;br /&gt;And fashionably you'll say&lt;br /&gt;"All is equal in love and war" and&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, but I've got some things to do"&lt;br /&gt;And you pretend to read a book you'll never finish till the day&lt;br /&gt;That the author dedicates it&lt;br /&gt;To A Century Of Fakers&lt;br /&gt;They took your mould and they burned it on the fire in historytoday&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the author dedicates it&lt;br /&gt;To A Century Of Fakers&lt;br /&gt;He was an anarchist, he tried his best but it wasn't goodenough&lt;br /&gt;Did I say I would see you soon?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sorry, but i just came off my bike&lt;br /&gt;And my face is scarred&lt;br /&gt;And chance has barred me seeing you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I was over the other side of the city&lt;br /&gt;And if the truth be known I'd say&lt;br /&gt;That you look great from there before you shaved your golden hairtoday&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's trying to make us&lt;br /&gt;Another century of fakers&lt;br /&gt;They took you mould and burned it on the fire of history today&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's trying to make us&lt;br /&gt;Another cool decade of fakers&lt;br /&gt;Another century of fakers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112821809136191735?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112821809136191735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112821809136191735' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112821809136191735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112821809136191735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/10/sexta-feira.html' title='Sexta-feira'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112808883968508156</id><published>2005-09-30T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T12:23:27.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mutante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/Lampiao1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/Lampiao1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parei com essa condição&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais me lamentar&lt;br /&gt;Então quero mudar&lt;br /&gt;Vou me aliar em algum partido sei lá&lt;br /&gt;Preciso fazer alguma coisa rápido!!!&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era criança pensava que um certo dia eu iria me tornar uma heroína&lt;br /&gt;Em algum momento meus poderes iriam aparecer&lt;br /&gt;Como num acidente de carro &lt;br /&gt;Eu ia saber a hora certa&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo passou e me tornei uma mulher invisível&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser útil e vou tentar ser&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas uma gota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Justiciero&lt;br /&gt;Mutantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time when the hot sun faded behind the mountains&lt;br /&gt;The shadow of a strong man, with a gun in his hand, raised toprotect the poor people of the haciendas&lt;br /&gt;They called him: "El Justiciero"!&lt;br /&gt;He! El Justiciero buenos dias&lt;br /&gt;Que tienes a decir&lt;br /&gt;El Justiciero yo soy pobre&lt;br /&gt;Que tienes a me dar&lt;br /&gt;"Tiengo chocolate quiente&lt;br /&gt;Tequila, paga lo que deves"&lt;br /&gt;El Justiciero, cha, cha, cha&lt;br /&gt;Que otra cosa puedo dar&lt;br /&gt;El Justiciero, yo tengo treinta hijos con hombre&lt;br /&gt;La guerra, la guerra me ay strupatto tanto bene&lt;br /&gt;Socuerro, El Justiciero, ajuda-me por favor!&lt;br /&gt;He! El Justiciero buenos dias&lt;br /&gt;Que tienes a decir&lt;br /&gt;El Justiciero yo soy pobre&lt;br /&gt;Que tienes a me dar&lt;br /&gt;"Besa me mucho Juanita Banana&lt;br /&gt;Cuando calienta el sol"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112808883968508156?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112808883968508156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112808883968508156' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112808883968508156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112808883968508156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/09/mutante.html' title='mutante'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112808860565559194</id><published>2005-09-30T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T11:35:04.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>milagre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/flor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles acontecem todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;Nas pequenas coisas,&lt;br /&gt;No sol que insiste em nascer&lt;br /&gt;No acaso...&lt;br /&gt;Onde menos se espera, em um sorriso de um estranho na rua&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que puxa conversa no metrô enquanto vc volta pra casa&lt;br /&gt;Quando não se tem mais esperança e a sorte pode mudar&lt;br /&gt;Num instante...&lt;br /&gt;Em um telefona&lt;br /&gt;Quando se perde aquele ônibus que te faz atrasar no trabalho&lt;br /&gt;O bom dia de um estranho&lt;br /&gt;Um favor a um amigo&lt;br /&gt;O olhar de compaixão daquele que sabe que vc quer explodir&lt;br /&gt;Paciência...&lt;br /&gt;Vc nunca pega os panfletos na rua&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia vc aceita aquele papel que te faz um convite&lt;br /&gt;Uma chance de fazer alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Repare nos passarinhos que visitam a sua janela&lt;br /&gt;Isso pode ser um milagre&lt;br /&gt;Repare em tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Até no papel que voa com o vento&lt;br /&gt;Continue respirando &lt;br /&gt;As coisas podem mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E.M&lt;br /&gt;Everybody Hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is long&lt;br /&gt;And the night, the night is yours alone&lt;br /&gt;When you're sure you've had enough of this life&lt;br /&gt;Well hang on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;'cause everybody cries&lt;br /&gt;And everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to sing along&lt;br /&gt;When your day is night alone&lt;br /&gt;(Hold on, hold on)&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;(Hold on)&lt;br /&gt;If you think you've had too much of this life&lt;br /&gt;Well hang on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Take comfort in your friends&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your hand&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like you're alone&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, you're not alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your own in this life&lt;br /&gt;The days and nights are long&lt;br /&gt;When you think you've had too much of this life&lt;br /&gt;To hang on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, everybody cries&lt;br /&gt;And everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112808860565559194?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112808860565559194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112808860565559194' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112808860565559194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112808860565559194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/09/milagre.html' title='milagre'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112808847241787481</id><published>2005-09-30T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T11:34:00.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diagramar é</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/Nova%20imagem03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/Nova%20imagem03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;organizar textos...&lt;br /&gt;imagens&lt;br /&gt;montar, juntar&lt;br /&gt;tirar viúvas...&lt;br /&gt;hifenizar&lt;br /&gt;mancha de texto &lt;br /&gt;legibilidade&lt;br /&gt;cuidar dos parágrafos&lt;br /&gt;criar espaços&lt;br /&gt;padronizar&lt;br /&gt;palavras&lt;br /&gt;linhas&lt;br /&gt;escolher fontes&lt;br /&gt;alinhamento&lt;br /&gt;papel&lt;br /&gt;escolher cores&lt;br /&gt;tintas&lt;br /&gt;é tudo que sei fazer&lt;br /&gt;que gosto de fazer&lt;br /&gt;e que estou errando&lt;br /&gt;nada é perfeito&lt;br /&gt;mas todos os dias estou&lt;br /&gt;aprendendo melhor e melhor&lt;br /&gt;e me vencendo&lt;br /&gt;eu amo meu trabalho&lt;br /&gt;e estou com medo&lt;br /&gt;o trabalho me tira de casa&lt;br /&gt;ele distrai a minha mente&lt;br /&gt;me deixa cansada...&lt;br /&gt;mas eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;e fico feliz de ver as coisas que faço&lt;br /&gt;impressas nas livrarias, nas bancas de jornais&lt;br /&gt;publicadas...&lt;br /&gt;sendo lidas&lt;br /&gt;e agora to sem isso...&lt;br /&gt;perdi meu emprego&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tati_lucky  Assistente de pedreiro digital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concorra a um carro&lt;br /&gt;Mundo Livre S.A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta não há como escapar&lt;br /&gt;Ao mundo livre&lt;br /&gt;Entramos na disputa pra lhe capturar&lt;br /&gt;Porque o mercado vive em guerra&lt;br /&gt;Lidere ou suma, vença ou morra&lt;br /&gt;No submundo do consumo&lt;br /&gt;Não há lugar para escrúpulos&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ser um bom produto&lt;br /&gt;Pra sobreviver tem que se reciclar&lt;br /&gt;Cedo ou tarde vc vai se entregar&lt;br /&gt;Ao mundo livre&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta, não há como escapar&lt;br /&gt;Porque o mercado é uma guerra&lt;br /&gt;Lidere ou suma, vença ou morra&lt;br /&gt;Na sociedade de consumo&lt;br /&gt;A seleção é desumana&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ser um bom produto &lt;br /&gt;E a grande intenção é monopolizar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112808847241787481?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112808847241787481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112808847241787481' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112808847241787481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112808847241787481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/09/diagramar.html' title='diagramar é'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112787103986516097</id><published>2005-09-27T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T18:40:13.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carcará</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/Rua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/Rua.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho pra frente &lt;br /&gt;E tento seguir&lt;br /&gt;O caminho parece sempre o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Eu tropeço num corpo que parece ser o meu&lt;br /&gt;Continuo andando e de repente eu paro&lt;br /&gt;Volto para carregá-lo&lt;br /&gt;E levo comigo um eu que nem conheço&lt;br /&gt;Algo me acompanha do alto&lt;br /&gt;Durante minha viagem eu posso sentir sua sombra&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não estou mais sozinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Long and Winding Road &lt;br /&gt;The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A longa e sinuosa estrada &lt;br /&gt;que leva até sua porta,&lt;br /&gt;Jamais desaparecerá,&lt;br /&gt;Eu já vi esta estrada antes. &lt;br /&gt;Ela sempre me traz até aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Conduz-me até sua porta.&lt;br /&gt;Na noite selvagem e tempestuosa &lt;br /&gt;que a chuva eliminou,&lt;br /&gt;Deixou uma piscina de lágrimas &lt;br /&gt;Chorando pelo dia.&lt;br /&gt;Por que me deixar aqui sozinho?&lt;br /&gt;Mostre-me o caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes eu fiquei sozinho &lt;br /&gt;e muitas vezes eu chorei&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma você nunca saberá &lt;br /&gt;de quantas formas tentei..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112787103986516097?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112787103986516097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112787103986516097' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112787103986516097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112787103986516097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/09/carcar.html' title='carcará'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112787073867100952</id><published>2005-09-27T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T18:39:57.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>por besteira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/Tatipb011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/Tatipb011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talvez, será&lt;br /&gt;pode ser&lt;br /&gt;não vai ser&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe...&lt;br /&gt;porém não foi&lt;br /&gt;nem é&lt;br /&gt;quer saber?&lt;br /&gt;parei&lt;br /&gt;cansei, saí&lt;br /&gt;fugi, corri&lt;br /&gt;não vi&lt;br /&gt;nem quis saber&lt;br /&gt;tentar pra quê?&lt;br /&gt;se é pra ser&lt;br /&gt;vai ser&lt;br /&gt;quem vai saber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor de Muito&lt;br /&gt;Chico Science e Nação Zumbi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menina esperava seu homem chegar&lt;br /&gt;E olhava todo dia a linha do mar&lt;br /&gt;Ele só quer escutar o que ela quer dizer&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabe do desejo do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Aí ela disse:&lt;br /&gt;Vai querer?&lt;br /&gt;O menino esperava sua mulher chegar&lt;br /&gt;E andava todo dia em cima do mar&lt;br /&gt;Ela só quer escutar o que ele quer dizer&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabe do desejo do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Aí ele disse:&lt;br /&gt;Por amor, ou por besteira?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112787073867100952?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112787073867100952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112787073867100952' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112787073867100952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112787073867100952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/2005/09/por-besteira.html' title='por besteira'/><author><name>I feel my luck could change</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388141726520419117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17108413.post-112770783905483325</id><published>2005-09-25T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T07:42:27.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aponta pra fé e rema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/loshermanostratada9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/loshermanostratada9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que semana estranha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;longa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas o show foi perfeito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Excelente fuga dos meus pensamentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Embora o que eles lá cantavam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Comigo acontecia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era de mim que eles falavam? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu já não sei mais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fazia frio e eu só queria ir pra casa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fez-se Mar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Los Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fez-se mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem ar no meu penar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Demora não, demora não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vai ver, o acaso entregou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alguém pra lhe dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que qualquer dirá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parece que o amor chegou aí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu não estava lá, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas eu vi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clareira no tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cadeia das horas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu meço no vento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O passo de agora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o próximo instante, eu sei, é quase lá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peço não saber até você voltar, ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112770783905483325?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112770783905483325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Buenas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/1600/tati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4590/1641/320/tati.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;eu começo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;sem saber como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;querendo dizer tanta coisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;é tanta vontade de gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;o meu silêncio fala alto o desejo de contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;eu quero vomitar tudo que está doendo no meu estômago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;então eu começo com essa letra que é a origem do meu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm on a roll, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm on a roll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;this time I feel my luck could change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Kill me Sarah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;kill me again with love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;it's gonna be a glorious day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pull me out of the aircrash,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pull me out of the lake, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm your superhero, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;we are standing on the edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The head of state has called for me by name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but I don't have time for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's gonna be a glorious day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I feel my luck could change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pull me out of the aircrash, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pull me out of the lake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm your superhero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;we are standing on the edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;We are standing on the edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17108413-112766593420120757?l=tatilucky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatilucky.blogspot.com/feeds/112766593420120757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17108413&amp;postID=112766593420120757' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17108413/posts/default/112766593420120757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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