<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143</id><updated>2009-10-14T06:56:14.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tangerine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>maria 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style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;eu te prometo não ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;eu te prometo cuidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;eu te prometo ficar assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sem chão , sem ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;quando você em chuva , tempestade ou sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;vier e me quiser beijar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;eu te prometo sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;você promete me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;tanta promessa pra quê se o vento pode mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;e simplesmente aqui estou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;e aqui eu gostaria muito de ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;suco de tangerina eu faria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;controle da tv eu te daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;até filminho de amor assistiria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;naqueles dias te suportaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;em meus melhores dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;eu até te mereceria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;eu te prometo suar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;em cada noite servir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;o que você me pedir eu vou te dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;e ninguem nessa rua , nesse mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;vendo tanto amor vai nos perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Gramophone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-2514238607524689037?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/2514238607524689037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=2514238607524689037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/2514238607524689037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/2514238607524689037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/03/bye-bye-so-long-farewell.html' title='bye, bye... so long... farewell...'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-4694349321495732633</id><published>2007-03-09T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T11:03:18.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy with No Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/RfIwW9CTMbI/AAAAAAAAABE/jwCDqZ6yqck/s1600-h/travis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040144103880470962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/RfIwW9CTMbI/AAAAAAAAABE/jwCDqZ6yqck/s400/travis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eu ainda não sei explicar o que Travis me faz sentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas de todas as bandas e todas as músicas e todos os ritmos que eu já ouvi até hoje, é a que mais me emociona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e por mais que você (caro leitor), não conheça ou não goste ou não sinta o mesmo, eu &lt;strong&gt;preciso&lt;/strong&gt; contar que eles tão lançando o 5º CD dia 23 de abril (no Reino Unido) e que vai se chamar The Boy With No Name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a música de trabalho se chama Closer e o clip já tá pronto! ainda não está disponível no youtube (pelo menos não estava até o momento dessa postagem), mas eu já assisti porque o &lt;a href="http://www.travisonline.com"&gt;site oficial&lt;/a&gt; da banda me mandou por email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o clip se passa num supermercado e tem até participação de famosos (Ben Stiler).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040146487587320258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="91" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/RfIyhtCTMcI/AAAAAAAAABM/t6q03ShpgZI/s400/travis+clip.JPG" width="424" border="0" /&gt;pode-se dizer que os anos realmente se passaram para o fran (vocalista) e eu fico até meio assustada quando lembro do garotinho no &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHpEqMg8kvo"&gt;clip de all I wanna do is rock&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu estou realmente muito feliz pelo CD novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;essas são as faixas dele (algumas já disponíveis pra download):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11753937/46ef6496/01_3_Times_And_You_Lose.html"&gt;01. 3 Times And You Lose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11755253/3ee6b734/02_Selfish_Jean.html"&gt;02. Selfish Jean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11754579/51f64d48/03_Closer.html"&gt;03. Closer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11754341/708dea0b/04_Big_Chair.html"&gt;04. Big Chair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11755549/c26779ee/05_Battleships.html"&gt;05. Battleships&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11584903/4220ae4f/06_Eyes_Wide_Open.html"&gt;06. Eyes Wide Open&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11755062/6148000f/07_My_Eyes.html"&gt;07. My Eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;08. One Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;09. Out In Space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Colder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. New Amsterdam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/11584813/5af9f539/12_Under_The_Moonlight_ft_KT_Tunstall_Bonus_Track.html"&gt;12. Under The Moonlight [Bonus Track]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/travis"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZ_E-7cN8fA"&gt;big chair no youtube&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-4694349321495732633?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/4694349321495732633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=4694349321495732633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/4694349321495732633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/4694349321495732633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/03/boy-with-no-name-o.html' title='The Boy with No Name'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/RfIwW9CTMbI/AAAAAAAAABE/jwCDqZ6yqck/s72-c/travis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-1073878136085025971</id><published>2007-03-06T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:34:47.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuros Amantes</title><content type='html'>Sempre que ouço uma música, fico interpretando a letra...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é por isso, inclusive, que só instrumental nunca me atraiu muito.&lt;br /&gt;Tem uma música do Chico, minha preferida, talvez... que diz o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não se afobe, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que nada é pra já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor não tem pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ele pode esperar em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Num fundo de armário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na posta-restante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Milênios, milênios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E quem sabe, então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Rio será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alguma cidade submersa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os escafandristas virão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Explorar sua casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seu quarto, suas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sua alma, desvãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sábios em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tentarão decifrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O eco de antigas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fragmentos de cartas, poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mentiras, retratos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vestígios de estranha civilização&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não se afobe, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que nada é pra já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amores serão sempre amáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Futuros amantes, quiçá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se amarão sem saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com o amor que eu um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deixei pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre imaginei uma pessoa, esperando por outra “em silêncio”.&lt;br /&gt;E esse amor ficaria guardado, “num fundo de armário”,  em forma de “cartas, poemas, mentiras, retratos”...&lt;br /&gt;Até que “milênios, milênios no ar” se passariam... e um dia um outro casal encontraria esses “vestígios”, que serviriam de inspiração para o amor deles.&lt;br /&gt;E só assim o amor do primeiro casal seria concretizado: através de outras pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, eu também pensava que se o amor do primeiro casal nunca se concetrizou entre os dois, qual a vantagem de ficar esperando?&lt;br /&gt;Qual a vantagem de pensar que “nada é pra já”? Que “o amor não tem pressa, ele pode esperar”?&lt;br /&gt;Será que pode mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu ia postar um vídeo aqui, mas o youtube ficou me enrolando e até agora não colocou o vídeo que eu escolhi no blog... então não se assustem se depois vocês encontrarem aqui o chico buarque postado três vezes seguidas (ou mais)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-1073878136085025971?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1073878136085025971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=1073878136085025971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/1073878136085025971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/1073878136085025971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/03/futuros-amantes.html' title='Futuros Amantes'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-1574323121134176013</id><published>2007-03-03T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T11:06:59.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu tenho...</title><content type='html'>Seis furos nas orelhas.&lt;br /&gt;Um piercing.&lt;br /&gt;Duas tatuagens.&lt;br /&gt;Três amores que não deram certo&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos dez amigos e incontáveis pares de Havaianas.&lt;br /&gt;Um vestido de festa que nunca usei.&lt;br /&gt;E nenhuma sandália que combine com ele.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho várias cartas guardadas numa caixinha do Pequeno Príncipe.&lt;br /&gt;E, juntos com elas, duas fotos de uma pessoa que eu fico vendo em cada esquina.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a revista número 1 da MTV e todos os dvds da minha banda preferida.&lt;br /&gt;2 livros do Zuenir Ventura, 5 pares de All Star, 1 telefone do Garfield.&lt;br /&gt;E várias, mas várias canecas mesmo... todas coloridas.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho mais dois anos de curso e um medo enorme do que vai acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;O pai que eu escolhi, a melhor mãe-amiga do mundo (ou quase) e um avô que eu (infelizmente) detesto.&lt;br /&gt;Também um poodle chato que passa o dia latindo (mas gosto dele).&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vários filmes preferidos e uma música da minha vida pra cada momento.&lt;br /&gt;E muitas, muitas vezes, tenho vontade de sair correndo pelo mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-1574323121134176013?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1574323121134176013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=1574323121134176013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/1574323121134176013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/1574323121134176013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/03/eu-tenho.html' title='Eu tenho...'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-3046772474839657130</id><published>2007-03-01T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T06:25:24.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 nomes pelos quais você atende:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Maria Clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ter nome composto é o que há...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 nomes de "tela":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) kLarInHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(mIRC)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Clarinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Clementine, The tangerine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Coisas que você gosta em você:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Capacidade de adaptação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Inteligência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Bom senso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Coisas que você odeia/não gosta em você:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Intolerância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Comodismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Descaso involuntário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Partes da sua herança:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Portuguesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Indígena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Brasileira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(também...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Coisas que assustam você:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Borboletas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(daquelas bem grandes e pretas... irc!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Relacionamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Pensar no futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Coisas essenciais no seu dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Algo pra ler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Coisas que você está vestindo agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Camiseta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Calcinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 dos seus artistas/bandas favoritos (neste momento):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Travis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sempre)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) The Cardigans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Nouvelle Vague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 das suas canções favoritas (neste momento):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Nouvelle Vague - I melt with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Madonna - what it feels like for a girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(revival moment)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) The Cardigans - communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 novas coisas que você quer tentar nos próximos 12 meses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Emprego/estágio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Continuar gostando do meu curso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Resolver meus problemas com relacionamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Duas verdades e uma mentira: Qual é a mentira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Faz três meses que não termino um livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Estou reformulando minha alimentação e vou passar a comer frutas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Tenho pensado seriamente em ficar com meu ex de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Nomes de filhos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Isobel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Luca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Clementine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(lê-se da maneira que é escrito mesmo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Coisas que simplesmente você não consegue fazer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Comer carne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Perder o medo de altura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Dançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 dos seus hobbies favoritos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Ouvir música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Ler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Conversar besteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 Coisas que você quer fazer antes de morrer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Aprender piano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(faz parte dos meus planos pra terceira idade)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Conhecer Glasgow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Abrir uma livraria, locadora ou loja de CD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(podia ser os três juntos também...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://desespperando.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Natália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; me amaldiçoou e, de acordo com a lenda, você deve passar pra outras pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;então, por favor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imperfeitamente.blogger.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oseguinte.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Paula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://woe.zip.net/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, postem suas listinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-3046772474839657130?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/3046772474839657130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=3046772474839657130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/3046772474839657130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/3046772474839657130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/03/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-1278359964984512125</id><published>2007-02-23T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T21:48:10.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"don't wake me i'm plan on sleeping"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uma vez a natália falou no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://desespperando.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blog dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sobre o sono que a gente sente por não ter o que "pensar/fazer/dizer"... e eu lembrei que comigo também acontece o contrário: eu sinto muito sono quando quero fugir de algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando eu trabalhava (e detestava) como recepcionista/secretária/atendente/whatever numa certa escola de idiomas, por exemplo, eu ia trabalhar todos os dias morrendo de sono... o que era natural, porque era pela manhã e eu costumo dormir depois das 3 e acordar depois do meio dia. mas nos sábados eu trabalhava à tarde (e não sou do tipo que sente sono depois do almoço)... e quando dava um pouco antes de 1:30 (horário de entrar no trabalho), eu começava a sentir um sono incontrolável e inexplicável... que eu só conseguia entender como uma fuga mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultimamente eu tenho sentido esse mesmo sono sem explicação... e geralmente durante o dia... me dá uma preguiça das pessoas, das coisas ao meu redor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre achei interessante a idéia da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icb.ufmg.br/lpf/revista/revista2/panorama/cap10.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sonoterapia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quem sabe dormir bastante fosse fazer o tempo passar mais rápido e resolver alguns problemas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-1278359964984512125?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/1278359964984512125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=1278359964984512125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/1278359964984512125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/1278359964984512125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-wake-me-im-plan-on-sleeping.html' title='&quot;don&apos;t wake me i&apos;m plan on sleeping&quot;'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-548813890841215711</id><published>2007-02-22T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T09:08:39.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/Rd3Nq0dprsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dHEXmM64bHs/s1600-h/bj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034406093991292610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/Rd3Nq0dprsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dHEXmM64bHs/s320/bj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais &lt;a href="http://bonevelhojovi.blogspot.com/"&gt;alguém&lt;/a&gt; que admira a poesia das letras de bon jovi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-548813890841215711?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/548813890841215711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=548813890841215711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/548813890841215711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/548813890841215711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/02/ill-be-water-when-you-get-thirsty-baby.html' title='I&apos;ll be the water when you get thirsty, baby'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/Rd3Nq0dprsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dHEXmM64bHs/s72-c/bj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total 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Brasil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;separei cartões legais e românticos (?):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happytreefriends.com/watch_episodes/flash/valentine.html"&gt;Happy Tree Friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hallmark.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ecard1000110051713427-2;-102001;11441;-102250;69053P1R1Snull"&gt;Anti-Valentine's Day Teddy Bear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-5662866411445163203?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/5662866411445163203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=5662866411445163203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/5662866411445163203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/5662866411445163203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ENIBHf0EsAA/RddVw0dprrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eg4MFnL0Mfw/s72-c/vd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-117124280884263816</id><published>2007-02-11T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:13:28.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cê também?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu pensei em fazer uma lista de coisas que eu acho comuns, mas na verdade são estranhas.&lt;br /&gt;como a história da bolha que eu citei num &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/02/palavras-desconexas.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;post anterior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;pensei em ficar observando essas coisas e anotar num bloquinho e depois fazer um texto decente sobre isso.&lt;br /&gt;mas não ando com muita paciência pra sentar e escrever algo decente, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;aliás... quem lê o blog já deve ter notado isso há tempos.&lt;br /&gt;enfim... só quero descobrir se mais alguém já pensou uma dessas coisas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando me empolgo numa leitura, assim que fecho o livro fico narrando mentalmente tudo que penso e faço, quase como acontece em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinemacomrapadura.com.br/filmes/?id_filme=2054"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mais estranho que a ficção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quando termino de assistir um filme com áudio em inglês, fico pensando em inglês por um tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;na época de colégio das irmãs, sempre que eu ia passar pela quadra, me sentia como num filme... quando toda a multidão se move, mas está desfocada e só você tem destaque, caminhando entre as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;às vezes as pessoas tão falando comigo e eu não tô nem ouvindo, porque tô fixada num ponto, lembrando de algo que aconteceu naquele local e revivendo aquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gosto de ficar deitada na cama, de cabeça pra baixo, no escuro, ouvindo música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;só consigo prestar atenção direito na aula se tiver fazendo outra coisa. por exemplo? riscando uma folha... porque se tentar me concentrar só na voz do professor, meu pensamento voa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-117124280884263816?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/117124280884263816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=117124280884263816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117124280884263816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117124280884263816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/02/c-tambm.html' title='cê também?'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-117090774255679188</id><published>2007-02-07T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:09:02.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>você acredita em alguma utopia?</title><content type='html'>eu ainda tô decidindo o que pensar sobre as minhas...&lt;br /&gt;mas acho que vou seguir o conselho da &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=6685692391124057008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: me ajoelhar de frente pra meca e pensar no limão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que tudo cure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-117090774255679188?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/117090774255679188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=117090774255679188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117090774255679188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117090774255679188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/02/voc-acredita-em-alguma-utopia.html' title='você acredita em alguma utopia?'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-117080491329379415</id><published>2007-02-06T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T15:35:13.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>palavras desconexas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não sei se você já sentiu isso... mas às vezes, quando penso em algo que eu gostaria de não ter feito, eu aperto meus olhos e imagino esse algo dentro de uma bolha e depois explodo essa bolha, na tentativa de fazer a coisa sumir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isso não funciona. mas eu faço... e me pergunto se mais pessoas fazem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não... não tem nada que eu queira apagar agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;só tava pensando a respeito disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;é que eu tenho pensado a respeito de muitas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;realmente tenho pensado demais esses dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e as aulas começaram e não consigo me concentrar e não tive aula ainda da matéria pela qual anseio (redação publicitária).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e as pessoas no ceut ficam me perguntando o que aconteceu nas férias que eu tô diferente. e me sinto diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eles disseram que eu tô mais madura... acho que é porque a gente ainda não passou tempo suficiente juntos... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bom... eu achava que queria ser redatora. mas agora nem sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e fico ouvindo aqueles professores todos falarem sobre "as pessoas que estão ali só pra fazer um curso"... e sei que eu gosto de publicidade, mas... agora realmente não sei o que quero fazer da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;em dois anos me formo e isso parece amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;queria realmente que esses dois anos voassem. por outros motivos. mas tenho medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e queria decidir agora o que fazer da minha vida daqui a dois anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas não posso, sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;agora tô ouvindo um cd de canções do chico buarque gravadas por outras pessoas, que um amigo trouxe de viagem pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, as palavras do chico amortecem um pouco os pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-117080491329379415?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/117080491329379415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=117080491329379415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117080491329379415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117080491329379415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/02/palavras-desconexas.html' title='palavras desconexas'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-117061157804021776</id><published>2007-02-04T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T09:52:58.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu realmente acho legal quem faz do blog um tipo de diário e conta suas coisas com bastante clareza.&lt;br /&gt;quando comecei o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.o-relicario.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;antigo blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, não era essa a intenção... claro que a gente desabafa às vezes, mas eu sempre procurei não ser explícita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e antes de ter blogs eu usava cadernos... e escrevia textos bem detalhados, do gênero ninguém-pode-ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas aí fui gradativamente passando esses textos pra cá, quase sem detalhes e procurando ser sempre vaga... e assim fui deixando meus caderninhos de lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;acontece que as pessoas acabam se tocando do que ou de quem eu tô falando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tipo um amigo desocupado que resolveu ler todo o meu blog, ligou as coisas e ficou sabendo de quem eu gostava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não que fosse um segredo... na verdade eu nem escondia muito... mas... eu não contei pra ele e ele soube. entendeu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aí eu senti que era hora de mudar a conduta do blog ou de voltar pro caderninho ou até mesmo de fechar o blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pensei em acabar com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ou deletar inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e eu sinto até vergonha quando penso que esse menino de quem eu gosto pode ler ou já leu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu gosto daqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e não quero acabar com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e às vezes acontecem coisas que me deixam realmente feliz e eu queria contar tudo aqui... mas... é... acho que vou ali pegar meu caderninho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-117061157804021776?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/117061157804021776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=117061157804021776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117061157804021776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117061157804021776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/02/p.html' title='=P'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-117022478753891426</id><published>2007-01-30T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:33:28.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>não</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;percebi que não gosto muito de coisas que alteram minha rotina.&lt;br /&gt;e que fujo delas.&lt;br /&gt;não gosto quando não sei onde estão as coisas - eu entendo meus cds misturados e minhas blusas emboladas na gaveta.&lt;br /&gt;não gosto de não ter a rotina da aula... e muito menos de não poder me queixar do horário, do quão chato é conviver com boa parte daquelas pessoas, das falhas dos professores...&lt;br /&gt;não gosto de abrir meu blog preferido e encontrá-lo fora do ar.&lt;br /&gt;nem desse desconhecido bipando o telefone do meu quarto, pontual e diariamente.&lt;br /&gt;não gosto de surpresas (ou da maior parte delas), nem de coisas que fogem ao meu controle.&lt;br /&gt;tampouco gosto de convenções.&lt;br /&gt;e não me apego ao calendário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! meu ano começa semana que vem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu aguento até os modernos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E seus segundos cadernos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu aguento até os caretas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E suas verdades perfeitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O que eu não gosto é do bom gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não gosto de bom senso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adriana-calcanhotto.letras.terra.com.br/letras/66697/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Adriana Calcanhotto - Senhas)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-117022478753891426?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/117022478753891426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=117022478753891426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117022478753891426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/117022478753891426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/no.html' title='não'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116976225176663434</id><published>2007-01-25T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:57:31.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ai ai ai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today's fortune:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always have good luck in your personal affairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;até o orkut tira onda com a minha cara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116976225176663434?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116976225176663434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116976225176663434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116976225176663434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116976225176663434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/ai-ai-ai.html' title='ai ai ai...'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116939372379776314</id><published>2007-01-21T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T07:35:23.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;they don't love like I love you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma-a-a-a-aps, wait!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/1600/398764/yyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/320/841120/yyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, eu me rendo!&lt;br /&gt;eu gostei de yeah yeah yeahs!&lt;br /&gt;(ou pelo menos dessa música...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yeahyeahyeahs.com/"&gt;site oficial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BrBoKb9iLNg&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;maps acústico&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.: mas ainda acho que ela podia gritar menos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116939372379776314?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116939372379776314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116939372379776314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116939372379776314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116939372379776314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/wait.html' title='WAIT!'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116919200333670361</id><published>2007-01-18T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:35:35.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>medrosa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu não sei se sofro de insônia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas acho que não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;acho que meus horários só são trocados mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;agora são 4:14 (da manhã)... e até sinto sono. mas não quero dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não é só preguiça de ir dormir (sinto isso às vezes. fato).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;é vontade de ficar aqui mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pensando nas coisas que eu deveria ter feito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoje tava lembrando de circo de feras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"nunca dei um passo que fosse o correto, eu nunca fiz nada que batesse certo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e é bem isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e penso sempre no SE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não gosto dele. mas está sempre comigo... esse tal de SE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e eu sou besta mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;porque claro que eu queria o beijo, mas... sabe o olhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;poisé... aquele olhar me bastou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aquele olhar me disse mil coisas e me trouxe mil interrogações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e só o olhar já me fez tremer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e sentir a respiração perto também fez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e essas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e tudo isso confunde mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e dá medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;medo das descobertas, que vieram a longo prazo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;medo do futuro... que pede um prazo mais longo ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;medo do nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;medo do sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=15746843"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=15746843&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116919200333670361?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116919200333670361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116919200333670361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116919200333670361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116919200333670361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/medrosa.html' title='medrosa...'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116893586775353234</id><published>2007-01-16T00:24:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T08:02:44.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft &amp; Warm - Voxtrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/APtRnP8-Hqk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voxtrot é um quinteto do Texas, que começou em 2005 e até agora não lançou nenhum álbum. no entanto, eles tem 3 EPs, somando 13 músicas. pra quem gosta de smiths, o som é bem semelhante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um amigo me apresentou Voxtrot semana passada e eu me viciei! to-das as músicas deles são boas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voxtrot.net/"&gt;site oficial.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/voxtrot"&gt;my space.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=6244330&amp;tid=2510126065577480685&amp;amp;na=4"&gt;download.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116893586775353234?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116893586775353234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116893586775353234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116893586775353234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116893586775353234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/soft-warm-voxtrot.html' title='Soft &amp; Warm - Voxtrot'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116893552554749910</id><published>2007-01-16T00:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T06:48:20.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't know what I'm looking for but I know that I just wanna look some more"</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/tORZDgi3GLo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Benson é um cantor de Detroit que teve seu primeiro álbum lançado em 96 e tornou-se mais conhecido ano passado, quando se juntou com Jack White (do White Stripes) e outros caras formando o Raconteurs (leia mais sobre eles &lt;a href="http://www.screamyell.com.br/musicadois/raconteurs.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a qualidade desse vídeo não é boa, mas foi o único que eu achei dessa música... e eu queria mostrá-la porque tenho escutado praticamente no repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy it... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sites oficiais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brendanbenson.com/"&gt;Brendan Benson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitestripes.com/"&gt;The White Stripes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theraconteurs.com/"&gt;The Raconteurs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlylyrics.com/song.php?id=29916"&gt;letra da música.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brendanbenson.com/music.shtml"&gt;download.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116893552554749910?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116893552554749910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116893552554749910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116893552554749910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116893552554749910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-know-what-im-looking-for-but-i_16.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t know what I&apos;m looking for but I know that I just wanna look some more&quot;'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116872636854327765</id><published>2007-01-13T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:14:22.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"playing with this bow and arrow"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;nunca entendi bem se sou mutação ou se a inconstância me persegue.&lt;br /&gt;mas sempre sou acusada de mudanças que nem sei se sofri realmente.&lt;br /&gt;e agora encontro-me num desses estágios de transição.&lt;br /&gt;quando você tenta entender as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;quando você espera a hora da mudança.&lt;br /&gt;quando você não sabe qual caminho seguir, mas não é qualquer um que serve - e os conselhos do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heritage.edu/test/cheshire.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gato de Cheshire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; não funcionam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116872636854327765?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116872636854327765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116872636854327765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116872636854327765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116872636854327765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/playing-with-this-bow-and-arrow.html' title='&quot;playing with this bow and arrow&quot;'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116778932321383783</id><published>2007-01-02T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:55:23.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu não tenho muita sensibilidade pra essas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e agora não sei se eu peguei um fora, dois ou nenhum... (da mesma pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas ouvi algo realmente estranho de se dizer se você quer ficar com uma pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e como diria a thaty (minha prima): doido não ama, cisma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;então eu devo estar cismada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;só porque ele me ignora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e bota banca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e faz muito pior do que eu já fiz algum dia com ele... (ou não)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de qualquer forma, não tô me importando muito se vou ou não quebrar mais ainda a cara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu quero é tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e se ele vai me dar um fora (segundo, terceiro ou primeiro...), que seja bem claro e bem sonoro... porque ainda não entendi a mensagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                de volta da praia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116778932321383783?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116778932321383783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116778932321383783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116778932321383783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116778932321383783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2007/01/trying.html' title='trying'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116726074854244184</id><published>2006-12-27T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:11:55.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just wanna have fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/1600/246906/The_Beach_by_ReyMerin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/200/354544/The_Beach_by_ReyMerin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you get drunk, I'll be the wine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ainda me emociono com o Bon Jovi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ai ai ai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me ausentarei para dias de praia (thank God!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas, para sua distração, separei alguns vídeos da banda norueguesa Hurra Torpedo. Eles fazem versões de músicas a partir de fogões, lavadoras e outros utensílios domésticos que são destruídos durantes as apresentações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OemgQuSUb8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;total eclipse of the heart (bonnie tyler) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MuZwnC9rB-A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the things she said (tatu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a versão de toxic (aquela mesmo... da britney...) também ficou muito original, mas o vídeo disponível no youtube é inaudível. então, se quiser ouví-la, baixe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/9203216/02-toxic.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;agora... deseje-me boa viagem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116726074854244184?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116726074854244184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116726074854244184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116726074854244184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116726074854244184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='just wanna have fun!'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116709372347318521</id><published>2006-12-25T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:44:54.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you wanna play?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/1600/393491/rainy_day_bw__by_HealYourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/200/905697/rainy_day_bw__by_HealYourself.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você saber como as coisas vão acontecer não evita a decepção...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas você ainda pode mandar tudo à merda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me take your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm shaking like milk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turning blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All over the windows and the floors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fires outside in the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look as perfect as cats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The two of us together again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's just the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A stupid game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't care if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't feel if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want it if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't say it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't say it first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think you're tired now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But wait until three...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughing at the Christmas lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of this then back again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay alive but stay the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A stupid game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't care if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't feel if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want it if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't play it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't play it first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't even see now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you ask me the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wonder if it's real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because it couldn't be rain...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the right doorway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And into the white room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It used to be the dust that would lay here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I came here alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't care if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't feel if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't want it if you don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't say it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't say it first&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doo doo doo doo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's go to bed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doo doo doo doo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's go to bed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Cure - Let's Go To Bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zShB3xbp4R8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vídeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-cure.letras.terra.com.br/letras/328821/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tradução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116709372347318521?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116709372347318521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116709372347318521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116709372347318521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116709372347318521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-you-wanna-play.html' title='do you wanna play?'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116657512554326721</id><published>2006-12-19T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T16:45:09.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>você gosta de natal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/1600/868752/christmas%20tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3507/1853/320/244374/christmas%20tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"I don't love anything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Not even christmas&lt;br /&gt;Especially not that..."&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIMvvvqLFYY"&gt;Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque o natal é triste... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116657512554326721?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116657512554326721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116657512554326721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116657512554326721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116657512554326721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/12/voc-gosta-de-natal.html' title='você gosta de natal?'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116630718750099865</id><published>2006-12-16T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T14:16:38.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"ano novo, caixa de comentários nova"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não sou a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oseguinte.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;paula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, mas é o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;para poder ativar a nova &lt;em&gt;frescura&lt;/em&gt; que eu inventei pra esse blog, tive que zerar os comentários...&lt;br /&gt;então vamos pensar de acordo com o tal &lt;em&gt;espírito de final de ano&lt;/em&gt;: é tempo de recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;é...&lt;br /&gt;eu também acho isso uma besteira...&lt;br /&gt;de qualquer forma, quero agradecer cada &lt;em&gt;comment&lt;/em&gt; já feito aqui até hoje...&lt;br /&gt;espero que usem bastante a nova e bem mais bonita caixa de comentários...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e... aproveitando a deixa do &lt;em&gt;espírito de final de ano,&lt;/em&gt; aqui vai uma lista de tops de 2006, que pensei rapidamente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;banda:&lt;/strong&gt; the cure e death cab for cutie &lt;em&gt;(as duas paixões do ano)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;música:&lt;/strong&gt; if she wants me - belle and sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;show:&lt;/strong&gt; los hermanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;filme no cinema:&lt;/strong&gt; v de vingança &lt;em&gt;(justamente porque eu detesto esse tipo de história, e desse filme eu gostei; e provavelmente porque não vi volver ainda)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;filme em casa:&lt;/strong&gt; brilho eterno de uma mente sem lembranças &lt;em&gt;(continua sendo o que mais assisto)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriado:&lt;/strong&gt; lost &lt;em&gt;(eu nunca disse que essa lista seria inovadora)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;livro:&lt;/strong&gt; o diabo veste prada &lt;em&gt;(porque me mostrou que leitura fútil também pode ser divertida)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;viagem:&lt;/strong&gt; pedro II &lt;em&gt;(não só porque foi a única...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comida:&lt;/strong&gt; rocambole de espinafre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bebida:&lt;/strong&gt; nescauzinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquisição:&lt;/strong&gt; segunda tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;descoberta:&lt;/strong&gt; "songs and letters" &lt;em&gt;(entendeu?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decisão:&lt;/strong&gt; permanecer no curso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;experiência:&lt;/strong&gt; primeiro "emprego"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tentei:&lt;/strong&gt; aprender a tocar violão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;consegui:&lt;/strong&gt; bons amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lição do ano:&lt;/strong&gt; eu devia voltar a beber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35739143-116630718750099865?l=huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/feeds/116630718750099865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35739143&amp;postID=116630718750099865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116630718750099865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35739143/posts/default/116630718750099865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huckleberry-hound-song.blogspot.com/2006/12/ano-novo-caixa-de-comentrios-nova.html' title='&quot;ano novo, caixa de comentários nova&quot;'/><author><name>maria clara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02695592253263918712'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35739143.post-116594899727992032</id><published>2006-12-12T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T10:43:17.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>então...</title><content type='html'>não sei se você também se sente assim...&lt;br /&gt;mas eu tenho medo de ouvir certas músicas.&lt;br /&gt;não sei se tenho mais medo de mim, delas ou delas em mim.&lt;br /&gt;mas evito, geralmente.&lt;br /&gt;e uma bela hora decido ouví-las... só para passear pelos sentimentos que elas despertam.&lt;br /&gt;bons ou ruins.&lt;br /&gt;às vezes fugindo do choro me sinto mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;mas às vezes é preciso chorar pra saber que está vivo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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