<?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-8395379263321349032</id><updated>2011-12-31T08:09:39.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COTIDIANO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-4471941200691003981</id><published>2011-12-31T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:09:39.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La vie en Blanc et Noir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLQMFcyyD-o/Tv8zs3IfWlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rd6cd4zcPsI/s1600/guadeloupe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLQMFcyyD-o/Tv8zs3IfWlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rd6cd4zcPsI/s320/guadeloupe2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692325299826416210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKgUA4tQ5_Y/Tv8znPWpJ5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gCgxhJKAnTA/s1600/paris1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKgUA4tQ5_Y/Tv8znPWpJ5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gCgxhJKAnTA/s320/paris1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692325203249014674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tes yeux regardent la mer bleue&lt;br /&gt;les miens... les gris des nuages&lt;br /&gt;moi, je suis couvert par mon manteu&lt;br /&gt;toi, hereuse dans un beau village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je peux t'imaginer sourire&lt;br /&gt;En regardant les cocotiers que balancent...&lt;br /&gt;Tu es loin... tu m'entends pas dire:&lt;br /&gt;"Mes bras t'attendent avec impatience"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aimerait dire que je te manque un peu&lt;br /&gt;mais je mentirais, c'est sûr&lt;br /&gt;tu seras toujours mon petit rêve&lt;br /&gt;a Paris, Dubai ou même Cote-d'Azur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monteiro, Roney 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-4471941200691003981?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4471941200691003981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-vie-en-blanc-et-noir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/4471941200691003981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/4471941200691003981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-vie-en-blanc-et-noir.html' title='La vie en Blanc et Noir'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLQMFcyyD-o/Tv8zs3IfWlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rd6cd4zcPsI/s72-c/guadeloupe2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-5325882688610880802</id><published>2011-10-17T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T10:19:58.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Castelo de ilusões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZqblFp2wPU/TOkw3H93IqI/AAAAAAAAEzY/QZ8VwKy0H4w/s1600/castelo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 367px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZqblFp2wPU/TOkw3H93IqI/AAAAAAAAEzY/QZ8VwKy0H4w/s1600/castelo5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu castelo ruiu&lt;br /&gt;porque de ilusões era feito&lt;br /&gt;minha vida se partiu&lt;br /&gt;porque já era sem proveito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O frio já sinto chegando&lt;br /&gt;e já não me admiras&lt;br /&gt;arrependo-me e já amargando, digo:&lt;br /&gt;porque fiz eu o que não sentia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida, olhe para mim&lt;br /&gt;não me queres perto de ti?&lt;br /&gt;me causas tristeza sem fim&lt;br /&gt;e não consigo de nada rir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a doçura já não me cabe&lt;br /&gt;nem a pureza me seduz&lt;br /&gt;o sofrimento foi grande, tu sabes&lt;br /&gt;e me sinto preso a cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não diziam que a sorte nos sorria?&lt;br /&gt;porque agora já me lamento?&lt;br /&gt;A minha loucura é te amar&lt;br /&gt;mas só sinto agora tormento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       Monteiro, Roney 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As vezes é preciso uma decepção, para aprendermos que a vida não é feita apenas de alegria, e sim de tentativas." (Miedson Fernandes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-5325882688610880802?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5325882688610880802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/castelo-de-ilusoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/5325882688610880802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/5325882688610880802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/castelo-de-ilusoes.html' title='Castelo de ilusões'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QZqblFp2wPU/TOkw3H93IqI/AAAAAAAAEzY/QZ8VwKy0H4w/s72-c/castelo5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-6537700540833194333</id><published>2011-06-11T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T18:49:38.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma petite Fleur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1AeXmDZ2w4/TfQbJzgDzGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oarkn8REFLE/s1600/saudade.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1AeXmDZ2w4/TfQbJzgDzGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oarkn8REFLE/s400/saudade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617144490495298658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Para que me serves, saudade?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;não me deixas sentir os lábios dela&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tiras de mim a felicidade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e fico assim: morrendo de amores por ela&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amada minha, logo hoje estás distante&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;teu cheiro já não posso sentir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; a dor se torna constante&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e já ninguém pode me fazer rir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A solidão faz parte de mim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;o que, minha rara flor... fiz eu?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;para ter um sofrimento sem fim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;não mereço? talvez... teu amor morreu?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O oceano me lembra teu olhar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tão azul como o mais límpido céu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tão sedutor que me faz viajar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e querer ainda mais teus lábios de mel."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                          Monteiro, Roney 2011&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E fico assim... olhando o mar e vendo o azul dos teus olhos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-6537700540833194333?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6537700540833194333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/ma-petite-fleur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/6537700540833194333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/6537700540833194333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/ma-petite-fleur.html' title='Ma petite Fleur'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1AeXmDZ2w4/TfQbJzgDzGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oarkn8REFLE/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-8937928806971994003</id><published>2011-02-12T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T14:54:37.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oceano privado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR84M053GPqtJOFUXOaFNn_KK8qFlFvpXL60kFINs8ol_PeValBAg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 185px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR84M053GPqtJOFUXOaFNn_KK8qFlFvpXL60kFINs8ol_PeValBAg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim, já sinto&lt;br /&gt;o teu amor duradouro&lt;br /&gt;tão feliz estou que pressinto&lt;br /&gt;a felicidade nos anos vindouros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses olhos doces e profundos&lt;br /&gt;sempre me dizendo o que esperar&lt;br /&gt;viajo tanto neles que me confundo,&lt;br /&gt;e a ansiedade só faz aumentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais perto que longe&lt;br /&gt;já quase posso te sentir&lt;br /&gt;já quase posso te ver&lt;br /&gt;já quase posso me perder... no oceano dos seus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Monteiro, Roney (2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-8937928806971994003?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8937928806971994003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/oceano-privado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/8937928806971994003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/8937928806971994003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/oceano-privado.html' title='Oceano privado'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-2070520338230288167</id><published>2010-12-24T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T10:33:15.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinfonia compartilhada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7nJRkoCIXY/TFtr5nEaQ9I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/DMCuXbmCPWw/s1600/hope2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7nJRkoCIXY/TFtr5nEaQ9I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/DMCuXbmCPWw/s1600/hope2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu escuto e espero&lt;br /&gt;Tanto amor sem resposta,&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa que me desespero&lt;br /&gt;E longe de quem a gente gosta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é justo eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, o que é o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Posso dizer que já encontrei.&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, digo... com muita dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É proibido, já disseram&lt;br /&gt;Tão perto e tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Tão lindo e tão distante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não escolho a música que danço&lt;br /&gt;e danço porque tenho que dançar.&lt;br /&gt;Já dizia o poeta "a inspiração é dolorosa",&lt;br /&gt;e acrescento... também é especial e proveitosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-2070520338230288167?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2070520338230288167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/sinfonia-compartilhada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/2070520338230288167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/2070520338230288167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/sinfonia-compartilhada.html' title='Sinfonia compartilhada'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m7nJRkoCIXY/TFtr5nEaQ9I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/DMCuXbmCPWw/s72-c/hope2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-6285320076068425331</id><published>2010-10-14T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T20:46:27.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em pedaços</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/TLfOaZRltbI/AAAAAAAAACw/f0uqpyZs2lI/s1600/OgAAALMd0fB2ggtFi5X-dbhmRYnq8Y5Gp_W8MOHz4QFmBndsbBrjewKoWdPDofnPbebnpMLDmbU2akwa9Q2FYhzJt6EAm1T1UFvLyTBZ2JxzKxk--x6udFiXRoLB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/TLfOaZRltbI/AAAAAAAAACw/f0uqpyZs2lI/s400/OgAAALMd0fB2ggtFi5X-dbhmRYnq8Y5Gp_W8MOHz4QFmBndsbBrjewKoWdPDofnPbebnpMLDmbU2akwa9Q2FYhzJt6EAm1T1UFvLyTBZ2JxzKxk--x6udFiXRoLB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528114020477154738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="fr"&gt;"Saudade é um sentimento que quando não cabe no coração, escorre pelos olhos."&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr"&gt;                                                                                                                                   Bob Marley.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="fr"&gt;Grande amiga, guerreira, mãe, irmã...  sem palavras para descrever a dor. Vou lembrar dela como uma pessoa cheia de vida e alegria. Andréa, você deixou saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-6285320076068425331?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6285320076068425331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/em-pedacos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/6285320076068425331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/6285320076068425331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/em-pedacos.html' title='Em pedaços'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/TLfOaZRltbI/AAAAAAAAACw/f0uqpyZs2lI/s72-c/OgAAALMd0fB2ggtFi5X-dbhmRYnq8Y5Gp_W8MOHz4QFmBndsbBrjewKoWdPDofnPbebnpMLDmbU2akwa9Q2FYhzJt6EAm1T1UFvLyTBZ2JxzKxk--x6udFiXRoLB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-7841490593306432812</id><published>2010-10-06T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:11:21.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi regalo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ursispaltenstein.ch/blog/images/uploads_img/kindness_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 397px;" src="http://ursispaltenstein.ch/blog/images/uploads_img/kindness_day.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dizem que "gentileza gera gentileza", mas devo dizer que isso nem sempre é verdade. Entre uma lista sem fim de defeitos, consigo achar uma qualidade que eu tenho prazer em mostrar: a gentileza. Ser educado e gentil me faz sentir bem. Não importa quem seja, ou qual for a situação. Sorrir e ser gentil é um presente que me foi dado e gosto de compartilhá-lo com os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nos últimos tempos tenho passado diversos testes. Parece que o estresse e a grosseria estão dominando o bom humor do carioca. Tive contato com pessoas tão mal educadas e grosseiras nas últimas semanas, que confesso que tive vontade de responder a altura. Contudo, fiz como de costume, falei baixo: "me desculpe, a culpa foi minha". Estou começando a achar que tem gente que sente prazer de ser assim. Grosseiro gratuitamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que haja cavalos soltos por aí, e que insistam em ser rudes, não usarei neles esporas. Usarei, entretanto, torrões de açúcar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-7841490593306432812?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7841490593306432812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/mi-regalo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/7841490593306432812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/7841490593306432812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/mi-regalo.html' title='Mi regalo'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-1237131092567239030</id><published>2010-09-16T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T10:46:44.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Des mots partagés</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/TJLoVAFd3YI/AAAAAAAAACo/JdUPLZLwFs8/s1600/mariage-Paris+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/TJLoVAFd3YI/AAAAAAAAACo/JdUPLZLwFs8/s400/mariage-Paris+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517727940980104578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;J'ai peur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;de l'avenir, d'aujourd'hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;mais sans pour autant abandonner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ce besoin de sourire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vie est faite des moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;quelques-uns très doloureux,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;cepandant, je dis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ils ne peuvent pas  détruire un coeur amoureux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Le même quotidien?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ce n'est pas grave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Je suis très content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;parce que j'ai vis un amour duráble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Monteiro, Roney 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Piaf peut m'aider:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"La vie, la vie ça rêve a l'amour. L'amour, l'amour s'éveille a la vie... Car la vie, mais c'est l'amour."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Vous  avez compris, chers amis? Ne laissez jamais quelqu'un vouz dire que vous êtes  fous pour être amoreux. C'est la meilleure expérience du monde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-1237131092567239030?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1237131092567239030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/des-mots-partages_16.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1237131092567239030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1237131092567239030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/des-mots-partages_16.html' title='Des mots partagés'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/TJLoVAFd3YI/AAAAAAAAACo/JdUPLZLwFs8/s72-c/mariage-Paris+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-1530481675785021439</id><published>2010-09-05T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T11:44:57.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo e ansiedade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbV9IgmtwvU/SmEGrzYc7uI/AAAAAAAACXI/0274jD_F3Es/s400/beijo+em+paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbV9IgmtwvU/SmEGrzYc7uI/AAAAAAAACXI/0274jD_F3Es/s400/beijo+em+paris.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor que cresce,&lt;br /&gt;a loucura que aparece.&lt;br /&gt;o malfeito correto,&lt;br /&gt;e até o beijo certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A confusão de sentidos&lt;br /&gt;o calor proibido.&lt;br /&gt;a vontade de correr,&lt;br /&gt;de parar... permancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que se faz?&lt;br /&gt;nada. Fica-se em paz.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, mas...&lt;br /&gt;shiii... silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perto. Bem perto.&lt;br /&gt;E... chega-se ao céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monteiro, Roney 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-1530481675785021439?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1530481675785021439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/desejo-e-ansiedade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1530481675785021439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1530481675785021439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/desejo-e-ansiedade.html' title='Desejo e ansiedade'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbV9IgmtwvU/SmEGrzYc7uI/AAAAAAAACXI/0274jD_F3Es/s72-c/beijo+em+paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-3892733385663563076</id><published>2010-08-28T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T11:47:52.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montanha russa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/TH3Ajg8cR6I/AAAAAAAAACY/CIaUclqm_ew/s1600/montanha-russa10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/TH3Ajg8cR6I/AAAAAAAAACY/CIaUclqm_ew/s400/montanha-russa10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511773235342755746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turbilhão de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;todos assim, amontoados&lt;br /&gt;girando dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;e me deixando atordoado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha fortuna e minha loucura&lt;br /&gt;a vontade de gritar, a de chorar&lt;br /&gt;o meu dia melhor, a minha sina&lt;br /&gt;tão certo como respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o prazer, a companhia&lt;br /&gt;a razão do meu dia&lt;br /&gt;tudo rápido e descontralado&lt;br /&gt;mas tão doce ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu te espero, te esperei, te espero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monteiro, Roney 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-3892733385663563076?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3892733385663563076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/motanha-russa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/3892733385663563076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/3892733385663563076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/motanha-russa.html' title='Montanha russa'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/TH3Ajg8cR6I/AAAAAAAAACY/CIaUclqm_ew/s72-c/montanha-russa10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-947255776015722923</id><published>2010-08-22T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T17:12:00.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samba descompassado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4082/4822120385_ef4720f4ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4082/4822120385_ef4720f4ea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela não samba&lt;br /&gt;Ela não dança&lt;br /&gt;Tudo para me torturar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo para mais lhe desejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Não posso dançar sem par&lt;br /&gt;Nem gingar sem inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Menos ainda sem a devida emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No samba do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;ela que é a ritmista&lt;br /&gt;me fazendo perder o passo,&lt;br /&gt;a noção de espaço&lt;br /&gt;e até todo o compasso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passista às vezes se engana&lt;br /&gt;perde o tempo e o gingado&lt;br /&gt;não perde, contudo, a vontade&lt;br /&gt;levando consigo sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;e querendo sempre recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                Monteiro, Roney 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-947255776015722923?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/947255776015722923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/samba-descompassado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/947255776015722923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/947255776015722923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/samba-descompassado.html' title='Samba descompassado'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4082/4822120385_ef4720f4ea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-1573449780165103048</id><published>2010-07-17T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:06:46.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem é essa mulher Que canta como dobra um sino? Queria cantar por meu menino Que ele já não pode mais cantar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nao2nao1.com.br/img/chico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 218px;" src="http://nao2nao1.com.br/img/chico.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu realmente acho que tem aqueles que nasceram com um brilho a mais. Entre esses, Chico Buarque é um exemplo. Sua voz nem é tão bonita, mas suas letras...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-1573449780165103048?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1573449780165103048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/quem-e-essa-mulher-que-canta-como-dobra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1573449780165103048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1573449780165103048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/quem-e-essa-mulher-que-canta-como-dobra.html' title='Quem é essa mulher Que canta como dobra um sino? Queria cantar por meu menino Que ele já não pode mais cantar'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-1102551775855337514</id><published>2010-05-01T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:39:58.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tem pena d'eu..  Diz por favor... Tu que tanto anda no mundo... Onde anda o meu amor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.blogo.it/somnacaixablog/LuizGonzagaSempre_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 372px;" src="http://static.blogo.it/somnacaixablog/LuizGonzagaSempre_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ouço, ouço e ouço de novo. Suas músicas me fazem pensar na minha família, na seca, no retirante. A simplicidade de cada frase me faz reletir sobre tanta coisa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-1102551775855337514?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1102551775855337514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/tem-pena-deu-diz-por-favor-tu-que-tanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1102551775855337514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1102551775855337514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/tem-pena-deu-diz-por-favor-tu-que-tanto.html' title='&quot;Tem pena d&apos;eu..  Diz por favor... Tu que tanto anda no mundo... Onde anda o meu amor&quot;'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-1165227435945870672</id><published>2010-04-19T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T14:08:16.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://coisasquegosto.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://coisasquegosto.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/51.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um longo caminho, uns 5 meses. Contudo, no final foi assim: "pode começar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ré* seta para direita&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pra direita&lt;br /&gt;Uma volta pra esquerda&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pra esquerda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok? - pergunto.&lt;br /&gt;Aham, pode tirar - responde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ré* seta para esquerda&lt;br /&gt;Tudo para esquerda&lt;br /&gt;Olho para fora e no retrovisor&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pra direita&lt;br /&gt;Olho para fora e no retrovisor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok ok... agora é só ir com calma e sempre virar a direita" - ela diz.&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************* 6 min depois&lt;br /&gt;*cleck* desligo a chave do carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns, você foi aprovado. - disse ela - Pegue sua carteira no Detran em 5 dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, é isso. Foram momentos de muito estresse, só quem já passou por isso sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conseguir a carteira de forma "limpa", não tem preço.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-1165227435945870672?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1165227435945870672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/conquista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1165227435945870672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1165227435945870672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/conquista.html' title='Conquista'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-472175945246486922</id><published>2010-04-14T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:04:31.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sous le ciel de Paris Marchent des amoureux hum hum"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9vslhokstU/SJ2TQUsm6jI/AAAAAAAABvc/EfAqZacoWLU/s400/EdithPiaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9vslhokstU/SJ2TQUsm6jI/AAAAAAAABvc/EfAqZacoWLU/s400/EdithPiaf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Umas das cantoras mais espetaculares de todos os tempos. Seu rosto mostra uma mulher frágil, mas ela era muito mais que isso. Um ser humano tremendamente especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-472175945246486922?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/472175945246486922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/sous-le-ciel-de-paris-marchent-des.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/472175945246486922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/472175945246486922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/sous-le-ciel-de-paris-marchent-des.html' title='&quot;Sous le ciel de Paris Marchent des amoureux hum hum&quot;'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9vslhokstU/SJ2TQUsm6jI/AAAAAAAABvc/EfAqZacoWLU/s72-c/EdithPiaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-1500479372184742789</id><published>2010-04-03T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:26:43.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars''</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jornale.com.br/angel/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/frank_sinatra_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://jornale.com.br/angel/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/frank_sinatra_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os próximos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;posts&lt;/span&gt; serão dedicados aos meus cantores e cantoras preferidos. Tom já foi... agora vem ele, um dos maiores nomes da música mundial. Sua inigualável voz, além de suas letras marcantes, nos fazem ter em mente o que é boa música.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-1500479372184742789?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1500479372184742789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-me-see-what-spring-is-like-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1500479372184742789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1500479372184742789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-me-see-what-spring-is-like-on.html' title='&quot;Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-786205517883477588</id><published>2010-03-29T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:46:03.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"... e além do mais ela é carioca..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tartahijaz.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/1169765096_tom_jobim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 362px;" src="http://tartahijaz.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/1169765096_tom_jobim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só mesmo ele pra escrever tanta coisa... numa frase tão pequena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-786205517883477588?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/786205517883477588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-alem-do-mais-ela-e-carioca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/786205517883477588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/786205517883477588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-alem-do-mais-ela-e-carioca.html' title='&quot;... e além do mais ela é carioca...&quot;'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-7228590523128932345</id><published>2010-03-17T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:46:10.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L'homme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/S6GTzDQhFtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XfUICo3iy5I/s1600-h/3332513185_4c71180768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/S6GTzDQhFtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XfUICo3iy5I/s320/3332513185_4c71180768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449799529352206034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Se todos os homens fossem bons, este preceito seria mau; mas, porque são maus e não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;observariam a sua fé a teu respeito, não há razão para que a cumpras para com eles."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maquiavel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida, ele não é um dos meus autores preferidos. No entanto, sua visão sobre o homem é muito parecida com a minha. Acho que depois de várias experiências, cheguei a esse conclusão sem muito esforço.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-7228590523128932345?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7228590523128932345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/lhomme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/7228590523128932345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/7228590523128932345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/lhomme.html' title='L&apos;homme'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/S6GTzDQhFtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XfUICo3iy5I/s72-c/3332513185_4c71180768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-7618934844219405140</id><published>2010-02-23T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:00:14.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vidaevoz.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/nas_maos_de_deus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://vidaevoz.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/nas_maos_de_deus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em várias situações eu confirmo a existência de Deus, e vejo como Ele se importa comigo. Ontem eu estava voltando da auto-escola por volta das 16:00. Como sempre, fui para Rio Branco pegar qualquer dos muitos ônibus que passam em copacabana. Peguei o 127. Paguei a passagem e sentei próximo ao meio do ônibus. Fiquei viajando pelo caminho, olhando a bonita paisagem até chegar a minha casa quando 1 ponto antes de chegar ao destino (no Rio Sul) um senhor de mais ou menos 45 anos de bermuda e camisa pólo se aproxima de mim e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me permite? - Disse ele tocando meu braço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, o senhor me transmitia paz e tranquilidade. Não parecia que faria algo ruim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, claro - Respondi instantaneamente. Por um momento senti que não tinha dado aquele comando ao meu cérebro. Talvez não tivesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1º carta de João,  capítulo 5 versículo 20. - Disse ele. - 1º carta de João,  capítulo 5 versículo 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo depois disso ele desceu. Quero dizer... ele não estava fazendo evangelhismo no ônibus... ele só falou comigo. Como ele sabia que sou evangélico? porque logo comigo? Eis o que está escrito na passagem que o senhor me disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E sabemos que já o Filho de Deus é vindo, e nos deu entendimento para conhecermos o que é verdadeiro; e no que é verdadeiro estamos, isto é, em seu Filho Jesus Cristo. Este é o verdadeiro Deus e a vida eterna."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                               1ª João 5:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode não fazer sentido algum para vocês, já para mim traz conforto e respostas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-7618934844219405140?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7618934844219405140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/experiencia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/7618934844219405140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/7618934844219405140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/experiencia.html' title='Experiência'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-896998707646162806</id><published>2010-02-17T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:10:15.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida sem vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://psicodelic.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/mendigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://psicodelic.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/mendigo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansado, tão cansado.&lt;br /&gt;Esse dia-a-dia e sol-a-sol,&lt;br /&gt;vagando e... faltam forças.&lt;br /&gt;Cansa até ficar sentado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sonho de uma dia melhor&lt;br /&gt;vem com o amanhecer,&lt;br /&gt;mas tão rápido vai embora&lt;br /&gt;e o desespero começa aparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aquele moço não me viu?&lt;br /&gt;não, ele me viu. Só fingiu não ter visto&lt;br /&gt;meu Deus, sou tão repugnante assim?&lt;br /&gt;todos fingem que não existo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esperança: tão difícil sentimento&lt;br /&gt;quisera eu senti-la&lt;br /&gt;para sentir, talvez, alívio&lt;br /&gt;pelo menos por um momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Monteiro, Roney 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Meu objetivo com um blog não é ganhar "parabéns", muito menos uma estrelinha na testa. Escrevo aqui o que acho, penso ou vivi. Sem nenhum objetivo prático, na verdade. Escrevo muito mal mesmo, por isso me considero corajoso em mostrar ao "mundo" minha deficiência na escrita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi esse pequeno poema por uma das coisas q mais me entristece quando ponho o pé para fora da minha casa: o descaso. Todas as vezes que vejo um morador de rua me dá vontade de chorar, como me dá essa vontade agora em escrever isso. Quantas vezes eu realmente ignorei um ser humano igual a mim, por medo ou qualquer outra coisa. Já olhei nos olhos de um certa vez. Foi como sentir um soco no rosto sem mão. Ouvir um grito de socorro e não fazer nada. Um mistura de tantas coisas que é difícil descrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juro que não quero que esse post seja como aqueles "power point's" que recebemos por e-mail com fotos de crianças famintas ou coisa do tipo. Só quero colocar aqui o que sinto há muito tempo, mas não tinha contado a ninguém. Olhar aquelas pessoas atingidas pelo terremoto no Haiti me lembrou disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enquanto uns tem tudo, outros não tem nada. Absolutamente nada."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-896998707646162806?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/896998707646162806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/vida-sem-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/896998707646162806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/896998707646162806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/vida-sem-vida.html' title='A vida sem vida'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-1298436950187491701</id><published>2010-02-06T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:07:52.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junto a mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/S22SMXvp1xI/AAAAAAAAABw/SaG6XH0nKkw/s1600-h/sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/S22SMXvp1xI/AAAAAAAAABw/SaG6XH0nKkw/s320/sorriso.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435161066536032018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando estava perto dela senti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seu doce perfume, e sorri.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ela me olhou e retribuiu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dando-me o melhor presente que existiu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teus olhos me lembram o mar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;profundo, enigmático e poderoso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O beijo de tua boca o mel,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tão doce e saboroso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando tu me abraças&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;o mundo para de girar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;só vejo teu sorriso e rosto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;que me fazem delirar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poderia escrever sobre outras coisas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; alegria, saudade e até tristeza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nenhuma delas, entretanto, chega&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a inspiração que me dá a tua beleza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                 Monteiro, Roney 2010&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-1298436950187491701?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1298436950187491701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/quando-estava-perto-dela-senti-seu-doce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1298436950187491701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1298436950187491701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/quando-estava-perto-dela-senti-seu-doce.html' title='Junto a mim'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/S22SMXvp1xI/AAAAAAAAABw/SaG6XH0nKkw/s72-c/sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-3723059639803069167</id><published>2010-01-11T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:02:30.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Estar de férias é uma sensação ótima. Poder dormir na hora que você quiser e não ter nenhuma responsabildade no dia seguinte é demais. Estranho. Isso foi exatamente o que eu senti nas duas  primeiras semanas. Não mais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ficar longe dos meus amigos da faculade é doloroso. Eu me mudei há 2 anos, e ainda não me acostumei a morar em apartamento. Os laços de amizade que construi durante tanto tempo se afinam e ficam por um fio. É ai que entra a pergunta... e se? e se eu tivesse me mudado 1 ano antes?. Feito meu 3º ano aqui? Com certeza bem diferente. Teria pessoas pra sair e conversar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Meu pai trabalha. Minha irmã está em viajando. Minha mãe fica bem triste pela sua ausência. Passo a maior parte do dia no apartamento. No meu quarto. Confesso que às vezes paro e fico viajando. A Noite vou pra academia. Sim, é a única parte do dia que me sinto realmente bem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sei que parece mais sério do que parece, mas posso dizer que estou bem. Acho que é isso. Nem sei se alguém lê o que escrevo, mas confesso que falar aqui ajuda um pouco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-3723059639803069167?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3723059639803069167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-if.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/3723059639803069167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/3723059639803069167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-7680738998259201317</id><published>2009-12-12T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:46:32.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um ano passou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/SyQZnGhrb_I/AAAAAAAAABo/2mFyjuUV6-I/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/SyQZnGhrb_I/AAAAAAAAABo/2mFyjuUV6-I/s320/DSC00251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414480811563642866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foi ontem, sim foi ontem. Vi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;um novo amanhecer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nesse caminho que escolhi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tenho a oportunidade de crescer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contente porque posso falar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ganhei mais que livros e conhecimento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tenho companhias que me fazem passar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sem dúvida, os melhores momentos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alguns deles, eu acho, não entedem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;quão importantes e caros são.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pela simplicidade que esta poesia tem,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;espero que vejam a verdade em questão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amigos que me ajudam  a seguir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sem, talvez, perceber&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a alegria que me fazem sentir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desculpem-me se os incomodei&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;juro que foi tentando agradar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;um pouco desnecessário, eu sei&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;foi pelo prazer de com vocês estar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-7680738998259201317?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7680738998259201317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-ano-passou.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/7680738998259201317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/7680738998259201317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-ano-passou.html' title='Um ano passou'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/SyQZnGhrb_I/AAAAAAAAABo/2mFyjuUV6-I/s72-c/DSC00251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-6312767771670340158</id><published>2009-12-12T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:30:09.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É surreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Estar de férias é uma sensação excelente. Não ter absolutamente nada pra fazer, no começo pelo menos, é relaxante. Por isso só estou postando aqui agora, depois de certo tempo. O tema desse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;, contudo, não é falar do iníco das férias.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O edital do concurso, bem como as inscriões do Instituto Rio Braco foram abertas há algum tempo. Como grande interessado na carreira, e sonho de realização profissional, li o edital algumas provas e respostas. É frustrante. É difícil me imaginar em 3 anos, mais ou menos, fazendo o concurso. As perguntas, respotas e redações são bizarras. Parece como um sonho distante. O rapaz que hoje se expressa tão mal, conseguir aprovação no concurso mais difícil do país.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para nós, não presenteados com grande capacidade intelectual, a única maneria é se esforçar. Só assim, um dia quem sabe, cheguemos lá. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-6312767771670340158?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6312767771670340158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-surreal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/6312767771670340158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/6312767771670340158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-surreal.html' title='É surreal'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-2911907292249380165</id><published>2009-11-11T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:53:20.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doce ilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        É totalmente normal não estudar e tirar nota baixa. Claro, você não se dedicou, fez pouco caso e recebeu em troca o justo. O revoltante é quando você estuda, se esforça, gosta da matéria, participa nas aulas, responde as pergunta e... tira uma das piores notas da sua turma. É, no mínimo, frustrante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-2911907292249380165?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2911907292249380165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/doce-ilusao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/2911907292249380165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/2911907292249380165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/doce-ilusao.html' title='Doce ilusão'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-5079122805734231266</id><published>2009-11-06T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:33:40.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A luz apagou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/SvTgMRN0BBI/AAAAAAAAABg/sT9PGXiz3PE/s1600-h/____bye__my_love_____by_Pixelnase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/SvTgMRN0BBI/AAAAAAAAABg/sT9PGXiz3PE/s320/____bye__my_love_____by_Pixelnase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401188354508456978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando o sol raiar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;meu amor por ti irá aumentar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ter você perto de mim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;foi um prazer sem fim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Os dias nos campos ao teu lado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eram tão rápidos e demorados&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a pele quente dos rostos se misturavam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e a mim a felicidade mostravam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meu único arrependimento?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;não te ter amado mais a cada momento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as lágrimas já molham o meu rosto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e revelam dor, saudade e desgosto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                   Monteiro, Roney 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-5079122805734231266?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5079122805734231266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/luz-apagou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/5079122805734231266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/5079122805734231266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/luz-apagou.html' title='A luz apagou'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/SvTgMRN0BBI/AAAAAAAAABg/sT9PGXiz3PE/s72-c/____bye__my_love_____by_Pixelnase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-738366359738515085</id><published>2009-10-28T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:52:35.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade descoberta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/Suif14JdnjI/AAAAAAAAABY/hL26aC-PmGg/s1600-h/amigos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/Suif14JdnjI/AAAAAAAAABY/hL26aC-PmGg/s320/amigos2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397739901357497906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há pessoas legais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outras nem tanto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contudo leais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não é em qualquer canto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, sim, existe aquelas raras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tão difícies de encontrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que quando se procura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leva-se anos para achar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu, porém, tive uma grande surpresa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Achei várias dessas pessoas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E agradeço a Deus por essa proeza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempos tribulados, amigos, podem vir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu vos digo a solução para estes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca deixem de sorrir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                  Monteiro, roney 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dedico essa pequena demonstração de afeto aos amigos, em agradecimento por simplismente existirem em minha vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-738366359738515085?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/738366359738515085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/amizade-descoberta.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/738366359738515085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/738366359738515085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/amizade-descoberta.html' title='Amizade descoberta'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/Suif14JdnjI/AAAAAAAAABY/hL26aC-PmGg/s72-c/amigos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-118454344272306036</id><published>2009-10-24T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:45:59.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um novo começo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/SuNx0pAYruI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pP1jpX8gJOs/s1600-h/casal-preto-e-branco-529d83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/SuNx0pAYruI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pP1jpX8gJOs/s320/casal-preto-e-branco-529d83.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396281927694593762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o sol atravessa a janela   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e me anuncia o amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu, no entanto, só penso nela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e seu sorriso que me faz estremecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que doce é amada minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouvir da tua boca lindos versos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e reconhecer que continha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma beleza igual a tua, confesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;achega-te a mim e te mostrarei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um nova vida sem impedimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ainda desconhecida, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas cheia de importantes momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contigo quero passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o resto dos meus dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e aos nossos filhos contar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quão triste era quando não te conhecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Monteiro, Roney 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-118454344272306036?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/118454344272306036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-novo-comeco.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/118454344272306036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/118454344272306036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-novo-comeco.html' title='Um novo começo'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_btRw8C-wQa4/SuNx0pAYruI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pP1jpX8gJOs/s72-c/casal-preto-e-branco-529d83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-2720016287211088917</id><published>2009-10-17T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:11:50.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E tudo ficou amargo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olha o que você me faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;já não aguento mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essa dor no peito&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que é culpa do nosso amor  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lembro-me ainda dos teu lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doces, tão doces e suaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas agora olha o que fazes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me das valor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;irrisório&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qual foi meu pecado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paixão ardente e desenfreada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loucura por nós encenada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; agora só resta o sonhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queria ver novamente teu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;semelhante ao marfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e poder por fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beijar-te e dizer: é de você que preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                        Monteiro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Roney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-2720016287211088917?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2720016287211088917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-tudo-ficou-amargo-s.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/2720016287211088917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/2720016287211088917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-tudo-ficou-amargo-s.html' title='E tudo ficou amargo'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-7368844993971225283</id><published>2009-10-02T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:52:27.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z00jjc-WtZI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z00jjc-WtZI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Live your passion. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-7368844993971225283?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7368844993971225283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/olympic-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/7368844993971225283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/7368844993971225283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/olympic-happiness.html' title='Olympic Happiness'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-1928506390077833227</id><published>2009-09-28T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:53:17.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe Gentil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;O que eu mais ouço é brasileiro reclamando do Brasil. "Porque aqui nada funciona."; "Só podia ser no Brasil" e etc. O curioso é que se um estrangeiro disser alguma coisa semelhante já se parte pra defesa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ser brasileiro é ser abençoado com a mais bonita paisagem do mundo, é poder dizer que na minha terra tem palmeiras onde canta o sabiá. Aqui a garota de ipanema caminha lentamente, enquanto a mulata samba sorridente. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obrigado meu Deus por ser brasileiro, e cantar sobre ele nos meus versos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-1928506390077833227?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1928506390077833227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/mae-gentil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1928506390077833227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/1928506390077833227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/mae-gentil.html' title='Mãe Gentil'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-5970193040167375001</id><published>2009-09-27T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:41:24.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espelho, Espelho meu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tem gente com ego tão grande que não cabe em si. Eu conheço outras que não são arrogantes quanto gostariam e nem tão bonitas quanto pensam ( direitos autorais cedidos por um amigo, rs). Ter amor proprio e gostar de si mesmo é fundamental, mas quando isso ultrapassa os limites do bom senso, acaba ficando insuportável.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Por isso, nunca esqueça do sonoro: Parabéns!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;rs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-5970193040167375001?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5970193040167375001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/espelho-espelho-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/5970193040167375001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/5970193040167375001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/espelho-espelho-meu.html' title='Espelho, Espelho meu...'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-842938040774266361</id><published>2009-09-20T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:59:36.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honras ao Criador</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Falar sobre religião é complicado, principalmente quando você o faz com seus amigos. A discussão acaba ficando mais séria e a tendência é todo mundo se aborrecer ou coisa pior. O que eu gosto neles é que quando falamos sobre isso a conversa flui numa boa e fica tudo bem. Ninguém mudou de opinião, e quanto a mim, tenho mais convicção da minha fé e continuo orando por minha família e amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando nisso, aconteceu hoje em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;copacabana&lt;/span&gt;  uma passeata contra a intolerância religiosa, onde líderes de várias religiões vieram fazer sua parte. É incrível como é difícil pro ser humano aceitar as diferenças, chegando ao ponto de agredir alguém somente por divergência de culto. Que Deus nos abençoe e nos dê muita paz. Abraços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-842938040774266361?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/842938040774266361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/honras-ao-criador.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/842938040774266361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/842938040774266361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/honras-ao-criador.html' title='Honras ao Criador'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-2679425103547284586</id><published>2009-09-17T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:04:04.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samba de uma nota só</title><content type='html'>Nas coisas mais simples encontro muita felicidade. Andar com meus pais na orla de copacabana, conversar com meus amigos depois de almoçar, assistir o jornal nacional com minha família e falar com ela sobre o meu dia. Essas coisas que fazem o meu dia ser bom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Por isso que tudo que tende ao simples é melhor. O que me lembra um samba de uma nota só, como já dizia Tom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KaM8eShHs8c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KaM8eShHs8c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-2679425103547284586?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2679425103547284586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/samba-de-uma-nota-so.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/2679425103547284586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/2679425103547284586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/samba-de-uma-nota-so.html' title='Samba de uma nota só'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395379263321349032.post-7746859183375673919</id><published>2009-09-16T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:00:11.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ver, viver e reviver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        A vida é feita de fases. No momento vivo a melhor. Juventude, faculdade, amigos, possíveis amores; mas assim como tudo passa, isso também é efêmero. Por isso, vivo cada dia  intensamente.&lt;br /&gt;     Meus amigos zoam demais meu nome, então para homenageá-los fiz um blog referindo a ele. Meu objetivo ao fazer uma página na internet é simplismente não ter objetivo... o que for vindo na mente posto aqui. Abraços e beijos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395379263321349032-7746859183375673919?l=theklayvenworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7746859183375673919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/ver-viver-e-reviver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/7746859183375673919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395379263321349032/posts/default/7746859183375673919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theklayvenworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/ver-viver-e-reviver.html' title='ver, viver e reviver'/><author><name>Klayven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04177283083878642565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7dmprK7Aqo/TVcPRDQTfDI/AAAAAAAAADg/F3JDFc9GfQA/s220/Snapshot_20110207_13.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
