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quem eu amo não mudasse  nunca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis prever o futuro, consertar o  passado&lt;br /&gt;Calculando os riscos bem devagar,  ponderado&lt;br /&gt;Perfeitamente  equilibrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia qualquer, eu vi que  alguma coisa mudara&lt;br /&gt;Trocaram os nomes das ruas,  e as pessoas tinham outras caras&lt;br /&gt;No céu havia  nove luas&lt;br /&gt;E&amp;nbsp;nunca mais encontrei minha casa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No céu havia nove luas&lt;br /&gt;E&amp;nbsp;nunca  mais encontrei minha casa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Paralamas do Sucesso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-562447324652040107?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/562447324652040107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2012/02/um-pequeno-imprevisto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/562447324652040107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/562447324652040107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2012/02/um-pequeno-imprevisto.html' title='Um pequeno imprevisto'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-1539689025719800759</id><published>2012-01-28T17:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T17:49:31.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dança (Legião Urbana)</title><content type='html'>Nós somos tão modernos&lt;br /&gt;Só não somos sinceros&lt;br /&gt;Nos escondemos mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;É só questão de idade&lt;br /&gt;Passando dessa fase&lt;br /&gt;Tanto fez e tanto faz... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-1539689025719800759?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1539689025719800759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/danca-legiao-urbana.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1539689025719800759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1539689025719800759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/danca-legiao-urbana.html' title='A Dança (Legião Urbana)'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-1554729924240041280</id><published>2012-01-21T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T15:01:52.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasci com dois pares de asas...</title><content type='html'>Sigo a vida conforme o roteiro, sou quase normal por fora, pra ninguém desconfiar. Mas por dentro eu deliro e questiono. Não quero uma vida pequena, um amor pequeno, um alegria que caiba dentro da bolsa. Eu quero mais que isso. Quero o que não vejo. Quero o que não entendo. Quero muito e quero sem fim. Não cresci pra viver mais ou menos, nasci com dois pares de asas, vou aonde eu me levar. Por isso, não me venha com superfícies, nada raso me satisfaz. Eu quero é o mergulho. Entrar de roupa e tudo no infinito que é a vida. E rezar – se ainda acreditar – pra sair ainda bem melhor do outro lado de lá...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-1554729924240041280?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1554729924240041280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/nasci-com-dois-pares-de-asas.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1554729924240041280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1554729924240041280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/nasci-com-dois-pares-de-asas.html' title='Nasci com dois pares de asas...'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-882191100076467514</id><published>2012-01-06T20:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:39:05.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FELICIDADE...</title><content type='html'>É pouco, o que eu estou vivendo ainda não tem nome =D&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado meu Deus por tudo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-882191100076467514?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/882191100076467514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/felicidade.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/882191100076467514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/882191100076467514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2012/01/felicidade.html' title='FELICIDADE...'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-7813794981590015046</id><published>2011-12-27T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T06:12:57.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tira essa bermuda que eu quero você sério...&amp;nbsp; ♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-7813794981590015046?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7813794981590015046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/tira-essa-bermuda-que-eu-quero-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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destino&lt;br /&gt;Começaram a soprar&lt;br /&gt;Nosso tempo de menino&lt;br /&gt;Foi ficando para trás&lt;br /&gt;Com a força de um moinho&lt;br /&gt;Que trabalha devagar&lt;br /&gt;Vai buscar o teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Nunca olha para trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o tempo voa nas asas de um avião&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevoa os campos da destruição&lt;br /&gt;É um mensageiro das almas dos que virão ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;Depois de nós...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-3698547421488581917?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3698547421488581917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/tempo.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3698547421488581917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3698547421488581917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/12/tempo.html' title='Tempo...'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-1645640426698716304</id><published>2011-11-27T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T19:24:43.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que me faz feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Aquela pessoa que sabe te fazer sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Que fica o tempo inteiro te dando carinho e que antes de dormir te diz Boa noite, eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;E  quando acorda a primeira coisa que faz é te dar um bom dia com um beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que ficamos horas e horas rindo, que a intimidade passa todas as barreias&lt;br /&gt;Que eu fico beijando enquanto dorme&lt;br /&gt;E  durmo agarrado toda a noite sem largar um instante&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não canso de dar carinho&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero ser amigo e compnheiro por muito e muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Aquela  pessoa que tu abraça e esquece de tudo que existe fora daquelas paredes&lt;br /&gt;Que só no abraço te faz arrepiar e que deita no teu ombro antes de adormecer&lt;br /&gt;E acordar do lado dele, me faz me sentir a pessoa mais feliz do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que não sinto nojo em beijar ele fedido de suor&lt;br /&gt;Que me chama de elefante e mesmo assim eu não deixo de amar&lt;br /&gt;Que se tivesse o poder faria o mundo parar no momento que a gente tá junto&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca amei ninguém como eu te amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-1645640426698716304?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1645640426698716304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-que-me-faz-feliz.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1645640426698716304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1645640426698716304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-que-me-faz-feliz.html' title='O que me faz feliz'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-70971695987586489</id><published>2011-10-24T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T04:28:34.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KdNFUS7dnWU/TqVL0DkK8mI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Csi8rC4U9Q8/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KdNFUS7dnWU/TqVL0DkK8mI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Csi8rC4U9Q8/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Para onde quer que se olhe deve haver algo que nos faça feliz. E ponto final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-70971695987586489?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/70971695987586489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/para-onde-quer-que-se-olhe-deve-haver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/70971695987586489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/70971695987586489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/10/para-onde-quer-que-se-olhe-deve-haver.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KdNFUS7dnWU/TqVL0DkK8mI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Csi8rC4U9Q8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-8780095129701074023</id><published>2011-09-25T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:07:40.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>João de Barro</title><content type='html'>O meu desafio é andar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Esperar no tempo os nossos destinos&lt;br /&gt;Não olhar pra trás, esperar a paz&lt;br /&gt;O que me traz&lt;br /&gt;A ausência do seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traz nas asas um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo eu sendo menino aprendi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh meu Deus me traz de volta essa menina&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo que eu tenho é o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;João de Barro eu te entendo agora&lt;br /&gt;Por favor me ensine como guardar meu amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-8780095129701074023?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8780095129701074023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/09/joao-de-barro.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/8780095129701074023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/8780095129701074023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/09/joao-de-barro.html' title='João de Barro'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-6188039199131105310</id><published>2011-09-15T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T05:30:58.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que tudo nessa vida seja eterno enquanto dure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-6188039199131105310?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6188039199131105310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/09/que-tudo-nessa-vida-seja-eterno.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/6188039199131105310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/6188039199131105310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/09/que-tudo-nessa-vida-seja-eterno.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-9201605072403912984</id><published>2011-09-11T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:09:39.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perto o suficiente para iniciar uma guerra,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu tenho está no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Só Deus sabe o porquê de estarmos lutando. (Adele)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-9201605072403912984?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/9201605072403912984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/09/perto-o-suficiente-para-iniciar-uma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/9201605072403912984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/9201605072403912984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/09/perto-o-suficiente-para-iniciar-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-406697232395811598</id><published>2011-09-06T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T07:36:13.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Seu algumas pessoas se afastarem de você, não fique triste, isso é a resposta da oração:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Livrai-me de todo mal, amém."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-406697232395811598?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/406697232395811598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/09/seu-algumas-pessoas-se-afastarem-de.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/406697232395811598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/406697232395811598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/09/seu-algumas-pessoas-se-afastarem-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-6504120984530531808</id><published>2011-08-27T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T07:22:43.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um conselho:</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NUNCA PARE DE DANÇAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVHjdMIpcOU/Tlj9JRlkSEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AKd69p3m9ls/s1600/imagesCAXQT1H5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645540468690536514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVHjdMIpcOU/Tlj9JRlkSEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AKd69p3m9ls/s200/imagesCAXQT1H5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-6504120984530531808?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6504120984530531808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/um-conselho.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/6504120984530531808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/6504120984530531808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/um-conselho.html' title='Um conselho:'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RVHjdMIpcOU/Tlj9JRlkSEI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/AKd69p3m9ls/s72-c/imagesCAXQT1H5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-8759375767918646453</id><published>2011-08-24T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T05:10:37.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Flores Do Mal</title><content type='html'>Eu quis você&lt;br /&gt;E me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Você não viu&lt;br /&gt;E eu não senti&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito nem vou julgar&lt;br /&gt;Você sorriu, ficou e quis me provocar&lt;br /&gt;Quis dar uma volta em todo o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é bem assim que as coisas são&lt;br /&gt;Seu interesse é só traição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mentir é fácil demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua indecência não serve mais&lt;br /&gt;Tão decadente e tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;Quais são as regras? O que ficou ?&lt;br /&gt;O seu cinismo essa sedução&lt;br /&gt;O que ficou é esse modelito da estação passada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu perfume barato, teus truques banais&lt;br /&gt;Você acabou ficando pra trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renato Russo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-8759375767918646453?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8759375767918646453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-flores-do-mal.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/8759375767918646453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/8759375767918646453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-flores-do-mal.html' title='As Flores Do Mal'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-3950051135680331226</id><published>2011-08-21T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:40:09.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo...</title><content type='html'>"O tempo não cura tudo. Aliás, o tempo não cura nada, o tempo apenas tira o incurável do centro das atenções"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-3950051135680331226?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3950051135680331226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3950051135680331226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3950051135680331226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-tempo.html' title='O tempo...'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-5194374406000151708</id><published>2011-08-14T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T09:08:34.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não há nada melhor no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Do que acordar, e olhar o teu rosto de sono&lt;br /&gt;E te dar um beijo de bom dia&lt;br /&gt;Não tem explicação! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-5194374406000151708?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5194374406000151708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-ha-nada-melhor-no-mundo-do-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/5194374406000151708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/5194374406000151708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-ha-nada-melhor-no-mundo-do-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-6229320337559955575</id><published>2011-08-11T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T19:11:45.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_v2eKup544/TkSLvKivSNI/AAAAAAAAAUA/RuUp5Hu5h4Q/s1600/meu%2Banjo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_v2eKup544/TkSLvKivSNI/AAAAAAAAAUA/RuUp5Hu5h4Q/s200/meu%2Banjo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639786275774875858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Às vezes no silêncio da noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico imaginando nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico ali sonhando acordado&lt;br /&gt;Juntando o antes, o agora e o depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-6229320337559955575?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6229320337559955575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-vezes-no-silencio-da-noite-eu-fico.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/6229320337559955575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/6229320337559955575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-vezes-no-silencio-da-noite-eu-fico.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_v2eKup544/TkSLvKivSNI/AAAAAAAAAUA/RuUp5Hu5h4Q/s72-c/meu%2Banjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-320320156444943203</id><published>2011-08-09T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:36:06.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Dia que não terminou.</title><content type='html'>Vídeo clip dos Detonautas passado pela Enfermeira para mostrar como a violência no trânsito mata muitas pessoas a cada dia e entre eles a maioria são jovens. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NQHphbC6g6o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-320320156444943203?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/320320156444943203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-dia-que-nao-terminou.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/320320156444943203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/320320156444943203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-dia-que-nao-terminou.html' title='O Dia que não terminou.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NQHphbC6g6o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-2686865344814085377</id><published>2011-08-07T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T18:15:07.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo...</title><content type='html'>Melhor amigo da vida pois é com ele que tudo se ajeita ao seu devido lugar&lt;br /&gt;É com ele que reconhecemos e acreditamos em pessoas que passam pela nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;E quando passam percebemos que essa pessoa não tem que passar e sim permanecer nela. ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-2686865344814085377?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2686865344814085377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/tempo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2686865344814085377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2686865344814085377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/tempo.html' title='Tempo...'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-2399638240072996755</id><published>2011-08-04T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T20:19:36.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xsd2Dh_xDe8/TjthPcXIywI/AAAAAAAAATk/mObDwYMWNd4/s1600/amor.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: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xsd2Dh_xDe8/TjthPcXIywI/AAAAAAAAATk/mObDwYMWNd4/s200/amor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637206276523477762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Adoro essa sua cara de sono&lt;br /&gt;E o timbre da sua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Até parece que você já tinha&lt;br /&gt;O meu manual de instruções&lt;br /&gt;Porque você decifra os meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Porque você sabe o que eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;E porque quando você me abraça&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira devagar... ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;UVL //&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-2399638240072996755?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2399638240072996755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/adoro-essa-sua-cara-de-sono-e-o-timbre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2399638240072996755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2399638240072996755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/adoro-essa-sua-cara-de-sono-e-o-timbre.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xsd2Dh_xDe8/TjthPcXIywI/AAAAAAAAATk/mObDwYMWNd4/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-1494751836709974310</id><published>2011-08-03T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T19:16:03.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Fiquei Esperando Meu Amor Passar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Se fiquei esperando meu amor passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já me basta que então, eu não sabia&lt;br /&gt;Amar e me via perdido e vivendo em erro&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer me machucar de novo&lt;br /&gt;Por culpa do amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas você e eu podemos namorar.&lt;br /&gt;E era simples: ficamos fortes.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se aprende a amar&lt;br /&gt;O mundo passa a ser seu&lt;br /&gt;Quando se aprende a amar&lt;br /&gt;O mundo passa a ser seu&lt;br /&gt;Sei rimar romã com travesseiro&lt;br /&gt;Quero a minha nação soberana&lt;br /&gt;Com espaço, nobreza e descanso.&lt;br /&gt;Se fiquei esperando meu amor passar&lt;br /&gt;Já me basta que estava então longe de sereno&lt;br /&gt;E fiquei tanto tempo duvidando de mim&lt;br /&gt;Por fazer amor fazer sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Começo a ficar livre&lt;br /&gt;Espero. Acho que sim.&lt;br /&gt;De olhos fechados não me vejo e,&lt;br /&gt;Você sorriu pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-1494751836709974310?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1494751836709974310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/se-fiquei-esperando-meu-amor-passar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1494751836709974310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1494751836709974310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/se-fiquei-esperando-meu-amor-passar.html' title='Se Fiquei Esperando Meu Amor Passar'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-982089957468635916</id><published>2011-08-02T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T20:17:54.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Estrada (Marisa Monte)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0sPJZDEFzk/Tji90bMBBUI/AAAAAAAAATc/Iquvi4seghk/s1600/images%2B%25281%2529.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: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0sPJZDEFzk/Tji90bMBBUI/AAAAAAAAATc/Iquvi4seghk/s200/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636463642003178818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Ela vai voltar, vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;E se demorar, i'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Ela vem, e ninguém mais bela&lt;br /&gt;Baby, i wanna be yours tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Sem botão, no tempo&lt;br /&gt;No topo, no chão&lt;br /&gt;Em cada escada&lt;br /&gt;A caminhada&lt;br /&gt;A pé&lt;br /&gt;De caminhão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Seu horário nunca é cedo&lt;br /&gt;Aonde estou?&lt;br /&gt;E quando escondo&lt;br /&gt;A minha olheira&lt;br /&gt;É pra colher amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Sala, sem ela, tem janela&lt;br /&gt;Inclino, em cerca de atenção&lt;br /&gt;Ela vem, e ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela vem&lt;br /&gt;Em minha direção&lt;br /&gt;Sala, sem ela tem&lt;br /&gt;Janela inclino&lt;br /&gt;Em cerca de atenção&lt;br /&gt;Ela vem, e ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Mais bela vem&lt;br /&gt;Em minha direção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Sem botão, no tempo&lt;br /&gt;No topo, no chão&lt;br /&gt;Em cada escada&lt;br /&gt;A caminhada&lt;br /&gt;De caminhão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Seu horário nunca é cedo&lt;br /&gt;Aonde estou?&lt;br /&gt;E quando escondo&lt;br /&gt;A minha olheira&lt;br /&gt;É pra colher amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Sala, sem ela, tem janela&lt;br /&gt;Inclino, em cerca de atenção&lt;br /&gt;Ela vem, e ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela vem&lt;br /&gt;Em minha direção&lt;br /&gt;Sala, sem ela tem&lt;br /&gt;Janela inclino&lt;br /&gt;Em cerca de atenção&lt;br /&gt;Ela vem, e ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Mais bela vem&lt;br /&gt;Em minha direção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-982089957468635916?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/982089957468635916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/na-estrada-marisa-monte_02.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/982089957468635916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/982089957468635916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/na-estrada-marisa-monte_02.html' title='Na Estrada (Marisa Monte)'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0sPJZDEFzk/Tji90bMBBUI/AAAAAAAAATc/Iquvi4seghk/s72-c/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-3422169113893436875</id><published>2011-08-02T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T14:38:07.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa Julina Caps (Centro de Atenção Psicossocial)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRNstYAtaE4/TjhtjsE-pAI/AAAAAAAAATU/P8IaVdnsQ6Y/s1600/imagem%2Bcaps.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: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRNstYAtaE4/TjhtjsE-pAI/AAAAAAAAATU/P8IaVdnsQ6Y/s200/imagem%2Bcaps.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636375393549067266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Na tarde de sexta-feira (22), das 14h às 18h, no pátio do Centro de Saúde foi realizada mais uma edição da Festa Julina da Integração, promovida pelo Centro de Atenção Psicossocial (CAPS) e Secretária Municipal de Saúde (Sesma).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O evento, como o próprio nome já diz, é uma festividade de integração, unindo todos os departamentos da Saúde Municipal. A coordenadora do Caps, Elinar Maria Stracke, que também coordenou a festa, disse que o objetivo foi de integrar os funcionários que trabalham na Sesma com os trabalhadores e pessoas que são atendidas pelo Caps. Familiares de usuários do Caps também participaram do evento, no qual cada departamento da Sesma ficou responsável por uma tenda. Segundo Elinar a festa possui um diferencial, com brincadeiras e feira de alimentação totalmente gratuita, fazendo do evento uma verdadeira integração. Durante a tarde foi possível muita diversão com brincadeiras, como corrida do saco e casamento na roça. Atualmente são atendidas pelo Caps uma média de 450 pessoas, portadoras de comportamento psíquico grave, sendo que no Ambulatório da Saúde Mental, cerca de 24 mil pessoas de Uruguaiana e região estão inscritas, as quais recebem atendimento. A informação é da coordenadora Elinar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-3422169113893436875?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3422169113893436875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/festa-julina-caps-centro-de-atencao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3422169113893436875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3422169113893436875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/festa-julina-caps-centro-de-atencao.html' title='Festa Julina Caps (Centro de Atenção Psicossocial)'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRNstYAtaE4/TjhtjsE-pAI/AAAAAAAAATU/P8IaVdnsQ6Y/s72-c/imagem%2Bcaps.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-4262849862561503637</id><published>2011-08-01T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:38:59.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crônica Do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ninguém ama outra pessoa pelas qualidades que ela tem, caso contrário os honestos, simpáticos e não fumantes teriam uma fila de pretendentes batendo a porta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor não é chegado a fazer contas, não obedece à razão. O verdadeiro amor acontece por empatia, por magnetismo, por conjunção estelar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém ama outra pessoa porque ela é educada, veste-se bem e é fã do Caetano. Isso são só referenciais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ama-se pelo cheiro, pelo mistério, pela paz que o outro lhe dá, ou pelo tormento que provoca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ama-se pelo tom de voz, pela maneira que os olhos piscam, pela fragilidade que se revela quando menos se espera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você ama aquela petulante. Você escreveu dúzias de cartas que ela não respondeu, você deu flores que ela deixou a seco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você gosta de rock e ela de chorinho, você gosta de praia e ela tem alergia a sol, você abomina Natal e ela detesta o Ano Novo, nem no ódio vocês combinam. Então?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então, que ela tem um jeito de sorrir que o deixa imobilizado, o beijo dela é mais viciante do que LSD, você adora brigar com ela e ela adora implicar com você. Isso tem nome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você ama aquele cafajeste. Ele diz que vai e não liga, ele veste o primeiro trapo que encontra no armário. Ele não emplaca uma semana nos empregos, está sempre duro, e é meio galinha. Ele não tem a menor vocação para príncipe encantado e ainda assim você não consegue despachá-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando a mão dele toca na sua nuca, você derrete feito manteiga. Ele toca gaita na boca, adora animais e escreve poemas. Por que você ama este cara?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não pergunte pra mim você é inteligente. Lê livros, revistas, jornais. Gosta dos filmes dos irmãos Coen e do Robert Altman, mas sabe que uma boa comédia romântica também tem seu valor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É bonita. Seu cabelo nasceu para ser sacudido num comercial de xampu e seu corpo tem todas as curvas no lugar. Independente, emprego fixo, bom saldo no banco. Gosta de viajar, de música, tem loucura por computador e seu fettucine ao pesto é imbatível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você tem bom humor, não pega no pé de ninguém e adora sexo. Com um currículo desse, criatura, por que está sem um amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, o amor, essa raposa. Quem dera o amor não fosse um sentimento, mas uma equação matemática: eu linda + você inteligente = dois apaixonados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não funciona assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amar não requer conhecimento prévio nem consulta ao SPC. Ama-se justamente pelo que o Amor tem de indefinível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestos existem aos milhares, generosos têm às pencas, bons motoristas e bons pais de família, tá assim, ó!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ninguém consegue ser do jeito que o amor da sua vida é! Pense nisso. Pedir é a maneira mais eficaz de merecer. É a contingência maior de quem precisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arnaldo Jabor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-4262849862561503637?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4262849862561503637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/cronica-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/4262849862561503637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/4262849862561503637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/08/cronica-do-amor.html' title='Crônica Do Amor'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-1563547551822524807</id><published>2011-07-27T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T16:16:04.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luis Vaz de Camões</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver,&lt;br /&gt;é ferida que dói, e não se sente;&lt;br /&gt;é um contentamento descontente,&lt;br /&gt;é dor que desatina sem doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um não querer mais que bem querer;&lt;br /&gt;é um andar solitário entre a gente;&lt;br /&gt;é nunca contentar-se de contente;&lt;br /&gt;é um cuidar que ganha em se perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É querer estar preso por vontade;&lt;br /&gt;é servir a quem vence, o vencedor;&lt;br /&gt;é ter com quem nos mata, lealdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como causar pode seu favor&lt;br /&gt;nos corações humanos amizade,&lt;br /&gt;se tão contrário a si é o mesmo Amor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-1563547551822524807?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1563547551822524807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/luis-vaz-de-camoes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1563547551822524807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1563547551822524807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/luis-vaz-de-camoes.html' title='Luis Vaz de Camões'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-6896486560325642344</id><published>2011-07-25T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T16:56:11.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É o que eu sinto e ponto final.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmcGowMRA9w/Ti4CbMLjdBI/AAAAAAAAATI/YPEcYgK1ER4/s1600/casal-maos-dadas1.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: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmcGowMRA9w/Ti4CbMLjdBI/AAAAAAAAATI/YPEcYgK1ER4/s200/casal-maos-dadas1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633442850036478994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu te chamo quando preciso de ti, meu coração está em chamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você vem para mim, vem pra mim selvagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando você vem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me dá tudo o que preciso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me dá uma vida inteira de promessas ... e um mundo de sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fala na linguagem do amor como só você sabe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E isso não pode estar errado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pegue meu coração e o fortaleça ... amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é simplesmente o melhor, melhor do que todo o resto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melhor do que qualquer um, qualquer um que eu tenha conhecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu estou preso em seu coração, agarrado a cada palavra que você diz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos separar? Eu preferia estar morto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em seu coração eu vejo a estrela de toda noite e todo o dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em seus olhos eu me perco, eu sumo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que eu estou em teus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não poderia estar em lugar melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é simplesmente o melhor, melhor do que todo o resto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melhor do que qualquer um, qualquer um que eu tenha conhecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu estou preso em seu coração, agarrado a cada palavra que você diz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos separar? Eu preferia estar morto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada vez que você me deixa eu fico louco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você vai embora com meu coração e minha alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu posso te sentir mesmo quando estou sozinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor ... não vá embora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu te amo! //&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-6896486560325642344?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6896486560325642344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-o-que-eu-sinto-e-ponto-final.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/6896486560325642344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/6896486560325642344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-o-que-eu-sinto-e-ponto-final.html' title='É o que eu sinto e ponto final.'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmcGowMRA9w/Ti4CbMLjdBI/AAAAAAAAATI/YPEcYgK1ER4/s72-c/casal-maos-dadas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-2386851653775993194</id><published>2011-07-24T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T11:20:59.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula Fernandes</title><content type='html'>Eu amo Renato Russo, mas em conceito de voz essa menina superou ele, no meu ponto de vista.&lt;br /&gt;Voz encantadora e letras lindas!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:6;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AA8N4Y2iKnA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-2386851653775993194?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2386851653775993194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/paula-fernandes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2386851653775993194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2386851653775993194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/paula-fernandes.html' title='Paula Fernandes'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AA8N4Y2iKnA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-3114324898553638714</id><published>2011-07-24T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T07:11:37.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Homem nenhum pode ser feliz sem um amigo, nem pode estar certo desse amigo enquanto não for infeliz. (Thomas Jefferson)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-3114324898553638714?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3114324898553638714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/homem-nenhum-pode-ser-feliz-sem-um.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3114324898553638714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3114324898553638714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/homem-nenhum-pode-ser-feliz-sem-um.html' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MU5wqbLxKsQ/TiseFiIcFOI/AAAAAAAAATA/onL1itGWRjQ/s200/img_4863_62nazareth_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632628839367316706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   color: rgb(104, 104, 104); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Será que eu estou legal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Eu irei para qualquer lugar que você quiser me levar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Vou me salvar, fugir, escapar de mansinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Porque eu me sinto ótimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Eu irei para qualquer lugar que você quiser me mandar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Leve-me, bem distante, em fuga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Nós estamos afastados todas as noites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Tentando evitar um contato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Toque-me, deixe-me senti-la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Porque eu quero ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Deixe que todos comecem a falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Nós não nos revelaremos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Nosso amor leva à loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que você está legal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Você pode ver-me ao olhar em seu espelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Loucura, tente encontrar uma maneira para que seu coração não sofra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Fugir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;Você não se revelará&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Nosso amor leva à loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Voe por todo mar e volte aqui&lt;br /&gt;Voe por todo mar e volte aqui&lt;br /&gt;Pro meu peito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Se você for, vou te esperar&lt;br /&gt;Com o pensamento que só fica em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Aquele dia, um algo mais&lt;br /&gt;Algo que eu não poderia prever&lt;br /&gt;Você passou perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sem que eu pudesse entender&lt;br /&gt;Levou os meus sentidos todos pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Mudou a minha vida e mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Pedi ao vento pra trazer você aqui&lt;br /&gt;Morando nos meus sonhos e na minha memória&lt;br /&gt;Pedi ao vento pra trazer você pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Vento traz você de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;O Vento faz do meu mundo um novo&lt;br /&gt;E voe por todo o mar e volte aqui&lt;br /&gt;E voe por todo o mar e volte aqui&lt;br /&gt;Pro meu peito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"&gt;Composição: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px;"&gt;Márcio Buzelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  line-height: 15px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-5751636271786670407?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5751636271786670407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-vento.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/5751636271786670407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/5751636271786670407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-vento.html' title='O Vento'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-1554008816765388340</id><published>2011-07-19T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T18:48:51.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor entre homens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVsCdMcPe_k/TiYzqV_jRGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/L-9_GQav5Uo/s1600/images%2B%25281%2529.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: 197px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVsCdMcPe_k/TiYzqV_jRGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/L-9_GQav5Uo/s200/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631245186624603234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garanto a vocês que muitos ao ler o titulo do texto, logo vão lembrar da novela "Insensato Coração" e foi de lá mesmo que surgiu  minha inspiração para esse texto.&lt;/div&gt;Como é lindo o amor e a forma como ele surge, não importa se é entre dois homens ou entre duas mulheres ou em casais heteros que são taxados como "normais" pela sociedade... gente por favor toda a forma de amor é válida e como eu acho lindo o amor entre dois homens. Ainda mais quando são homens mesmo que nem os da novela... vestimentas de homens e atitudes também.&lt;br /&gt;Isso mostra que um homossexual não precisa usar uma saia e escrever na testa: Eeei eu sou gay!&lt;div&gt;Sei que o que vou escrever agora pode ser uma forma de preconceito, mas não gosto de ver meninos vestidos de mulheres, tudo bem que todos tem o direito de serem felizes da forma e do modo que cada um julga ser certo. Mas não há necessidade de se expor desse modo e dessa forma. Eu sou gay e não tenho vergonha de dizer isso, mas sei até onde eu posso me expor, e o que mais valorizo em um homossexual é a sua descrição. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E acredito que chegará o dia em que as pessoas não vão julgar as pessoas pela opção sexual e sim pelo caráter, pelos sentimentos, pelas atitudes e outra coisinha :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OPÇÃO SEXUAL NÃO MUDA ÍNDOLE DE NINGUÉM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-1554008816765388340?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1554008816765388340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/amor-entre-homens.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1554008816765388340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1554008816765388340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/amor-entre-homens.html' title='Amor entre homens'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVsCdMcPe_k/TiYzqV_jRGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/L-9_GQav5Uo/s72-c/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-4451465238314309189</id><published>2011-07-17T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T08:31:49.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A cura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R8PplZktqV8/TiL_eCcD4tI/AAAAAAAAASo/Y7QjjoYmT3s/s1600/Cena02.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: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R8PplZktqV8/TiL_eCcD4tI/AAAAAAAAASo/Y7QjjoYmT3s/s200/Cena02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630343375682265810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Existirá&lt;br /&gt;Em todo porto se estiará&lt;br /&gt;A velha bandeira da vida&lt;br /&gt;Acenderá&lt;br /&gt;Todo farol iluminará&lt;br /&gt;Uma ponta de esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;E se virá&lt;br /&gt;Será quando menos se esperar&lt;br /&gt;Da onde ninguém imagina&lt;br /&gt;Demolirá&lt;br /&gt;Toda certeza vã&lt;br /&gt;Não sobrará&lt;br /&gt;Pedra sobre pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Enquanto isso&lt;br /&gt;Não nos custa insistir&lt;br /&gt;Na questão do desejo&lt;br /&gt;Não deixar se extinguir&lt;br /&gt;Desafiando de vez a noção&lt;br /&gt;Na qual se crê&lt;br /&gt;Que o inferno é aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Existirá&lt;br /&gt;E toda raça então experimentará&lt;br /&gt;Para todo mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;A cura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-4451465238314309189?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4451465238314309189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/cura.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/4451465238314309189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/4451465238314309189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/cura.html' title='A cura'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R8PplZktqV8/TiL_eCcD4tI/AAAAAAAAASo/Y7QjjoYmT3s/s72-c/Cena02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-1197993396702221822</id><published>2011-07-16T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T09:15:31.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beleza da vida</title><content type='html'>Como a vida é fascinante em sua forma de ser... mesmo havendo momentos de tristezas e angústias&lt;br /&gt;Acredito muito que tudo que passamos na vida é questão de evolução, muitas vezes as pessoas me falam:  nossa essa tua calma com as situações me irritam... mas o meu jeito de pensar é diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que passamos seja coisas boas ou ruins, é tudo questão de aprendizagem. Hoje em dia quando acontece situações que me deixam tristes não pergunto por que comigo? e sim eu tenho que passar por isso. Tentem pensar assim garanto a todos que a vida será bela na sua forma de ser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-1197993396702221822?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1197993396702221822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/beleza-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1197993396702221822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1197993396702221822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/beleza-da-vida.html' title='Beleza da vida'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-4543807251509133041</id><published>2011-07-14T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T18:30:31.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diz tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 19px; "&gt;Eu já sonhei com a vida&lt;br /&gt;Agora vivo um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Mas viver ou sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Com você, tanto faz... ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-4543807251509133041?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4543807251509133041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/diz-tudo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/4543807251509133041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/4543807251509133041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/diz-tudo.html' title='Diz tudo'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-7164807416620950747</id><published>2011-07-13T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T06:00:14.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Espero... Não sei se tenho tempo&lt;br /&gt;Espero ... poder estar atento&lt;br /&gt;Pra lhe ouvir falar as coisas que eu não entendo !&lt;br /&gt;Por que você me olha desse jeito&lt;br /&gt;Como se você quisesse alguma coisa...&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa que eu tenho ou não&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa que eu...&lt;br /&gt;...Tenho, que encontrar o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu possa compreender&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho as coisas que...&lt;br /&gt;eu não entendo!&lt;br /&gt;Por que o amor é passageiro&lt;br /&gt;De viagens sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Como filmes sem roteiro&lt;br /&gt;Eu... Seria bem melhor assim&lt;br /&gt;Se tivesse você junto a mim&lt;br /&gt;Talvez procurasse entender&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não entendo!&lt;br /&gt;Por que o amor é passageiro&lt;br /&gt;De viagens sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Como filmes sem roteiro ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero ...não sei se tenho tempo não&lt;br /&gt;Espero ...poder estar atento&lt;br /&gt;Pra lhe ouvir falar de coisas que...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não entendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-7164807416620950747?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7164807416620950747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/espero.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/7164807416620950747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/7164807416620950747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/espero.html' title='Espero'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-5056052853549321410</id><published>2011-07-11T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:37:35.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engenheiros do Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 19px; "&gt;Vamos duvidar de tudo o que é certo&lt;br /&gt;Vamos namorar à luz do pólo petroquímico&lt;br /&gt;Voltar pra casa num navio fantasma&lt;br /&gt;Vamos todo mundo... ninguém pode faltar... ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-5056052853549321410?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5056052853549321410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/engenheiros-do-hawaii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/5056052853549321410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/5056052853549321410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/engenheiros-do-hawaii.html' title='Engenheiros do Hawaii'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-1247419021263731838</id><published>2011-07-08T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T04:19:15.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinceridade</title><content type='html'>A minha essência é sincera de falar as coisas quando acho que devo falar e não tenho  filtro entre o cérebro e a língua... e muitas vezes por ser sincero demais acabo falando demais em uma relação.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é um defeito ou uma qualidade? Me ajudem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-1247419021263731838?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1247419021263731838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinceridade.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1247419021263731838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1247419021263731838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinceridade.html' title='Sinceridade'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-3422430915211416153</id><published>2011-07-06T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:15:13.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Clandestino (Maná)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Sentindo o que há muito tempo não sentia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres inevitable amor&lt;br /&gt;casi como respirar,&lt;br /&gt;casi como respirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegué a tus playas impuntual&lt;br /&gt;pero no me rendiré:&lt;br /&gt;Soy tu amor clandestino,&lt;br /&gt;soy el viento sin destino&lt;br /&gt;que se cuela en tu faldas mi amor,&lt;br /&gt;un soñador, un clandestino&lt;br /&gt;que se juega hasta la vida mi amor,&lt;br /&gt;clandestino. Amada, amada amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor clandestino en el silencio, el dolor&lt;br /&gt;se nos cae todo el cielo de esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Inevitable casi como respirar&lt;br /&gt;se nos cae todo el cielo&lt;br /&gt;de tanto esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Clandestino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El universo conspiró inevitable corazón,&lt;br /&gt;clandestino eterno amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero me duele no gritar tu nombre en toda libertad,&lt;br /&gt;bajo sospecha hay que callar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te sueño piel con piel,&lt;br /&gt;ahogado en besos y tus risas amor.&lt;br /&gt;Y me hundo en el calor&lt;br /&gt;que hay en tus mundos, en tu mar,&lt;br /&gt;llorando en silencio, temblando tu ausencia,&lt;br /&gt;rogándole al cielo y finjiendo estar muy bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor clandestino en el silencio, el dolor&lt;br /&gt;se nos cae todo el cielo de tanto esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Inevitable caasi como respirar,&lt;br /&gt;se nos cae todo el cielo&lt;br /&gt;de tanto esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Clandestino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te engañes más, ya no te mientas,&lt;br /&gt;Si aire ya pasó, ya pasó.&lt;br /&gt;Y verdad ya no tengas miedo,&lt;br /&gt;sólo tu mantienes mi respiración.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace tanto que yo esperaba al viento, amor.&lt;br /&gt;Cae el llanto del cielo de esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Hace tanto que yo esperé tu luz, amor.&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor, ay amor, ¡Ay amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nos cae todo el cielo,&lt;br /&gt;se nos cae todo el cielo de tanto esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor ya no te engañes,&lt;br /&gt;no te mientas corazón&lt;br /&gt;se nos cae todo el cielo,&lt;br /&gt;entiéndelo amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-3422430915211416153?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3422430915211416153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/amor-clandestino-mana.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3422430915211416153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3422430915211416153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/amor-clandestino-mana.html' title='Amor Clandestino (Maná)'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-4896905004128353764</id><published>2011-07-04T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:56:10.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desigualdade Social</title><content type='html'>Se tem algo que me deixa extremamente revoltado é a desigualdade social &lt;br /&gt;Caaaaara por que uns tem muitos e outros tem tão pouco ?&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse mudar o mundo... me machuca muito ver pessoas sem plano de saúde &lt;br /&gt;Crianças passando frio e fome enquanto há pessoas com palácios, carros do ano &lt;br /&gt;E mais um monte de coisas materiais totalmente insignificante.&lt;br /&gt;É revoltante quando eu ouço: ah que casaco mais lindo ou tipo ah se eu tivesse um carro &lt;br /&gt;Puta que pariu será que não dá pra pensar só por um momento na quantidade de pessoas que estão lá fora... passando frio, fome, sem um pedaço de pão pra comer &lt;br /&gt;Que alimentam seus filhos com agua e açúcar. &lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente até hoje eu não vi um jovem da minha idade pensando no bem estar do próximo e sim somente em baladas, e roupas, e mais um monte de bobagens &lt;br /&gt;Desculpem o desabafo... mas cada dia que passa eu tenho mais certeza que esse mundo é escroto e sem um pingo de consciência... &lt;br /&gt;Se meu pensamento mudasse o mundo, com certeza o mundo seria sem desigualdade social &lt;br /&gt;Todos teriam as mesmas coisas, os mesmos luxos, as mesmas riquezas, as mesmas roupas. Nada de luxo ou grandes palácios e sim o bem estar normal para se viver bem e feliz &lt;br /&gt;Pensem pelo menos uma vez no dia no bem estar da pessoa que está a um passo de você!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-4896905004128353764?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4896905004128353764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/desigualdade-social.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/4896905004128353764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/4896905004128353764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/desigualdade-social.html' title='Desigualdade Social'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-1046853423379308980</id><published>2011-07-01T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T17:25:21.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1º de Julho</title><content type='html'>Não existe data melhor para essa publicação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo que aprendi&lt;br /&gt;O quanto te ensinei&lt;br /&gt;E é nos teus braços que ele vai saber&lt;br /&gt;Não há por que voltar&lt;br /&gt;Não penso em te seguir&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais a tua insensatez&lt;br /&gt;O que fazes sem pensar aprendeste do olhar&lt;br /&gt;E das palavras que guardei pra ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não penso em me vingar&lt;br /&gt;Não sou assim&lt;br /&gt;A tua insegurança era por mim&lt;br /&gt;Não basta o compromisso,&lt;br /&gt;Vale mais o coração&lt;br /&gt;Já que não me entendes, não me julgues&lt;br /&gt;Não me tentes&lt;br /&gt;O que sabes fazer agora&lt;br /&gt;Veio tudo de nossas horas&lt;br /&gt;Eu não minto, eu não sou assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabia e ninguém viu&lt;br /&gt;Que eu estava a teu lado então&lt;br /&gt;Sou fera, sou bicho, sou anjo e sou mulher&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe e minha filha,&lt;br /&gt;Minha irmã, minha menina&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou minha, só minha e não de quem quiser&lt;br /&gt;Sou Deus, tua Deusa, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Do ventre nasce um novo coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não penso em me vingar &lt;br /&gt;Não sou assim&lt;br /&gt;A tua insegurança era por mim&lt;br /&gt;Não basta o compromisso&lt;br /&gt;Vale mais o coração&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabia e ninguém viu&lt;br /&gt;Que eu estava ao teu lado então&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou fera, sou bicho, sou anjo e sou mulher&lt;br /&gt;Sou minha mãe e minha filha,&lt;br /&gt;Minha irmã, minha menina&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou minha, só minha e não de quem quiser&lt;br /&gt;Sou Deus, tua deusa, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que fazes por sonhar&lt;br /&gt;É o mundo que virá, pra ti.. para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos descobrir o mundo juntos, baby&lt;br /&gt;Quero aprender com o teu pequeno grande coração&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-1046853423379308980?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1046853423379308980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/1-de-julho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1046853423379308980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1046853423379308980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/07/1-de-julho.html' title='1º de Julho'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-5795347579798579929</id><published>2011-06-29T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T19:28:46.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É muito bom...</title><content type='html'>Como é bom estar de bem consigo mesmo e com a própria vida &lt;br /&gt;Nossa, como é bom eu olhar para trás e ver que tudo que passei foi aprendizagem &lt;br /&gt;Houve momentos bons? Sim, claro que sim mas passou &lt;br /&gt;Há lembranças ? Várias e muitas vezes dói... até o momento de aprender a lidar com as mesmas. &lt;br /&gt;Porque afinal o "pra sempre, sempre acaba" e cada dia que passa vejo que estou mais feliz porque aprendi a depositar a felicidade somente em mim e não jogar a minha felicidade em cima de outra pessoa porque isso não existe.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiramente seja feliz consigo mesmo e depois bem depois divida a sua felicidade com alguém que você escolher ou que o destino fazer cruzar o seu caminho. &lt;br /&gt;Um conselho: SIMPLESMENTE VIVA UM DIA DE CADA VEZ e outra coisinha...&lt;br /&gt;"Deus não nos dá um fardo maior do que nós podemos carregar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é isso por hoje ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-5795347579798579929?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5795347579798579929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-muito-bom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/5795347579798579929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/5795347579798579929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-muito-bom.html' title='É muito bom...'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-1154576783500021908</id><published>2011-06-18T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:16:32.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGgJ8bDixs/TfzdWf81-II/AAAAAAAAARg/un_NZnzeGK4/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGgJ8bDixs/TfzdWf81-II/AAAAAAAAARg/un_NZnzeGK4/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619609813655091330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que esse ânimo de amar a Enfermagem e sentir-se bem ajudando o próximo é dom por que quando era criança minha mãe nunca deixava eu ir em hospitais, não deixava eu fazer coisas que crianças da minha idade faziam com medo que eu me machucasse e visse sangue... confesso que tinha medo quando menor mas hoje em dia eu amo fazer parte dessa linda e maravilhosa profissão.&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada melhor nesse mundo do que receber um carinho de um paciente nosso, ou cuidar e ver o resultado a cada dia que passa e saber que tu ajudou em cada passo de sua recuperação! &lt;br /&gt;EU AMO O QUE EU FAÇO ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-1154576783500021908?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1154576783500021908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/dom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1154576783500021908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1154576783500021908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/dom.html' title='Dom'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QZGgJ8bDixs/TfzdWf81-II/AAAAAAAAARg/un_NZnzeGK4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-2379755922063935411</id><published>2011-06-12T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:02:09.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCWC_d3Tw64/TfWLf4lQNNI/AAAAAAAAARY/JOdpH7H_ymg/s1600/254430_215645748469122_100000710961825_688629_1002588_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCWC_d3Tw64/TfWLf4lQNNI/AAAAAAAAARY/JOdpH7H_ymg/s200/254430_215645748469122_100000710961825_688629_1002588_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617549490095404242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Caps "Asas da Liberdade" íniciou suas atividades em Outubro de 2002.&lt;br /&gt;É um serviço criado para diminuir gradativamente as internações psquiátricas a promover a inserção dos usuários no convívio familiar e social.&lt;br /&gt;O projeto do CAPS "Asas da Liberdade" de Uruguaiana se efetiva através de uma equipe multidisciplinar, que conta com trabalhadores sociais, que além de suas especialidades se propõem a atuar dentro de uma relação terapêutica mais próximo do usúario e familiar.&lt;br /&gt;A Proposta de trabalho do CAPS II "Asas da Liberdade" baseia-se no tripé: Equipe Interdisciplinar, Família e Projeto Terapêutico Individual.&lt;br /&gt;Um Centro de Atenção Psicossocial (CAPS), constitui serviço extra-hospitalar de assistência pública, aos problemas de saúde mental, individual e coletiva.&lt;br /&gt;É uma unidade regionalizada, com uma população de abrangência definida.&lt;br /&gt;Local para onde se referenciam os usúarios oriundos de instituições, demandas espontâneas e de outros serviços da rede SUS.&lt;br /&gt;Diferencia-se do Ambulatório Especializado em Saúde Mental quanto a assistência interdisciplinar e integral, bem como a participação de família e da comunidade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo isso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-2379755922063935411?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2379755922063935411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/caps.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2379755922063935411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2379755922063935411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/caps.html' title='Caps'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FCWC_d3Tw64/TfWLf4lQNNI/AAAAAAAAARY/JOdpH7H_ymg/s72-c/254430_215645748469122_100000710961825_688629_1002588_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-1595752310757436627</id><published>2011-06-10T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T15:28:04.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta de humanidade</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu estava voltando para casa depois do trabalho e o ônibus estava super lotado... até ai tudo bem, foi quando embarcou uma menina super jovem, com o seu filho que acho que tinha uns 4 anos no máximo... e ela sentou o menino no degrau onde fica o cobrador CARA! achei aquilo um absurdo e ninguém fez questão de levantar a bunda do banco para dar o lugar para a menina e o filho dela &lt;br /&gt;Nossa... que falta de humanização dessa gente quando percebi isso na hora levantei e chamei a moça: Moça pode sentar aqui com o menino eu fico em pé.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso que o mundo não vai para a frente as pessoas pensam só nos próprios narizes.&lt;br /&gt;Situação revoltante... mas cabeça e coração aliviado fiz o que era certo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-1595752310757436627?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1595752310757436627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/falta-de-humanidade.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1595752310757436627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1595752310757436627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/falta-de-humanidade.html' title='Falta de humanidade'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-8781378424572161899</id><published>2011-06-09T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T18:09:42.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas Novas (Cazuza)</title><content type='html'>Poetas e loucos aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Cantores do porvir&lt;br /&gt;E mágicos das frases&lt;br /&gt;Endiabradas sem mel&lt;br /&gt;Trago boas novas&lt;br /&gt;Bobagens num papel&lt;br /&gt;Balões incendiados&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que caem do céu&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais nem porquê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria um dia no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Poder te mostrar o meu&lt;br /&gt;Talento pra loucura&lt;br /&gt;Procurar longe do peito&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre fui perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Pra fazer discursos longos&lt;br /&gt;Fazer discursos longos&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o que não fazer&lt;br /&gt;Que é que eu vou fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhoras e senhores&lt;br /&gt;Trago boas novas&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi a cara da morte&lt;br /&gt;E ela estava viva&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi a cara da morte&lt;br /&gt;E ela estava viva - viva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direi milhares de metáforas rimadas&lt;br /&gt;E farei&lt;br /&gt;Das tripas coração&lt;br /&gt;Do medo, minha oração&lt;br /&gt;Pra não sei que Deus "H"&lt;br /&gt;Da hora da partida&lt;br /&gt;Na hora da partida&lt;br /&gt;A tiros de vamos pra vida&lt;br /&gt;Então, vamos pra vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhoras e senhores&lt;br /&gt;Trago boas novas&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi a cara da morte&lt;br /&gt;E ela estava viva&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi a cara da morte&lt;br /&gt;E ela estava viva - viva!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-8781378424572161899?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8781378424572161899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/boas-novas-cazuza.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/8781378424572161899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/8781378424572161899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/boas-novas-cazuza.html' title='Boas Novas (Cazuza)'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-8485224872486324984</id><published>2011-06-08T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T16:59:01.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eduardo e Mônica (Filme)</title><content type='html'>Há 25 anos o casal mais famoso da nossa música era apresentado pela primeira vez ao nosso país.&lt;br /&gt;Essa é uma homenagem da VIVO a todos os Eduardos e Mônicas de um Brasil cada vez mais conectado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;v=zdFOu4fHSIo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-8485224872486324984?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8485224872486324984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/eduardo-e-monica-filme.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/8485224872486324984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/8485224872486324984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/eduardo-e-monica-filme.html' title='Eduardo e Mônica (Filme)'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-8230669878668716424</id><published>2011-06-01T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:52:43.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Dizem que há mundos lá fora, que nem em sonho eu vi. Mas que me importa todo o mundo, se o mundo todo é aqui dentro de mim..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-8230669878668716424?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8230669878668716424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/dizem-que-ha-mundos-la-fora-que-nem-em.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/8230669878668716424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/8230669878668716424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/06/dizem-que-ha-mundos-la-fora-que-nem-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-2033617460943096253</id><published>2011-05-29T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T13:27:31.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balança imaginária</title><content type='html'>Pensando hoje eu vejo que minha vida está melhor que antes&lt;br /&gt;Meus pensamentos estão mais evoluídos, penso um milhão de vezes antes de fazer e falar&lt;br /&gt;Comparando a vida que eu tinha antes e comparando a vida que eu tenho agora&lt;br /&gt;Vejo que hoje eu estou feliz &lt;br /&gt;Apesar dos pesares me sinto bem comigo mesmo e com todos que estão na minha volta &lt;br /&gt;Por isso sempre penso na frase de Chico Xavier "Até isso passa" &lt;br /&gt;Essa frase nos mostra que tudo nessa vida passa, momentos bons, momentos ruins, situações, pessoas, comportamentos &lt;br /&gt;Realmente a vida é uma grande evolução. &lt;br /&gt;Status: Tranqüilo e bem comigo mesmo! &lt;br /&gt;Imagino a vida como uma balança imaginária colocando de um lado a vida de antes e do outro a vida que eu estou levando hoje... com certeza a de hoje pesa mais &lt;br /&gt;E certeza que a de hoje me faz bem, mente sã, corpo são &lt;br /&gt;Coração tranqüilo e pensamento cheio de planos e objetivos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-2033617460943096253?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2033617460943096253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/05/balanca-imaginaria.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2033617460943096253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2033617460943096253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/05/balanca-imaginaria.html' title='Balança imaginária'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-3627051861965649878</id><published>2011-05-23T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T17:54:16.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evolução&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-3627051861965649878?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3627051861965649878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/05/evolucao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3627051861965649878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3627051861965649878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/05/evolucao.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-4987314409500973539</id><published>2011-05-08T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T09:05:51.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deixa que digam&lt;br /&gt;Que pensem, que falem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-4987314409500973539?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4987314409500973539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/05/deixa-que-digam-que-pensem-que-falem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/4987314409500973539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/4987314409500973539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/05/deixa-que-digam-que-pensem-que-falem.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-5990723596367356067</id><published>2011-04-24T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T12:43:50.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assista vale muito a pena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/doe37uAbA8A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca maltrate um filho ou diga que não aceita pelo fato dele ser gay... a pior sensação é perder um filho sem dar um último abraço e sem ter a oportunidade de dizer o quanto o ama. assistam esse vídeo vale muito a pena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-5990723596367356067?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5990723596367356067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/04/assista-vale-muito-pena.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/5990723596367356067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/5990723596367356067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/04/assista-vale-muito-pena.html' title='Assista vale muito a pena!'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/doe37uAbA8A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-7163921211730037336</id><published>2011-04-14T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:51:33.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdendo Dentes (Pato Fu)</title><content type='html'>Acho que eu fico mesmo diferente&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu falo tudo o que penso realmente&lt;br /&gt;Mostro a todo mundo que eu não sei quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Eu uso as palavras de um perdedor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As brigas que ganhei&lt;br /&gt;Nem um troféu&lt;br /&gt;Como lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Pra casa eu levei&lt;br /&gt;As brigas que perdi&lt;br /&gt;Estas sim&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca esqueci&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca esqueci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco adiantou&lt;br /&gt;Acender cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Falar palavrão&lt;br /&gt;Perder a razão&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis ser eu mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Eu quis ser alguém&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou como os outros&lt;br /&gt;Que não são ninguém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-7163921211730037336?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7163921211730037336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/04/perdendo-dentes-pato-fu.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/7163921211730037336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/7163921211730037336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/04/perdendo-dentes-pato-fu.html' title='Perdendo Dentes (Pato Fu)'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-4612498255792189980</id><published>2011-04-08T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T06:30:36.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>‎"Deus não disse que a vida seria fácil, mas sim que valeria a pena."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-4612498255792189980?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/4612498255792189980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/04/deus-nao-disse-que-vida-seria-facil-mas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/4612498255792189980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/4612498255792189980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/04/deus-nao-disse-que-vida-seria-facil-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-560266678906776850</id><published>2011-04-03T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T13:45:19.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter: @anrelramos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-560266678906776850?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-6312646588154685457</id><published>2011-03-20T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:06:21.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que não se pode explicar aos normais</title><content type='html'>O meu querer é complicado demais,&lt;br /&gt;Quero o que não se pode explicar aos normais.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o porquê de tantos porquês,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-6312646588154685457?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/6312646588154685457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-que-nao-se-pode-explicar-aos-normais.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/6312646588154685457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/6312646588154685457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-que-nao-se-pode-explicar-aos-normais.html' title='O que não se pode explicar aos normais'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-5504746067013362098</id><published>2011-03-20T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T08:35:49.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um carinho que não se compara! Obrigado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-5504746067013362098?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/5504746067013362098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-carinho-que-nao-se-compara-obrigado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/5504746067013362098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/5504746067013362098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-carinho-que-nao-se-compara-obrigado.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-2011982721564780491</id><published>2011-03-14T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:01:48.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo perfeito... pelo menos pra mim</title><content type='html'>Eu quero viver em um mundo onde pessoas pudessem cuidar uma das outras como irmãos&lt;br /&gt;Sem sexo... sem atração carnal, apenas afeto, cuidado &lt;br /&gt;Viver em um mundo que pudesse-mos simplesmente cuidar sem segundas intenções &lt;br /&gt;Que eu pudesse dar um abraço, dar carinho, dar amor sem pensar em namoro, casamento e essas coisas que se parar para pensar é o motivo de muita tristeza e muita depressão das pessoas &lt;br /&gt;Viver em um mundo onde o viver bem e em paz seria a unica preocupação &lt;br /&gt;Em um mundo colorido, cheio de vida, sem catástrofes, sem doenças, sem ira &lt;br /&gt;Mundo que cuidar por cuidar seria o lema maior.&lt;br /&gt;Que fiscalizar se está se alimentando bem, se está freqüentando as aula, tratar bem sem intenções de romance&lt;br /&gt;Uma amizade pura e verdadeira que um cuidaria do outro e estaria sempre com a mão ali perto se um dos dois cair!&lt;br /&gt;Uma relação que seria baseada em cuidados e bem estar!&lt;br /&gt;Mundo diferente esse o meu&lt;br /&gt;Mundo que não existe &lt;br /&gt;Por isso pensam que eu sou estranho porque minha dinâmica de vida é totalmente diferente de tudo aquilo que se esta acostumado a ver &lt;br /&gt;Cada dia que passa eu tenho mais certeza que o meu lugar não é nesse mundo &lt;br /&gt;E onde seria o meu lugar ? também não sei &lt;br /&gt;Mas me sinto como um peixe fora d'agua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-2011982721564780491?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2011982721564780491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/mundo-perfeito-pelo-menos-pra-mim.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2011982721564780491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2011982721564780491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/mundo-perfeito-pelo-menos-pra-mim.html' title='Mundo perfeito... pelo menos pra mim'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-961483802519200978</id><published>2011-03-12T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T07:38:57.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isso também vai passar!</title><content type='html'>Chico Xavier costumava ter em cima de sua cama uma placa escrita: "Isso também vai passar!" &lt;br /&gt;Então perguntaram a ele o porquê disso... Ele disse que era para que quando estivesse passando por momentos ruins, se lembrar de que eles iriam embora, que iriam passar, e que ele estava vivendo isso por algum motivo. &lt;br /&gt;Mas essa placa também era para lembrá-lo de que quando estivesse muito feliz, não deveria deixar tudo para trás e se deixar levar, porque esses momentos também iriam passar e momentos difíceis viriam novamente. &lt;br /&gt;É exatamente disso que a vida é feita, momentos. Momentos que TEMOS que passar, sendo bons ou não, para o nosso próprio aprendizado. Nunca esquecendo do mais importante: Nada nessa vida é por Acaso.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutamente nada! Por isso temos que nos preocupar em fazer a nossa parte, da melhor forma possível.. A vida nem sempre segue o nosso querer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-961483802519200978?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/961483802519200978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/isso-tambem-vai-passar.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/961483802519200978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/961483802519200978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/03/isso-tambem-vai-passar.html' title='Isso também vai passar!'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-6590835584483050647</id><published>2011-03-05T07:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T07:37:41.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se chorei ou se sorri&lt;br /&gt;O importante&lt;br /&gt;É que emoções eu vivi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-6590835584483050647?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-2270310315263402421</id><published>2011-02-13T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T15:03:24.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAS UTOPIAS</title><content type='html'>Se as coisas são inatingíveis... ora!&lt;br /&gt;Não é motivo para não querê-las...&lt;br /&gt;Que tristes os caminhos se não fora&lt;br /&gt;A mágica presença das estrelas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Quintana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-2270310315263402421?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2270310315263402421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/02/das-utopias.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2270310315263402421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2270310315263402421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/02/das-utopias.html' title='DAS UTOPIAS'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-7075090443097481755</id><published>2011-02-08T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:55:31.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Veja o sol&lt;br /&gt;Dessa manhã tão cinza&lt;br /&gt;A tempestade que chega&lt;br /&gt;É da cor dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Castanhos...&lt;br /&gt;Então me abraça forte&lt;br /&gt;E diz mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Que já estamos&lt;br /&gt;Distantes de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Temos nosso próprio tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-7075090443097481755?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-7444385915664471393</id><published>2011-02-04T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T15:17:27.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manuel Bandeira</title><content type='html'>A vida é um milagre.&lt;br /&gt;Cada flor,&lt;br /&gt;Com sua forma, sua cor, seu aroma,&lt;br /&gt;Cada flor é um milagre.&lt;br /&gt;Cada pássaro,&lt;br /&gt;Com sua plumagem, seu vôo, seu canto,&lt;br /&gt;Cada pássaro é um milagre.&lt;br /&gt;O espaço, infinito,&lt;br /&gt;O espaço é um milagre.&lt;br /&gt;A memória é um milagre.&lt;br /&gt;A consciência é um milagre.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é milagre.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo, menos a morte.&lt;br /&gt;– Bendita a morte, que é o fim de todos os milagres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não se prenda em questões idiotas do dia a dia &lt;br /&gt;porque tudo isso um dia acaba &lt;br /&gt;Querendo ou não um dia termina &lt;br /&gt;e a morte vem como diz o poema: – Bendita a morte, que é o fim de todos os milagres.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente viva um dia de cada vez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-7444385915664471393?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/7444385915664471393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/02/manuel-bandeira.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/7444385915664471393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/7444385915664471393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/02/manuel-bandeira.html' title='Manuel Bandeira'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-2020896550095425328</id><published>2011-02-02T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:04:32.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Androginia</title><content type='html'>Refere-se a dois conceitos: a mistura de características femininas e masculinas em um único ser, ou uma forma de descrever algo que não é nem masculino nem feminino.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoa que se sente com uma combinação de características culturais quer masculinas (andro) quer femininas (gyne). Isto quer dizer que uma pessoa andrógina identifica-se e define-se como tendo níveis variáveis de sentimentos e traços comportamentais que são quer masculinos quer femininos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter: @gabe_neitzke &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a77pdjiIwGM/TUnUVSNrVAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/94TNSiZRK-k/s1600/OgAAAJx8iifc5RbzOqmolPDBSTuz1g_AcTEvMTpXQ8uzEBXMcydzA3-10fN_8VF0KOlwuTqpqZ1WeSSVrZyF1qFu3IcAm1T1UOxwCpuSH5OS2YKq3otab7vETR3E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 91px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a77pdjiIwGM/TUnUVSNrVAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/94TNSiZRK-k/s200/OgAAAJx8iifc5RbzOqmolPDBSTuz1g_AcTEvMTpXQ8uzEBXMcydzA3-10fN_8VF0KOlwuTqpqZ1WeSSVrZyF1qFu3IcAm1T1UOxwCpuSH5OS2YKq3otab7vETR3E.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569215876351874050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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title='Androginia'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a77pdjiIwGM/TUnUVSNrVAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/94TNSiZRK-k/s72-c/OgAAAJx8iifc5RbzOqmolPDBSTuz1g_AcTEvMTpXQ8uzEBXMcydzA3-10fN_8VF0KOlwuTqpqZ1WeSSVrZyF1qFu3IcAm1T1UOxwCpuSH5OS2YKq3otab7vETR3E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-2419092024164763136</id><published>2011-01-31T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T15:11:47.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra Frequência</title><content type='html'>Seria mais fácil fazer como todo mundo faz&lt;br /&gt;O caminho mais curto, produto que rende mais&lt;br /&gt;Seria mais fácil fazer como todo mundo faz&lt;br /&gt;Um tiro certeiro, modelo que vende mais&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu danço no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;choro no carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo graça nas gracinhas da TV&lt;br /&gt;morro de rir no horário eleitoral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria mais fácil fazer como todo mundo faz&lt;br /&gt;sem sair do sofá, deixar a Ferrari pra trás&lt;br /&gt;Seria mais fácil, como todo mundo faz&lt;br /&gt;O milésimo gol sentado na mesa de um bar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu vibro em outra frequência&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não é bem assim&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse fácil achar o caminho das pedras&lt;br /&gt;Tantas pedras no caminho não seria ruim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engenheiros do Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T1jkm_E6TuA" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div 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Frequência'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/T1jkm_E6TuA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-1465049958295817817</id><published>2011-01-19T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:06:58.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certo por linhas tortas</title><content type='html'>Não me arrependo de nada que foi feito e nada que foi dito &lt;br /&gt;o que vale é a minha vontade de levar tudo isso para frente e eu sei &lt;br /&gt;que tem um belo futuro &lt;br /&gt;e que vamos ser felizes... porque quando o amor é forte a tudo resiste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você foi feito pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;E eu fui feito pra você&lt;br /&gt;Você nasceu pra me amar,&lt;br /&gt;E eu nasci pra te querer"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-1465049958295817817?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/1465049958295817817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/01/certo-por-linhas-tortas.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1465049958295817817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/1465049958295817817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/01/certo-por-linhas-tortas.html' title='Certo por linhas tortas'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-2707548259397326257</id><published>2011-01-15T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:03:09.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Você é a única coisa, de que não consigo me cansar</title><content type='html'>Com meu corpo e alma&lt;br /&gt;Quero você mais do que possa imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Vamos deixar acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de perder o controle, não&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu sei o que se passa na sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Quando você diz: "Fique comigo hoje à noite"&lt;br /&gt;Apenas lembre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é a única coisa&lt;br /&gt;De que não consigo me cansar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, vou te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Isso poderia ser amor, porque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive o melhor momento da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Não, nunca me senti desse jeito antes&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu juro, é verdade&lt;br /&gt;E devo tudo a você&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-2707548259397326257?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/2707548259397326257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/01/voce-e-unica-coisa-de-que-nao-consigo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2707548259397326257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/2707548259397326257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/01/voce-e-unica-coisa-de-que-nao-consigo.html' title='Você é a única coisa, de que não consigo me cansar'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-236742524921323210</id><published>2011-01-08T11:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T11:13:33.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pobre é o homem&lt;br /&gt;Cujo prazer depende da permissão de outros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-236742524921323210?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/236742524921323210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/01/pobre-e-o-homem-cujo-prazer-depende-da.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/236742524921323210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/236742524921323210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2011/01/pobre-e-o-homem-cujo-prazer-depende-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-8866987157352702292</id><published>2010-12-30T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:06:11.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting On An Angel (Esperando Por Um Anjo)</title><content type='html'>Esperando por um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Um que me leve para casa&lt;br /&gt;Espero que você venha me ver logo, porque eu não quero ir sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ir sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora anjo você não virá até mim&lt;br /&gt;Anjo ouviu minha prece&lt;br /&gt;Pegou minha mão e me levantou então eu posso voar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Então eu posso voar contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu estou esperando por um anjo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E eu sei que não vou esperar muito para encontrar um lugar tranqüilo nos braços do meu anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos braços do meu anjo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então fale gentilmente com um estranho porque você nunca saberá pode ser somente um anjo vindo&lt;br /&gt;Batendo na sua porta, batendo na sua porta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu estou esperando por um anjo&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que não vou esperar muito para encontrar um lugar tranqüilo nos braços do meu anjo&lt;br /&gt;Nos braços do meu anjo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando por um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Um que me leve pra casa&lt;br /&gt;Espero que você venha me ver logo porque eu não quero ir sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não quero ir sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ir&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não quero ir sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a77pdjiIwGM/TR05gFyyGxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0NKU4PO9xjw/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a77pdjiIwGM/TR05gFyyGxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0NKU4PO9xjw/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556660738718833426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-8866987157352702292?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/8866987157352702292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2010/12/waiting-on-angel-esperando-por-um-anjo.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/8866987157352702292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/8866987157352702292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2010/12/waiting-on-angel-esperando-por-um-anjo.html' title='Waiting On An Angel (Esperando Por Um Anjo)'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a77pdjiIwGM/TR05gFyyGxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/0NKU4PO9xjw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-3630991425326870345</id><published>2010-12-26T13:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T13:40:26.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano novo</title><content type='html'>Que venha cheio de paz e amor e mais compreensão do próximo &lt;br /&gt;sem julgamento por atitudes que uns acham correto e outros não &lt;br /&gt;sem comentários sobre o modo como cada um leva sua vida &lt;br /&gt;Com mais humildade e mais carinho &lt;br /&gt;enfim que venha o ano novo com muuuita saúde e paz no coração&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-3630991425326870345?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3630991425326870345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2010/12/ano-novo.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3630991425326870345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3630991425326870345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2010/12/ano-novo.html' title='Ano novo'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03926709358429371124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CWy4OeYgJ1g/TujeKm1AkHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/lgQ99K_a_QU/s220/100_5296-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192228087837353203.post-3664992357126580109</id><published>2010-11-09T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:44:33.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mania de perfeição</title><content type='html'>Mania de querer sempre que as pessoas ajam e pensem do mesmo modo que eu penso&lt;br /&gt;que tenham os mesmos pensamentos que os meus &lt;br /&gt;que tenham as mesmas atitudes das quais acredito ser certa&lt;br /&gt;Creio que hoje em dia a maioria dos relacionamentos se acaba por conta disso &lt;br /&gt;a eterna mania de querer que a pessoa seja um clone do seu pensamento &lt;br /&gt;É claro que falar é fácil... na verdade muito mais fácil que na prática &lt;br /&gt;Mas temos que sempre pensar que ninguém é igual a ninguém&lt;br /&gt;e ninguém nunca vai agir exatamente como eu quero ou como tu quer &lt;br /&gt;Sempre vai haver diferenças pequenas ou grandes dependendo da mentalidade de cada um &lt;br /&gt;O que importa é saber sempre lidar com as diferenças e pensamentos de cada pessoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192228087837353203-3664992357126580109?l=ramosangelo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/feeds/3664992357126580109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ramosangelo.blogspot.com/2010/11/mania-de-perfeicao.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3664992357126580109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192228087837353203/posts/default/3664992357126580109'/><link 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