<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917</id><updated>2009-11-05T19:10:27.826-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá Bom Então</title><subtitle type='html'>O espaço dedicado a mim, para os meus próprios devaneios...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-3883535423462520729</id><published>2009-11-05T13:09:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:15:52.001-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De Machado para João</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A vida, Janjão, é uma enorme loteria: os prêmios são poucos, os malogrados inúmeros, e com suspiros de uma geração é que se amassam as esperanças de outra. Isto é a vida; não há planger, nem imprecar, mas aceitas as cousas como integralmente, com ônus e percalços, glóricas e desdouros, e ir por adiante".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machado de Assis, Papéis Alvusos, 1882.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada como um parágrafo desse para perceber que a vida é assim desde sempre, né não?&lt;br /&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/7293858563198455917-3883535423462520729?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/3883535423462520729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=3883535423462520729' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/3883535423462520729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/3883535423462520729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-machado-para-joao.html' title='De Machado para João'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-7720993312829916517</id><published>2009-10-30T14:33:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:17:42.738-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O negócio é comemorar com classe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmakK7BSRnE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lmakK7BSRnE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buchechuda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parabéns por mais um ano. &lt;br /&gt;Você sabe o quanto te amo.&lt;br /&gt;E, por fim, o que eu tenho a dizer o Rei disse um pouco antes de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Take my hand, take my whole life too.&lt;br /&gt;For I can't help falling in love with you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-7720993312829916517?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/7720993312829916517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=7720993312829916517' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/7720993312829916517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/7720993312829916517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-negocio-e-comemorar-com-classe.html' title='O negócio é comemorar com classe.'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-7320006401151482269</id><published>2009-10-19T18:49:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:52:52.559-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os "poeteiros" do Senado Brasileiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Se o próprio povo pensa assim, fica complicado acreditar que a gente possa mudar alguma coisa". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Senador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mozarildo Calvacante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;, PTB - PR, sobre a pesquisa DATAFOLHA que apontou que 33% dos cidadãos brasileiros são coniventes com a corrupção na política.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"O mundo, principalmente os países ricos, gosta da nossa castanha e da borracha natural, mas, na hora de comprar, eles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;dão preferência a produtos de outros países. A nossa castanha e a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;nossa borracha têm preço vil, miserável mesmo". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Senador Mesquita Júnior, PMDB - AC, demonstrando o seu conhecimento as leis da oferta e procura aplicadas aos produtos da Amazônia brasileira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"O atual governo insiste na mesma tática usada pelas lideranças da Alemanha Nazista de que uma mentira repetida se torna verdade. Isso é grave e deve ser combatido por todos, especialmente o Parlamento".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Senador Mão Santa, PSC - PI, o maior "poeteiro" do Senado, sobre a alta popularidade do Governo Lula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOJG-eSjtk/StzPZnOpVuI/AAAAAAAAACo/W_l-DcFeNWQ/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOJG-eSjtk/StzPZnOpVuI/AAAAAAAAACo/W_l-DcFeNWQ/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394414492617103074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7293858563198455917-7320006401151482269?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/7320006401151482269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=7320006401151482269' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/7320006401151482269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/7320006401151482269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-poeteiros-do-senado-brasileiro_19.html' title='Os &quot;poeteiros&quot; do Senado Brasileiro'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOJG-eSjtk/StzPZnOpVuI/AAAAAAAAACo/W_l-DcFeNWQ/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-7966924868907335414</id><published>2009-09-14T14:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:59:33.595-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressões...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É impressão minha ou realmente a mídia está fazendo um alarde muito grande para o novo acordo entre Brasil e o estado do Vaticano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lendo o texto na &lt;a href="http://congressoemfoco.ig.com.br/noticia.asp?cod_canal=1&amp;amp;cod_publicacao=29496"&gt;íntegra&lt;/a&gt;, não vi motivo para alarde tão grande por parte da mídia, principalmente feito pelo a Rede Record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O único ponto discutível é o do planejamento urbano prever espaços para cultos religiosos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, mesmo assim, este ponto não fere outras doutrinas religiosas, afinal no texto está claro o termo "fins religiosos", ou seja, qualquer religião seria beneficiada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você, caro leitor?&lt;br /&gt;Viu alguma coisa que deixei passar e que é digno de preocupação da sociedade?&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impressão minha ou a oposição está realmente perdida na questão do pré-sal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, para que atacar um projeto de lei que passará a vigorar só em 2011/12?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é o medo do projeto ser social demais, uma vez que ele destina os lucros do pré-sal para educação e saúde, influenciando as propagandas políticas nas próximas eleições?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes F.D.P´s só preocupam com as eleições?&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impressão minha ou o &lt;a href="http://blog.planalto.gov.br/"&gt;blog do Planalto&lt;/a&gt; realmente é muito chato?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-7966924868907335414?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/7966924868907335414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=7966924868907335414' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/7966924868907335414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/7966924868907335414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/09/impressoes.html' title='Impressões...'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-3457306333112668004</id><published>2009-09-02T11:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:10:05.134-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilbert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOJG-eSjtk/Sp58hClpCnI/AAAAAAAAACg/n9Q88y7IyGk/s1600-h/dilbert_2009_01_141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOJG-eSjtk/Sp58hClpCnI/AAAAAAAAACg/n9Q88y7IyGk/s400/dilbert_2009_01_141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376871912199228018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-3457306333112668004?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/3457306333112668004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=3457306333112668004' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/3457306333112668004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/3457306333112668004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/09/dilbert.html' title='Dilbert'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOJG-eSjtk/Sp58hClpCnI/AAAAAAAAACg/n9Q88y7IyGk/s72-c/dilbert_2009_01_141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-7120315144267775922</id><published>2009-08-10T11:26:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:36:00.061-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn On The Water.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Para saber quem somos, basta que se observe o que fizemos da nossa vida. Os fatos revelam tudo, as atitudes confirmam. O que você diz - com todo respeito - é apenas o que você diz".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Medeiros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-7120315144267775922?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/7120315144267775922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=7120315144267775922' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/7120315144267775922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/7120315144267775922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/08/turn-on-water.html' title='Turn On The Water.'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-7292786581195921894</id><published>2009-08-04T16:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:34:02.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Emotion</title><content type='html'>Como estou procrastinando na empresa e, consequentemente, navegando pelo youtube, resolvi postar um vídeo pequeno mas muito interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este vídeo resume em poucos segundos como deve ser a educação de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="290"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtqP9wy4J-k&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtqP9wy4J-k&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a criança fosse gordinha, até acreditaria que era a minha mãe que estava me puxando no vídeo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-7292786581195921894?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/7292786581195921894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=7292786581195921894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/7292786581195921894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/7292786581195921894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-emotion.html' title='Sweet Emotion'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-912974771360070504</id><published>2009-07-27T21:14:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:37:24.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Everything I Need (Almost)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outro dia estava conversando com um amigo sobre os nossos planos de futuro. No meio dos nossos planos estava a abertura de uma empresa. Nada tão esquisito, afinal estamos pensando isto há mais de um ano. Mas o assunto deste post não é a empresa, mas sim o que domina meus planos futuros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer lugar futuro que vislumbre sempre vem à minha mente a presença dela. Ela predomina os planos de sair de casa, de pedir demissão, de abrir empresa, de viajar no final de semana e, até, de comprar novas camisas de botões. Engraçado, não colocaria um real que pensaria este tipo de coisa há um ano atrás. Mas, atualmente, não consigo pensar em nada que ela não esteja presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes fico pensando se estou passando o carro à frente dos bois. Certamente, para a grande maioria, devo estar passando o carro à frente dos bois. Mas, te pergunto caro leitor, o futuro não depende daquilo que fazemos no presente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O futuro está aí.&lt;br /&gt;Dizem, por aí, que a Deus pertence.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, o meu futuro, caro leitor, pertence à presença da pequena “buchechuda”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I got everything I need, almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got everything I need, almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I don't got you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you're the thing I need the most".&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/7293858563198455917-912974771360070504?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/912974771360070504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=912974771360070504' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/912974771360070504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/912974771360070504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-everything-i-need-almost.html' title='I Got Everything I Need (Almost)'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-7985680277885169675</id><published>2009-07-10T11:34:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T11:40:32.245-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood for a day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I'm a great                         quitter. It's one of the few things I do                         well. I come from a long line of                         quitters. My father was a quitter, my                         grandfather was a quitter. I was raised                         to give up".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Constanza, o mestre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A vontade de largar tudo, e fazer um novo começo, é cada dia maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-7985680277885169675?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/7985680277885169675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=7985680277885169675' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/7985680277885169675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/7985680277885169675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-for-day.html' title='Mood for a day.'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-3289304298565961113</id><published>2009-06-05T12:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:06:13.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Your so-called life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas perdem o sono com o trabalho, outros com os problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Só duas coisas, atualmente, me fazem perder o sono: seriados e livros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Acho que se pudesse escolher o que fazer da minha vida, a minha resposta contemplaria estes dois itens acima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mudando de assunto, ontem estava revendo Seinfeld, pela décima oitava vez, e me deparei com o seguinte diálogo (Kramer faz as perguntas e George Constanza, -meu ídolo maior, que perde somente pro meu pai - responde):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"- You're wasting your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- I am not. What you call wasting, I call living. I'm living my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- OK, like what? No, tell me. Do you have a job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- You got money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Do you have a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Do you have any prospects?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- You got anything on the horizon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Uh, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Do you have any action at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Do you have any conceivable reason for even getting up in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- I like to get the Daily News". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Caros amigos blogueiros, vocês estão com medo do futuro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pois deveriam ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lembrei-me, na hora, da última edição da Veja, onde tem uma reportagem sobre o perfil dos blogueiros japoneses.&lt;br /&gt;Eles se assemelham muito ao George Constanza, isto é, homens de meia idade, desempregados, fracassados, sem vida sexual e que moram com os pais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Putz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olhos abertos, amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depois não adianta falar que não avisei.&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/7293858563198455917-3289304298565961113?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/3289304298565961113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=3289304298565961113' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/3289304298565961113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/3289304298565961113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-so-called-life.html' title='Your so-called life.'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-9167413782964291090</id><published>2009-05-26T22:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:25:56.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sei lá, sei não.</title><content type='html'>Sei lá.&lt;br /&gt;Algo me diz que, quando a vida está boa, não há muitas razões para escrever.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Aposto que alguns amigos, aí do lado, concordam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.digitalphoto.pl/foto3/8790_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 377px;" src="http://www.digitalphoto.pl/foto3/8790_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reise, reise, seemann reise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-9167413782964291090?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/9167413782964291090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=9167413782964291090' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/9167413782964291090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/9167413782964291090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/05/sei-la-sei-nao.html' title='Sei lá, sei não.'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-4254901768937840097</id><published>2009-04-26T18:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:20:51.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves Bites.</title><content type='html'>A vontade que tenho é de falar nunca mais.&lt;br /&gt;Você confia, apóia, cobra, comparece e, no final, o resultado é o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Você se fode.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais. Era para ser simples assim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela tem uma mística.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, a místca....&lt;br /&gt;A mística que me fez fazer juras de amor e fidelidade.&lt;br /&gt;É tanto amor que, neste momento conturbado e sofrido, só penso no que aconteceu e nas formas de perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Não devia. Sei que não devia, caro leitor.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é amor.&lt;br /&gt;E, por ser amor, sempre darei uma chance, mesmo sabendo que irei sofrer ainda mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOJG-eSjtk/SfTdEAUgU3I/AAAAAAAAACY/JpdsmbafHN8/s1600-h/galo02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOJG-eSjtk/SfTdEAUgU3I/AAAAAAAAACY/JpdsmbafHN8/s320/galo02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329127319961359218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Galo, a ti sempre serei fiel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-4254901768937840097?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/4254901768937840097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=4254901768937840097' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/4254901768937840097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/4254901768937840097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/04/loves-bites.html' title='Loves Bites.'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KwOJG-eSjtk/SfTdEAUgU3I/AAAAAAAAACY/JpdsmbafHN8/s72-c/galo02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-2117571928122789602</id><published>2009-04-24T18:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:13:51.368-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Virei fã!!</title><content type='html'>Virei fã deste cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento li Luiz Carlos Prestes. Quase cai da cadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-gfYN61WRM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-gfYN61WRM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me lembrou dos bons tempos do Alborghetti. E mais, me alegrou por ver que ainda alguns jornalistas ainda se revoltam com este tipo de coisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-2117571928122789602?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/2117571928122789602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=2117571928122789602' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/2117571928122789602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/2117571928122789602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/04/virei-fa.html' title='Virei fã!!'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-378388055088784608</id><published>2009-04-15T20:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:07:53.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Donde estás?</title><content type='html'>Para onde foi a feminilidade da mulher?&lt;br /&gt;Caro companheiro, isto não te intriga mais?&lt;br /&gt;Aonde quer que vá, nós nos deparamos com uma mulher cada vez mais masculinizada.&lt;br /&gt;Não percebe este fato a sua volta? Ligue a televisão, caro companheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres fortes, com o braços musculosos, costas largas e barrigas definidas estão se tornando o "novo gosto popular".&lt;br /&gt;Te pergunto, ó companheiro: quem gosta disto?&lt;br /&gt;Até hoje não encontrei nenhum homem que ache este tipo de mulher bonita.&lt;br /&gt;Será que elas não estão mais se produzindo para os homens?&lt;br /&gt;Será que isto tudo faz parte de uma mega competição entre elas que saiu fora do controle?&lt;br /&gt;Fica a pergunta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-378388055088784608?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/378388055088784608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=378388055088784608' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/378388055088784608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/378388055088784608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/04/donde-estas.html' title='¿Donde estás?'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-6866207184387360928</id><published>2009-04-01T10:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:46:13.478-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Concurso público para mentiras.</title><content type='html'>"A Dilma não está em campanha" - Lula&lt;br /&gt;"Eu não tenho candidato dentro do PSDB" - FHC&lt;br /&gt;"Eu não cheiro" - Aécio Neves&lt;br /&gt;"O DEM é um partido preocupado com a população brasileira" - Rodrigo Maia&lt;br /&gt;"As doações foram legais e o que estão fazendo comigo é perseguição política" - José Agripino Maia&lt;br /&gt;"Tenho medo" - Regina Duarte&lt;br /&gt;"O Foro de São Paulo existiu, mas a mídia esquerdista brasileira encobriu" - Olavo de Carvalho&lt;br /&gt;"Existem atualmente 3000 agentes da KGB infiltrados nos EUA" - Olavo de Carvalho&lt;br /&gt;"O Ronaldinho  é titular em qualquer time do mundo" - Dunga&lt;br /&gt;"Estou motivado" - Ronaldinho&lt;br /&gt;"Domingo, vou ao Mineirão" - Cruzeirense típico&lt;br /&gt;"A voz da Cat Power é igual a da Nico" - Ela&lt;br /&gt;"Hoje eu paro de fumar" - Eu&lt;br /&gt;"Estou grávida" - Mulher no dia primeiro de abril&lt;br /&gt;"Nem me assustei" - Homem depois da declaração da mulher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-6866207184387360928?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/6866207184387360928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=6866207184387360928' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/6866207184387360928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/6866207184387360928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/04/concurso-publico-para-mentiras.html' title='Concurso público para mentiras.'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-8531552871138657149</id><published>2009-02-28T15:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:22:08.441-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Razor - Foo Fighters</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQJGvGyQBeQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hQJGvGyQBeQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-8531552871138657149?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/8531552871138657149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=8531552871138657149' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/8531552871138657149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/8531552871138657149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/02/razor-foo-fighters.html' title='Razor - Foo Fighters'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-9087096801064970408</id><published>2009-02-17T22:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:12:48.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma das coisas que aprendi na universidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A universidade desenvolve todas as capacidades, inclusive a estupidez." Anton Tchekhov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de cinco anos, aprendi que a Universidade desestimula o estudante a trabalhar como decerto optaria por fazer qualquer pessoa sensata: individualmente, no campo a que seus interesses o levarem, e coletivamente, quando lhe for possível aprender com seus pares e auxiliá-los. Os projetos de estudos, trabalhos e provas são individuais e competitivas. Não apenas se exige do aluno que a monografia - ou qualquer outro trabalho - seja uma contribuição individual, como também, há uma predileção de que este trabalho esteja completo e concluído dentro de um prazo fixo. O aluno é obrigado a estabelecer para si mesmo uma meta restrita, e evitar a investigação aventureira e especulativa que possa questionar o arcabouço convencional do saber. Os padrões de pensamento impostos, assim como a pobreza de concepção fomentada por formas institucionais demasiadamente rígidas, limitam a imaginação e a criatividade dos alunos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez essa seja uma das razões porque é tão comum os estudiosos dedicarem sua carreira a modificações banais daquilo que já fizeram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pergunta que fica aqui é: até que ponto é culpa das universidades e até que ponto ela é inerente ao papel atribuído a estas por uma sociedade competitiva?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-9087096801064970408?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/9087096801064970408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=9087096801064970408' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/9087096801064970408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/9087096801064970408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/02/uma-das-coisas-que-aprendi-na.html' title='Uma das coisas que aprendi na universidade'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-2874449174893870800</id><published>2009-02-08T15:47:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:55:35.964-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch Me I'm Sick - Mudhoney</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WSCyMAnPi_o&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WSCyMAnPi_o&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Relembrar é viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me desculpem os que vivem do presente, eu prefiro o passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-2874449174893870800?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/2874449174893870800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=2874449174893870800' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/2874449174893870800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/2874449174893870800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/02/touch-me-im-sick-mudhoney.html' title='Touch Me I&apos;m Sick - Mudhoney'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-5615218902364342470</id><published>2009-02-02T23:07:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:12:35.980-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-5615218902364342470?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/5615218902364342470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=5615218902364342470' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/5615218902364342470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/5615218902364342470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/02/benjamin-button.html' title='Benjamin Button'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-2855589232894336209</id><published>2009-01-18T16:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:22:48.475-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight Club.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? &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/7293858563198455917-2855589232894336209?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/2855589232894336209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=2855589232894336209' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/2855589232894336209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/2855589232894336209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/01/fight-club_4783.html' title='Fight Club.'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-2072932017992004063</id><published>2009-01-06T21:16:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:37:47.134-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Streets of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saudades esta é, e será, a palavra de ordem até o meio de janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-2072932017992004063?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/2072932017992004063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=2072932017992004063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/2072932017992004063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/2072932017992004063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/01/streets-of-love.html' title='Streets of Love'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-1959073058664898352</id><published>2009-01-04T16:21:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:41:20.487-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zx3m4e45bTo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zx3m4e45bTo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No change, I can change&lt;br /&gt;I can change, I can change&lt;br /&gt;But I'm here in my mold&lt;br /&gt;I am here in my mold&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a million different people&lt;br /&gt;from one day to the next&lt;br /&gt;I can't change my mold&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I never pray&lt;br /&gt;But tonight I'm on my knees yeah&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now&lt;br /&gt;But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ê 2009! Tá fogo, hein?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-1959073058664898352?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/1959073058664898352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=1959073058664898352' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/1959073058664898352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/1959073058664898352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/01/bittersweet-symphony-verve.html' title='Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-5891297539393643731</id><published>2009-01-02T17:13:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:03:49.793-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda no ano novo....</title><content type='html'>... continua a saga.&lt;br /&gt;Depois do acontecido no ano novo, não consegui pegar no sono. Já estava acordado à quarenta horas.&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi apelar. E apelei para a receita de um amigo meu.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, nunca tinha pensado juntar estas duas paixões: uísque e Blues.&lt;br /&gt;Peguei a garrafa de uísque, que ganhara de aniversário, e o cd do Buddy Guy.&lt;br /&gt;Tiro e queda. Depois de dois copos e cinco músicas do Buddy Guy. Capotei.&lt;br /&gt;Dormi e não foi o sono dos justos.&lt;br /&gt;Acordei às 8 horas da manhã. Três horas de sono somente.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda em frangalhos, tomei um banho rápido, passei a mão no mp3 e segui rumo ao Parque das Mangabeiras. Tinha que sair de casa. Tudo me fazia lembrar do que tinha feito a ela.&lt;br /&gt;No Parque das Mangabeiras, sentei na grama munido de clássicos do Jazz e do Blues,  garrafa de água e um maço de cigarros.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei a manhã inteira pensando no que tinha feito com ela.&lt;br /&gt;Com a voz potente de Big Mama Thornton ao fundo, o sentimento de tristeza tomou conta.&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento pude perceber o quanto maltrato a pessoa que mais me importa. E que nada que eu fizer daqui para frente irá mudar o ocorrido do ano novo. Fui responsável por estragar o ano novo de uma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Nada, mas nada mesmo, vai conseguir apagar aquela lembrança da minha mente: a expressão de decepção no rosto dela. Nunca tinha visto uma pessoa tão decepcionada comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Esta lembrança do rosto dela acabou comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Voltei para casa, não almocei direito, e só saí do meu quarto para escrever este post.&lt;br /&gt;Cumprida a missão, volto ao meu quarto.&lt;br /&gt;Lugar este que ninguém é obrigado a aturar as minhas manias, como diz a minha mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não conhece a Big Mama Thornton, tá aí:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="215"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ooa6DQUyr8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ooa6DQUyr8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="215"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293858563198455917-5891297539393643731?l=tabomentao.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/feeds/5891297539393643731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293858563198455917&amp;postID=5891297539393643731' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/5891297539393643731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293858563198455917/posts/default/5891297539393643731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabomentao.blogspot.com/2009/01/ainda-no-ano-novo.html' title='Ainda no ano novo....'/><author><name>*Mr. Tambourine*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15796908921199694236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02596112130360732272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293858563198455917.post-8366586990189665540</id><published>2009-01-01T10:42:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:06:17.631-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No ano novo...</title><content type='html'>... descubro que sou, hoje, o que mais odeio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Idiota&lt;/b&gt; (do grego &lt;i&gt;idiótes&lt;/i&gt;, o homem privado - em oposição ao homem de Estado, ou público; ou aquele ignorante em algum ofício, homem sem educação, ignorante, pelo&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;latim&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; idiota&lt;/span&gt;) , na acepção vulgar, é a pessoa desprovida de inteligência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ser capaz de destruir coisas que levaram meses para ser construídas em uma noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunte-me como e pegue uma cadeira.&lt;br /&gt;Você vai ouvir a história de um nova idiota na cidade.&lt;br /&gt;Para se ter idéia, são 11:00 horas da manhã e o idiota ainda não dormiu.&lt;br /&gt;Só fica pensando no tamanho da idiotice.&lt;br /&gt;E o quanto ele merece se fuder por isto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I was just a led, nearly twenty two&lt;br /&gt;neither good nor bad, just a kid like you&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm lost, too late to pray&lt;br /&gt;Lord i paid a cost, on the lost highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now boy's don't start to ramblin' round&lt;br /&gt;on this road of sin are you sorrow bound&lt;br /&gt;take my advice or you'll curse the day&lt;br /&gt;you started rollin' down that lost highway." 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