<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800</id><updated>2011-09-26T15:52:05.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mito e maquiagem na sustentação</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-2240716672674506747</id><published>2010-09-21T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T04:35:54.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ananindeua movimenta o rock através de projeto social</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Ananindeua movimenta o rock através de projeto social. Inscrições abertas e mais informações a seguir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;"O Projeto SOCIAL FEST ROCK foi elaborado para ser o embrião de um projeto maior: a “Esckola do Rock” em união com as bandas de Rock de Ananindeua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O Movimento tem como objetivos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - A criação do nosso dia municipal do Rock, fazendo finalmente um sonho tornar-se real, abrindo um leque de possibilidades;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Divulgação do trabalho de bandas de rock autorais de ananindeua (principalmente) e Belém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INNgPuVRq4A/TJiXpCDEojI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ms_q6S1ooaA/s400/flyer+inscri%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519328074522731058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-2240716672674506747?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/2240716672674506747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=2240716672674506747' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2240716672674506747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2240716672674506747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/09/ananindeua-movimenta-o-rock-atraves-de.html' title='Ananindeua movimenta o rock através de projeto social'/><author><name>Bárbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091455925397001845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INNgPuVRq4A/TJiXpCDEojI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ms_q6S1ooaA/s72-c/flyer+inscri%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-2275265550747422483</id><published>2010-09-15T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:47:16.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertainty</title><content type='html'>Amanhã tô indo pra Goiânia, participar do 9º Vaca Amarela.&lt;br /&gt;           Aconteceu muita coisa desde o momento em que eu decidi que ia pra lá... muita coisa meeesmo.&lt;br /&gt;           O festival não tem nada a ver com os fatos, mas a sucessão de coisas foi muito incrível. Primeiro fiz uma coisa que até hoje me arrependo, mesmo depois de ter ficado tudo bem. Na verdade como eu coloquei no orkut, my name is  uncertainty. E isso vai durar um tempo pra mudar. Eu me conheço bem. Pelo menos às vezes acho.&lt;br /&gt;            (já mudei de assunto, foda-se.) Em algumas situações, escrever faz um bem pra exteriorizar certos pensamentos que eu não compartilho com ninguém, e aqui no blog, que é uma coisa pública, mas que eu nunca tenho tempo de atualizar, por isso é meio/totalmente abandonado, cai bem, pois eu sei que ninguém (ou quase) vai ler.&lt;br /&gt;             Sempre tive uma característica que achei horrível, mas que às vezes me faz bem, só que ela é tão aguda, que chega a me irritar, não sei se chamo de sexto sentido ou desconfiança. Só sei que muitas, inúmeras, frequentes vezes, acho que alguém tá me enganando, fingindo algo que não é, me falando coisas e fazendo outras. Isso sempre aconteceu. A vida inteira. Só com uma excessão, que foi quando eu tinha plena certeza do que era demostrado pra mim, e mesmo assim, a minha pouca desconfiança me fez descobrir algumas coisas. Pequenas, mas escondidas.&lt;br /&gt;             Tem vezes que a gente passa por uma situação, passa de novo, e mais uma vez. E não aprende. Engraçado que as coisas se repetem com esse intuito, de te fazer aprender a não errar mais... na verdade, sim. Mas abrir mão de viver de novo pode sufocar e te transformar em alguém só de passeio pela terra.&lt;br /&gt;              Mas na verdade mesmo, acho que não dei tempo ao tempo. Atropelei um processo que era essencial, agora criei esse sentimento que não queria viver.&lt;br /&gt;             Sei bem que mais cedo ou mais tarde, esse tempo engolido vai gritar e vou ter q deixar ele respirar.&lt;br /&gt;Falando por mim. Sei lá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-2275265550747422483?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/2275265550747422483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=2275265550747422483' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2275265550747422483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2275265550747422483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/09/uncertainty.html' title='uncertainty'/><author><name>Bah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13464802197938622984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-1515664830180332671</id><published>2010-06-08T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:29:38.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esquenta Eco Rock, em Primavera (PA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Durante o fim de semana o núcleo durável do coletivo Megafônica viajou pra participar do esquenta do festival realizado anualmente na cidade das flores, Primavera, perto do litoral paraense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;11 pessoas numa van. 3 horas de estrada. Muita música, risadas, conversas nerds, etc.... rs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fomos super bem recebidos pelos meninos da Paralelo XI, q ue já são amigos do coletivo após tantos shows onde tivemos a presença deles, desde o Los Porongas, no ano passado esses laços começaram a se estreitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INNgPuVRq4A/TA5vRsKFEPI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ft_WGjWqeD8/s1600/DSCN5143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INNgPuVRq4A/TA5vRsKFEPI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ft_WGjWqeD8/s400/DSCN5143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480440146258366706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Primavera é uma cidade pequena, cheia de igarapés, de gente simpática que te enche de comida o tempo todo (rs), de ruas que sobem e descem o tempo todo (até lembra Cuiabá), e o mais legal é ver o público de música independente e AUTORAL na cidade. Incrível! Choquei com a quantidade de gente que tinha no evento dos meninos, pessoas das cidades vizinhas, bandas que eu nunca tinha ouvido falar... tudo muito bem produzido e organizado, telão transmitindo tudo ao vivo, um som super foda... bacana mesmo!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INNgPuVRq4A/TA5vRZ5WToI/AAAAAAAAACc/jUSFtyd8kwI/s1600/1DSCN5140+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INNgPuVRq4A/TA5vRZ5WToI/AAAAAAAAACc/jUSFtyd8kwI/s400/1DSCN5140+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480440141356355202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Os shows do Vinil Laranja, Paris Rock e dos donos da casa, Paralelo XI foram os que mais agitaram a galera. Na verdade o show do Vinil Laranja foi um dos melhores shows deles que eu já vi, se não o melhor. A cidade tava fria, mas nessa hora tudo ficou muito quente! Destaque pro Andro que tava inspirado e pro 2T que chamou a atenção geral ali na bateria com suas peripécias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INNgPuVRq4A/TA5vQ4rUczI/AAAAAAAAACU/2cwtBoiKSpw/s1600/pau-a-pique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INNgPuVRq4A/TA5vQ4rUczI/AAAAAAAAACU/2cwtBoiKSpw/s400/pau-a-pique.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480440132439143218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Antes de ir embora e me despedir da Lilica, que recebeu a gente na escolinha dela, tive uma reunião com o Antônio (que toma a frente das coisas por lá e com o pessoal da Paralelo XI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Saldo final: ganhei flores lindas, uma massagem da Manu (pensem numa mina  que manda bem nas massagens, galera fazia fila, rs), banho de igarapé gelado, mordidas de peixes, e uma galera massa empolgada pra produzir e em breve montar um coletivo em Primavera, que obviamente vai ser um ponto parceiro muito massa do Megafônica.&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/4559264940683001800-1515664830180332671?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/1515664830180332671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=1515664830180332671' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1515664830180332671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1515664830180332671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/06/esquenta-eco-rock-em-primavera-pa.html' title='Esquenta Eco Rock, em Primavera (PA)'/><author><name>Bárbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091455925397001845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INNgPuVRq4A/TA5vRsKFEPI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ft_WGjWqeD8/s72-c/DSCN5143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-8935150208553293249</id><published>2010-06-02T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T16:35:59.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>intensidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hoje tive um dia fora do comum. Na verdade ontem. Na verdade essa semana tem sido diferente, ocupações novas, demandas novas, banco de estímulo renovado, mas algo em especial anormal.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Atendi um paciente soropositivo no consultório. Ontem ele mesmo me contou sob orientação médica. Minha primeira reação foi tentar reagir normalmente. Incrível como nessas horas tentar e acreditar na tentativa funciona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Minha segunda reação foi ficar nervosa e correr imediatamente pra fazer um exame de HIV. Afinal, já atendia ele há tempos, era pelo menos a 5ª consulta dele. Nunca me expus ao risco, sempre sou cuidadosa com a biossegurança, mas o medo quando se está nessa situação é inevitável, é automático e involuntário, pelo menos quando a situação está acontecendo pela primeira vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nunca senti tanta tensão e medo em 5 minutos de espera por um resultado de exame. Felizmente não tive surpresas desegradáveis. Daí veio a terceira reação: pensei no meu paciente, em como ele é uma pessoa boa, em como estava tentando mudar (ele faz parte de um centro de recuperação de drogas), em como sempre me tratou bem, em como já vivi coisas diferentes atendendo ele (como faltar energia durante uma extração, e eu continuar o procedimento com a luz do meu celular). Senti uma coisa horrível, mas ao mesmo tempo inevitável (de novo): pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hoje atendi ele novamente. Dentre vários procedimentos que eu tinha a fazer, escolhi extrair um dente que precisava ser extraído. Mostrei pra ele que não tinha preconceito e que não deixaria de continuar o tratamento dele por causa daquilo. E mostrei pra mim mesma que não precisava ter medo, que era um paciente como outro qualquer, e que eu não tinha diferenciação a fazer no atendimento. Era a biossegurança padrão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nunca imaginei que em apenas 5 meses de formada viveria situações tão intensas como as que acontecem aqui em São Miguel do Guamá. Cada dia é um dia cheio de aprendizados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-8935150208553293249?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/8935150208553293249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=8935150208553293249' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8935150208553293249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8935150208553293249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/06/intensidade.html' title='intensidade.'/><author><name>Bah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13464802197938622984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-892431819730074904</id><published>2010-05-21T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T15:54:06.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confort me now</title><content type='html'>Achei as letras do Dharma Burns!&lt;div&gt;RÁ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Confort me now"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Comfort me now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Comfort me now&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t believe in this world&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you think I am an exception&lt;br /&gt;I’m just trying to change what we’ve done&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the lights&lt;br /&gt;I must pretend that I’m fine&lt;br /&gt;No memories and no reflections&lt;br /&gt;And there is no place we can go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Cause I don’t believe in this world&lt;br /&gt;And I can't see any direction&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the lights&lt;br /&gt;Please I want look in your eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;It’s a brand new world&lt;br /&gt;And we know that’s a lie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Comfort me now&lt;br /&gt;I must pretend that I’m fine&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you think that I am an exception&lt;br /&gt;I’m just trying to change what we’ve done&lt;/p&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/4559264940683001800-892431819730074904?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/892431819730074904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=892431819730074904' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/892431819730074904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/892431819730074904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/05/confort-me-now.html' title='confort me now'/><author><name>Bárbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091455925397001845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-8761129124420664476</id><published>2010-05-19T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:09:28.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E os dias vão passando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-8761129124420664476?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/8761129124420664476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=8761129124420664476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8761129124420664476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8761129124420664476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-os-dias-vao-passando.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091455925397001845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-7793273753923007721</id><published>2010-05-19T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:01:14.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contramão</title><content type='html'>Essa letra é bonita.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E interessante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um brinde a essa música hoje!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lY_l-gFGPu8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=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/lY_l-gFGPu8&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/4559264940683001800-7793273753923007721?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/7793273753923007721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=7793273753923007721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7793273753923007721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7793273753923007721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/05/contramao.html' title='Contramão'/><author><name>Bárbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091455925397001845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-4865029237840506983</id><published>2010-05-18T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:11:23.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Se cuida e fica bem.&lt;div&gt;Não te conheço mais tem gente que ainda tem cuidado com você."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já diziam os meninos do Sincera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-4865029237840506983?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/4865029237840506983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=4865029237840506983' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4865029237840506983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4865029237840506983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/05/se-cuida-e-fica-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091455925397001845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-356346972459706654</id><published>2010-05-17T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:05:17.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do que não deu certo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pode ser que os dias passem&lt;br /&gt;     passe a chuva, a santa, a vontade te dar tanta atenção assim&lt;br /&gt;     Pode ser que não&lt;br /&gt;     Pode ser que as coisas fiquem&lt;br /&gt;     Pode ser que o mundo gire e de repente tudo esteja pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;     Pode ser que não&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    A paisagem simples encerra&lt;br /&gt;     muito mais do que lhe ocorreu&lt;br /&gt;     em outra maneira de perceber&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Pode ser que a luz se acenda&lt;br /&gt;     e as cores que se mostram não te agradem ou comovam&lt;br /&gt;     pode ser que não&lt;br /&gt;     Pode ser que ela perceba&lt;br /&gt;     e pode ser que ele ceda ao seus jogos infantis de sedução&lt;br /&gt;     Pode ser que não&lt;br /&gt;     A paisagem simples encerra&lt;br /&gt;     muito mais do que lhe ocorreu&lt;br /&gt;     em outra maneira de perceber&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;    Pode ser que a outra metade&lt;br /&gt;     venha ser assim tão diferente de você, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;     Pode ser que não&lt;br /&gt;     Pode ser que a noite acabe&lt;br /&gt;     e quem sabe a música se torne silencio e solidão&lt;br /&gt;     PODE SER QUE NÃO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-356346972459706654?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/356346972459706654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=356346972459706654' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/356346972459706654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/356346972459706654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-que-nao-deu-certo.html' title='Do que não deu certo'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-1311666584906862364</id><published>2010-05-09T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T15:33:57.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nevilton</title><content type='html'>Dia 23 de maio tá confirmado o show do &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nevilton"&gt;Nevilton (PR)&lt;/a&gt; em Belém.&lt;br /&gt;Falando nele, acho essa música muito fofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lua e Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nevilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Composição: Nevilton de Alencar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela que vivia sozinha&lt;br /&gt;só queria saber&lt;br /&gt;o que devia ter&lt;br /&gt;de especial no amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E num dia especial&lt;br /&gt;encontrou o seu sol&lt;br /&gt;e sentiu algo anormal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a distância&lt;br /&gt;que afasta a lua do sol&lt;br /&gt;só faz doer&lt;br /&gt;mas tudo isso é normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tal distancia&lt;br /&gt;não afasta só esse casal&lt;br /&gt;que está a sofrer&lt;br /&gt;por este triste mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o vídeo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RJAm7EguIDI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/RJAm7EguIDI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/4559264940683001800-1311666584906862364?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/1311666584906862364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=1311666584906862364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1311666584906862364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1311666584906862364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/05/nevilton.html' title='nevilton'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-5902952700483727311</id><published>2010-04-26T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T07:49:51.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que me tira do sério?&lt;br /&gt;Não saber o que quero saber.&lt;br /&gt;Ter dúvidas sobre o que quero.&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que sim e pensar que não.&lt;br /&gt;Pensar e não saber sobre o que eu não penso (terceiro).&lt;br /&gt;Não saber o que se acha de mim, mesmo sabendo que já sei (acho que sei).&lt;br /&gt;Ter que esperar sempre chegar um dia específico.&lt;br /&gt;Odiar sempre o mesmo dia específico.&lt;br /&gt;Criar expectativa sobre  algo que gera todas as coisas acima.&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que quero algo que já tinha prometido a mim mesma por experiências antigas, que não queria.&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a querer.&lt;br /&gt;Não parar de pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma música (versão onomatopéias).&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Chega de frescura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-5902952700483727311?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/5902952700483727311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=5902952700483727311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5902952700483727311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5902952700483727311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-que-me-tira-do-serio-nao-saber-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bárbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11091455925397001845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-1682656958074895147</id><published>2010-04-10T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:54:03.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por que sempre é assim? Quando todas as peças parecem estar indo pro seu lugar, tem um vulto que mexe o tabuleiro só pra fazer pensar tudo de novo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando isso acontece é pra pensar mais do que na jogada inicial, porque sempre te faz achar que se aconteceu, é porque teve algum motivo e não pode ser ignorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os testes que o destinos se responsabiliza por colocar no caminho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-1682656958074895147?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/1682656958074895147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=1682656958074895147' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1682656958074895147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1682656958074895147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/04/por-que-sempre-e-assim-quando-todas-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Bah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13464802197938622984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-5704465635397323334</id><published>2010-04-03T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:19:41.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Semana Santa.&lt;br /&gt;Feriado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demandas, demandas, demandas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-5704465635397323334?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/5704465635397323334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=5704465635397323334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5704465635397323334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5704465635397323334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/04/semana-santa.html' title=''/><author><name>Bah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13464802197938622984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-846876313384120074</id><published>2010-03-21T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:32:55.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clipe do Sincera no ar</title><content type='html'>Gosto dessa música.&lt;br /&gt;Ela me lembra uma fase muito forte e intensa da minha vida... acho que 2006...&lt;br /&gt;Tempo legal. Resultou em muito aprendizado e amadurecimento sem igual.&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo, essa música representa a transição de duas bárbaras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NaSp54EXO_g&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/NaSp54EXO_g&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&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/4559264940683001800-846876313384120074?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/846876313384120074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=846876313384120074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/846876313384120074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/846876313384120074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/03/clipe-do-sincera-no-ar.html' title='Clipe do Sincera no ar'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-7734269133207284679</id><published>2010-03-21T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:10:57.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quando?</title><content type='html'>mudanças&lt;br /&gt;constantes&lt;br /&gt;de&lt;br /&gt;humor&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;irritam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fundo sempre tem um motivo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-7734269133207284679?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/7734269133207284679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=7734269133207284679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7734269133207284679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7734269133207284679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/03/quando.html' title='quando?'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-3882208863277947821</id><published>2010-03-21T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:08:22.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Esperar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esperar&lt;/span&gt; esperar &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;esperar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Até quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-3882208863277947821?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/3882208863277947821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=3882208863277947821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3882208863277947821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3882208863277947821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/03/esperar-esperar-esperar-esperar-esperar.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-3579374019297304268</id><published>2010-03-13T22:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:29:39.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felicidade á distância.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-3579374019297304268?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/3579374019297304268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=3579374019297304268' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3579374019297304268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3579374019297304268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/03/felicidade-distancia.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-8939306150907320771</id><published>2010-03-13T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:27:18.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fazer o planejamento do megafônica é uma das coisas mais fodas que eu faço da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Como um dia foi possível viver sem saber o que era isso tudo? o Fora do Eixo? Um coletivo de verdade?&lt;br /&gt;"Se eu tivesse uma banda não saberia mais existir se não fosse sendo de um coletivo... como essas bandas conseguem?" (Andro, na última reunião do coletivo).&lt;br /&gt;A sensação é bem mais abrangente do que às vezes parece.&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de fazer isso (e só isso) também é mais abrangente.&lt;br /&gt;Existem hoje, em Belém, pelo menos 8 bandas mais felizes que todas as outras, digo isso com a maior certeza do mundo. Toda a certeza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-8939306150907320771?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/8939306150907320771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=8939306150907320771' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8939306150907320771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8939306150907320771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/03/fazer-o-planejamento-do-megafonica-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-8957527012937595192</id><published>2010-03-13T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:20:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saudade é o sentimento mais forte que existe.&lt;br /&gt;E o que mais desperta outros sentimentos também, em cascata. Sucessão dos mais variados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-8957527012937595192?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/8957527012937595192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=8957527012937595192' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8957527012937595192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8957527012937595192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/03/saudade-e-o-sentimento-mais-forte-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-6034131493627471008</id><published>2010-03-13T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:13:15.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hoje eu ganhei uma música.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;E o dia também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-6034131493627471008?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/6034131493627471008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=6034131493627471008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6034131493627471008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6034131493627471008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2010/03/hoje-eu-ganhei-uma-musica.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-2082571181171314930</id><published>2009-12-26T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:35:41.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>escolhas.</title><content type='html'>Dias de tensão me fazendo tomar uma decisão que eu já sei qual é.&lt;br /&gt;O problema são as coisas atreladas a ela, que geram medo. Mais eu sei que vou saber gerir bem, como sempre procuro fazer. Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro passo foi dado, a resposta foi melhor que o esperado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com clareza? Imagine se você passa 5 anos em uma faculdade foda, fazendo um curso foda, visado, principalmente pela sua família, que esta ali, o tempo todo esperando, e quando a espera acaba, surge uma SUPER oportunidade, totalmente irrecusável. Qual o problema então? Aceitar. Aceitar e ter de mudar de cidade, deixar Belém. O que significa bem mais que deixar Belém. Significa colocar em risco um processo que vem crescendo de forma extremamente intensa e rápida, e que me faz feliz tão quanto ser dentista (ou mais. Sim, acho que mais).&lt;br /&gt;Muita coisa vai acontecer se eu recusar a proposta dos meus pais, e muita coisa vai acontecer se eu aceitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo já sabia que a hora de esscolher poderia chegar, só não esperava que fosse ser tão rápido, daqui a 10 dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loucura.&lt;br /&gt;Muita reflexão.&lt;br /&gt;Necessidade de certeza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-2082571181171314930?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/2082571181171314930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=2082571181171314930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2082571181171314930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2082571181171314930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/12/escolhas.html' title='escolhas.'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-1581652365473028873</id><published>2009-12-26T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:36:18.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8 dias em Cuiabá.&lt;br /&gt;Semana do Audiovisual.&lt;br /&gt;Circuito Fora do Eixo.&lt;br /&gt;Espaço Cubo.&lt;br /&gt;Outras coisas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-1581652365473028873?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/1581652365473028873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=1581652365473028873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1581652365473028873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1581652365473028873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-dias-em-cuiaba.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-1598380960522926976</id><published>2009-12-11T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:05:49.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sexta-feira,  11 de dezembro de 2009.&lt;br /&gt;2009... que ano esse... cheio, totalmente repleto de coisas boas... coisas inesperadas, coisas esperadas... muito progresso, muita evolução...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida, na minha década dos "20", foi o melhor ano até agora! E o segundo semeste dele, digo. Um e-mail, uma conversa, pessoas dizendo que sim, uma viagem ao Estado que eu só ouvia falar que existia, até então. Vida mudada em 30 minutos. E nada poderia ter sido mais providencial, hora exata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada acontecimento antes, era completamente calculado, não por mim. Sabe lá por quem... meu anjo da guarda, espírito protetor ou seja lá o que for isso anda comigo e me proteje... o fato é que o ciclo de tempestades que vinham acontecendo na minha vida, a fase de transição que tanto me fez sofrer, só aconteceu pra causar alegrias, um pouco mais a frente, bem pouco mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O processo é bem rápido, dinâmico, urgente, e tudo que acontece relacionado a ele segue o mesmo princípio, toda aquela fase tempestuosa que eu passei era um precedente do que estaria por vir. Uma nova tempestade. Mas de coisas tão... (ache uma palavra pra definir...), tão... demasiadamente fantásticas, que me fizeram até pensar em desistir do que estou prestes a concluir em 4 dias: a minha vida acadêmica. Claro que jamais faria isso, mas isso foi cogitado quando vi que o meu sonho de verdade, aquilo me deixa em estado de extase, feliz, realizada, era possível e estava ali, na minha frente, sendo provado por a + b sobre a sua viabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que tenho 2 sonhos que se complementam, claro que um, é o sonho verdadeiro, o sonho que te tira o ar, que te faz sentir estimulada a buscar cada vez mais, a mostrar que pode mais a cada fato... e o outro, mais tranquilo, sereno, relaxante... essencial, belo...&lt;br /&gt;Quando me encontrei nos 2, vi que tinham uma ligação bem íntima em comum: a arte. Expressa de maneiras diferentes, porém similares. E que me fazem ser feliz a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 dias me separam de um novo ciclo. Uma nova fase.&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma dificuldade vai surgir - a conciliação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo o que se quer, nada fica tão complicado assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-1598380960522926976?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/1598380960522926976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=1598380960522926976' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1598380960522926976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1598380960522926976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html' title='2009.'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-5682889852461810427</id><published>2009-12-11T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:49:01.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O desafio é que faz querer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-5682889852461810427?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/5682889852461810427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=5682889852461810427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5682889852461810427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5682889852461810427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-desafio-e-que-faz-querer.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-2591504325068189054</id><published>2009-12-08T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:58:19.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra todas as horas.</title><content type='html'>Porque ela vai viajar e eu vou ficar com saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx84wEh63DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/r_MsvqCdHbA/s1600-h/aDSCN2119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx84wEh63DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/r_MsvqCdHbA/s320/aDSCN2119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413107675623513138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois de 3 meses vendo essa criatura todo dia da minha vida, praticamente, morando com ela por uns e outros dias no meio de muito, muito trabalho... ficar longe dela por 1 mês vai ser, digamos... uma tortura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx84vvsrjyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rj8K3_2OuEU/s1600-h/aImagem+521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx84vvsrjyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rj8K3_2OuEU/s320/aImagem+521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413107670031503138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minha base, meu braço direito... nos momentos mais incríveis e nos mais horríveis também... e a recíproca é totalmente verdadeira!&lt;br /&gt;Até lágrimas já se fora juntas, risadas, choros de tanto rir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx83w3vWZsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5q7dNDt06oo/s1600-h/aDSCN1396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx83w3vWZsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5q7dNDt06oo/s320/aDSCN1396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413106589858424514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muitas coisas degustada juntas, até lanche caro e ruim do aeroporto de Manaus. Cuiabá e um monte de histórias no bolso pra contar, histórias com H e com E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx83RrgMbkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1G0jY4VEh78/s1600-h/DSCN1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx83RrgMbkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1G0jY4VEh78/s320/DSCN1124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413106053997686338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estresses, raiva, brigas, enjôo de olhar uma pra cara da outra, cobranças, auto cobranças, lições de ética, de fidelidade. Lealdade. Lealdade singular, inclusive. Transpassando qualquer tipo de relação. Se tornando por muitas vezes suficiente. Várias vezes chegando a achar que a gente se basta. Não, não é verdade. Mas a troca é tão forte que as vezes dá pra achar que sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx83RV3dKsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Iwvk9sDgOHY/s1600-h/DSCN1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx83RV3dKsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Iwvk9sDgOHY/s320/DSCN1043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413106048189672130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Horas de silêncio que não te deixam sem graça por não ter o que falar, intimidade pra ter a chave da casa dela quando ela mesma não a tem. Senha do computador, email e o que for trocadas num grau de confiança absurdo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx83Q7uOtoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/a7EtOhC8Vrs/s1600-h/DSCN1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx83Q7uOtoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/a7EtOhC8Vrs/s320/DSCN1025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413106041171654274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muita coisa feita, produzida, de formas inusitadas e de maneira tão singela, que chega a causar inveja a quem vê de fora, inveja que faz mal, mas a nossa amizade e lealdade é tão forte, que nada é capaz de sequer, balançar. A proteção é muito superior. Parece ser combinada pelos nossos espíritos protetores. Até as cartas dizem as mesmas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx83QugBOPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ywa4utxmjTM/s1600-h/DSCN1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx83QugBOPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ywa4utxmjTM/s320/DSCN1019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413106037622388978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Momentos pra todos os gostos, uma novela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx83QAW_G_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/drCczqTFDzE/s1600-h/calango_09_544..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx83QAW_G_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/drCczqTFDzE/s320/calango_09_544..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413106025236470770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Intensa e feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Tranquila.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz e tranquila.&lt;br /&gt;Serena.&lt;br /&gt;Tranquila e serena.&lt;br /&gt;Sincera.&lt;br /&gt;Tranquila, serena, sincera, feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-2591504325068189054?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/2591504325068189054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=2591504325068189054' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2591504325068189054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2591504325068189054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/12/pra-todas-as-horas.html' title='Pra todas as horas.'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sx84wEh63DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/r_MsvqCdHbA/s72-c/aDSCN2119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-8187378341337523732</id><published>2009-12-08T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:48:47.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fato-ocorrido-não-tão-bem-finalizado</title><content type='html'>É, Bárbara... Levou pra longe mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazia tempo que essa sensação de perda não me tirava o sono, a concentração, o humor, a vontade de acordar...&lt;br /&gt;Fazia tempo também que eu não precisava lidar com uma situação sequer parecida com essa, na verdade nem um pouco parecida. Zero parecida. Totalmente incomum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem momentos na vida em que vc está habituado com uma rotina de muitos anos e ela se rompe, pensamentos diferentes passam a fazer parte da nova rotina, novas coisas precisam ser vividas, o "tempo perdido" precisa ser "recupedado", o mundo passa a ser mais colorido pós &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fato-ocorrido-não-tão-bem-finalizado&lt;/span&gt; e esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;Um detalhe que pode até fazer-se entender atos, é o tal histórico do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fato-ocorrido-não-tão-bem-finalizado&lt;/span&gt;, que pode estar atrelado a fatos profundos, com cargas elevadas de emoções e sentimentos destruídos de forma cruel e insensível. Daí outros atos, também cruéis e insensíveis. E principalmente: involuntários (até certo ponto, claro). Mas totalmente desvinculados de pensamentos inescrupulosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais,&lt;br /&gt;sinto-falta-do-que-tive-por-dias-de-muita&lt;br /&gt;muita&lt;br /&gt;muita&lt;br /&gt;muita&lt;br /&gt;muita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;troca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. De verdade. Troca real, e virtual. Sincera (sim, sincera). Verdadeira (sim, verdadeira).&lt;br /&gt;E trocas em duas vias e dois sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Fortes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que deixaram marcas pequenas e simples.&lt;br /&gt;Simples palavras, jeitos, atitudes, gestos singulares, sotaques diferentes. Unificados por dois meios singulares, &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;coletivos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pausa.&lt;br /&gt;Pra mais um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fato-ocorrido-não-tão-bem-finalizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E que não se finalize assim.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/4559264940683001800-8187378341337523732?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/8187378341337523732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=8187378341337523732' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8187378341337523732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8187378341337523732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/12/fato-ocorrido-nao-tao-bem-finalizado.html' title='fato-ocorrido-não-tão-bem-finalizado'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-4879887648522230634</id><published>2009-12-08T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:19:53.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desistência&lt;br /&gt;bate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;À&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-4879887648522230634?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/4879887648522230634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=4879887648522230634' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4879887648522230634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4879887648522230634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/12/desistencia-bate-porta.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-4384969881517242694</id><published>2009-12-03T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:03:02.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;a passeio pelo mundo    &lt;br /&gt;sem saber qual é a rota    &lt;br /&gt;vou sem freio    &lt;br /&gt;piso fundo    &lt;br /&gt;pago à vista cada aposta&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;a passeio contra o tempo    &lt;br /&gt;ao mesmo tempo    &lt;br /&gt;sigo mais de mil estradas    &lt;br /&gt;adentro rumo ao meu centro    &lt;br /&gt;afora tudo me nada&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;nada no lugar    &lt;br /&gt;let it be, deixe estar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-4384969881517242694?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/4384969881517242694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=4384969881517242694' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4384969881517242694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4384969881517242694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/12/passeio-pelo-mundo-sem-saber-qual-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-1407687889847186482</id><published>2009-12-03T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:48:40.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E no fim, quando vc nutre covardia, colhe o que está atrelado a ela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-1407687889847186482?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/1407687889847186482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=1407687889847186482' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1407687889847186482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1407687889847186482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-no-fim-quando-vc-nutre-covardia-colhe.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-4268603975168060577</id><published>2009-12-01T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:02:18.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adorando o fim do meu curso chegando... o nervosismo de apresentar o TCC tá ficando menor que a vontade de acabar logo e poder me dedicar mais ao que eu gosto de verdade: produção cultural.&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia que passa tem mais ações do Megafônica, hoje por exemplo, entrou no ar a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/tvmegafonica"&gt;webtv&lt;/a&gt;, semana passada foi pro ar também o 3º Programa Megafônico, pod cast que já tá pedindo pra ser semanal... até as coisas ruins que acontecem tem um lado favorável muito massa dentro do processo, tô começando a despertar coisas que não sabia que era capaz. Isso é bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conexão do ponto fora do eixo Belém com os outros estados tá crescendo, relação com a regional Norte do circuito bem estreita, sede consolidade, núcleos e tecnologias sociais do coletivo se formando a cada dia, estudo sobre a implantação da economia solidária dentro do coletivo acontecendo... quem é que vai querer ser dentista no meio disso tudo? rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo ser dentista, desde que eu possa me dedicar ao que realmente gosto além de atender a galera do circuito no consultório via FDE Card! hehe&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/4559264940683001800-4268603975168060577?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/4268603975168060577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=4268603975168060577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4268603975168060577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4268603975168060577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/12/adorando-o-fim-do-meu-curso-chegando.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-4688636979276273047</id><published>2009-12-01T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:51:04.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tempestade passando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-4688636979276273047?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/4688636979276273047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=4688636979276273047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4688636979276273047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4688636979276273047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/12/tempestade-passando.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-7388254186197236933</id><published>2009-11-28T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:43:49.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendendo onde o seu egoísmo pode te levar.</title><content type='html'>Quando tudo vai acontecendo e você vai deixando acontecer... sem pensar onde aquilo pode chegar... pense que pode ser em um lugar muito ruim. E quando tiverem mais pessoas chegando lá com você, fica mais... digamos... foda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter uma fonte de coragem guardada que eu pudesse usar quando fosse necessário. Sempre. Hã? É. Não tenho. Fato é que tenho que produzir esse hormônio urgente se quiser continuar evoluindo. Não são só 3, mas 4. No fundo são 3 sim.&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa urgente é aprender a analizar situações. Enxergar com antecedência o que se pode causar com simples atitudes. Ou, de outra forma, com a ausência dela.&lt;br /&gt;As cartas foram bem claras, 2 vezes. Agora passo a ver os fatos se consolidando como reais e parece quando você faz uma coisa e a sua mãe diz pra não fazer e você ignora. Depois que passa, pensa: putz, porque não ouvi minha mãe... É simples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão simples como deve ser aceitar as consequências e assumi-las.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-7388254186197236933?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/7388254186197236933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=7388254186197236933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7388254186197236933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7388254186197236933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/11/aprendendo-onde-o-seu-egoismo-pode-te.html' title='Aprendendo onde o seu egoísmo pode te levar.'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-6559800792027241126</id><published>2009-10-25T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:26:52.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Programa Megafônico - 001</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTY*ODc*MTAyNzcmcHQ9MTI1NjQ4NzU1NTI2MiZwPTg*NjgxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTM*ZWE2NDE3MTNkNjQ5MGRiYmFmNWMxYWRlNGIzOTgwJm9mPTA=.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt; Primeiro Pod Cast do Coletivo Megafônica. Ouça! &lt;div style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: -7px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.podomatic.com/swf/jwplayer44.swf" width="320" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="plugins=viral-1&amp;amp;viral.link=http://megafonica.podOmatic.com&amp;amp;height=340&amp;amp;file=http://megafonica.podOmatic.com/mrss_stream.xml&amp;amp;playlist=bottom&amp;amp;playlistsize=80&amp;amp;streamer=rtmp://streams.podomatic.com/vod"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Programa Megafônico - 001&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Direção: Sidney Filho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Produção de áudio: Léo Chermont&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Produção: Bahrbara Andrade e Adele Pickerell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Co-produção: Clarysse Dias e Manuel Cardoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apresentação/locução: Andro Felipe, Daniel Soares e Juca Culatra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nesta edição:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entrevista: Homero da Cuíca (cineasta e DJ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(O Programa Megafônico é uma produção do Coletivo Megafônico e Circuito Fora do Eixo, com apoio do Casarão Cultural Floresta Sonora)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-6559800792027241126?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/6559800792027241126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=6559800792027241126' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6559800792027241126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6559800792027241126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Programa Megafônico - 001'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-3384902479604606555</id><published>2009-10-12T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:33:09.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dê amor&lt;br /&gt;Dê paixão&lt;br /&gt;Dê espera&lt;br /&gt;Dê esperma&lt;br /&gt;Dê prazer&lt;br /&gt;Dê fogo&lt;br /&gt;Dê  uma nela&lt;br /&gt;De carinho&lt;br /&gt;De sacanagem&lt;br /&gt;De sarro&lt;br /&gt;De fato&lt;br /&gt;Dê amor&lt;br /&gt;Dê  segurança&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-3384902479604606555?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/3384902479604606555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=3384902479604606555' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3384902479604606555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3384902479604606555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-amor-de-paixao-de-espera-de-esperma.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-6151054060905697027</id><published>2009-10-12T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:44:49.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uma das coisas que eu mais quero ver no Se Rasgum é o Cérebro Eletrônico, ô banda foda essa! Não cinsigo parar de ouvir "Primeira Pedra".&lt;br /&gt;"Quero mais que você me cante&lt;br /&gt;Quero mais que você me toque&lt;br /&gt;Quero mais que  você me olhe&lt;br /&gt;Quero mais que você me fale"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-6151054060905697027?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/6151054060905697027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=6151054060905697027' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6151054060905697027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6151054060905697027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/10/uma-das-coisas-que-eu-mais-quero-ver-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-8534564592403139209</id><published>2009-09-07T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:24:17.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colocando sal nas feridas</title><content type='html'>Já consigo enxergar as cores novamente. Agora tudo é mais claro para mim. Os carros, as flores.&lt;br /&gt;A partir desse momento eu volto a respirar. Quem me conhece sabe que ando muito vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Já passei por ruas, túneis, bifurcações; mas agora eu percebi que você não passa de um espaço aberto pela multidão. Eu não vou mais lhe procurar, o meu caminho é um só e eu preciso seguir. Atento, em frente, distante de tudo que possa me levar ao mal. Eu vou seguindo além dos arranhões, colocando sal nas feridas e esperando o tempo que o tempo demora para curar.&lt;br /&gt;Com movimentos rápidos, eu posso desinventar.&lt;br /&gt;Mágica para os seus olhos, mas distante das suas mãos. Mágica para os seus olhos, eu posso até inventar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas você vai sumindo, desaparecendo como foto velha perdendo a cor. Se olhe no espelho, meu amigo, ainda há muito tempo pra você brilhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-8534564592403139209?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/8534564592403139209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=8534564592403139209' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8534564592403139209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8534564592403139209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/09/ja-consigo-enxergar-as-cores-novamente.html' title='Colocando sal nas feridas'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-3865270387801289269</id><published>2009-08-30T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:54:28.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aluga-se vende</title><content type='html'>Essa é a melhor música que eu já ouvi em alguns meses... simplesmente sensacional, daquelas de parar tudo só pra escutar ela bem a fundo... fechar os olhos e cantar junto insanamente. É isso que eu sinto quando escuto &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aluga-se vende&lt;/span&gt;, do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Móveis Coloniais de Acaju&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alto lá não volte aqui não&lt;br /&gt;Quem te fez fingir viver uma vida feliz?&lt;br /&gt;Ah!  Eu sei meras tolices&lt;br /&gt;Nos fizeram sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Precisar de um juiz&lt;br /&gt;Mas  essas tuas chaves já não&lt;br /&gt;Servem mais&lt;br /&gt;Meu quarto e sala já tem um  corretor&lt;br /&gt;E se você quiser terá de alugar meu amor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alto lá não fale assim não&lt;br /&gt;Nem no medo vão nos ver ter a vida feliz&lt;br /&gt;Mas  cansei pois além disso&lt;br /&gt;nossa estupidez&lt;br /&gt;Não nos deixou ver quanto  gris&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Essas tuas frases já não&lt;br /&gt;Ofendem mais&lt;br /&gt;Meu quarto e sala já tem  um fiador&lt;br /&gt;E se você quiser saiba que eu tenho já meu amor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nem mais sei quem é você&lt;br /&gt;Que está aqui de mudanças&lt;br /&gt;Só vou lhe deixar aí  solidão e lembranças&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vê se vem buscar o que&lt;br /&gt;Restou aqui de lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Pois já é hora de pôr  recordações para fora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-3865270387801289269?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/3865270387801289269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=3865270387801289269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3865270387801289269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3865270387801289269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/08/aluga-se-vende.html' title='Aluga-se vende'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-8772430077268260610</id><published>2009-08-26T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:39:37.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 e 2</title><content type='html'>Agora já era.&lt;br /&gt;Vai demorar pra voltar ao normal...&lt;br /&gt;(me peguei escrevendo isso e pensando em duas coisas que as frases acima se encaixam...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. tem coisa que simples palavras não mudam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ainda dá tempo de reverter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. mas os antecedentes são favoráveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. o problema é querer reverter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. mas as coisas ruins sempre acabam marcando de forma intensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. é mais fácil aproveitar os ultimos momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. juro que quero esquecer o episódio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. e QUE últimos momentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. melhor lembrar mesmo só do episódio da Leona - A aliança do mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "momento errado na hora errada", mas e agora? #comofas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. =) vai passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. vive-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. demora, mas passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. =D vai passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1. the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. rápido, e passa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-8772430077268260610?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/8772430077268260610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=8772430077268260610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8772430077268260610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8772430077268260610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-e-2.html' title='1 e 2'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-1191445704468258826</id><published>2009-08-23T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:01:41.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>onde está o ar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ai ai... ando me sentindo tão sozinha nos últimos tempos... de tantas críticas, passei a guardar as coisas pra mim de uma forma tão intensa que chega a incomodar. É muito estranho ter pessoas que você confia a não contar seus segredos... tristezas e acontecimentos recentes... Mas talvez esse seja mesmo o certo. Pode não tá fazendo bem porque ando sufocada por mim mesma, mas me poupa de mais comentários maldosos (incrível, de amigos)sobre o que eu faço e penso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Não sou acostumada a não compartilhar assuntos específicos com pessoas que amo. Isso distancia. Esfria qualquer tipo de relação. Mas consigo estar bem ciente de que se não for assim, a distância vem de formas piores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;É Bárbara, você tá aprendendo a se calar... mas pode escrever, pelo menos, é uma forma de &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;minimizar&lt;/span&gt; o sufocamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-1191445704468258826?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/1191445704468258826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=1191445704468258826' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1191445704468258826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1191445704468258826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/08/onde-esta-o-ar.html' title='onde está o ar?'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-43406755554312290</id><published>2009-08-18T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:11:03.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sempre que eu encontro o que procuro/preciso, se vai como o Sol, sim, como o Sol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-43406755554312290?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/43406755554312290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=43406755554312290' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/43406755554312290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/43406755554312290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/08/sempre-que-eu-encontro-o-que-procuro-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-8019146156827598385</id><published>2009-08-10T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:08:56.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A impulsividade alheia pode ser ruim, não só a quem a faz, mas aos que o rondam. Existe um uma palavra chamada lembrança. Mas existem outras palavras também... mais fortes e bonitas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-8019146156827598385?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/8019146156827598385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=8019146156827598385' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8019146156827598385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8019146156827598385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/08/impulsividade-alheia-pode-ser-ruim-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-7261221379783764369</id><published>2009-08-10T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:06:47.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sábado foi o dia mais feliz do ano, até hoje, e nada, nada, vai fazer ele ser menos feliz do que foi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-7261221379783764369?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/7261221379783764369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=7261221379783764369' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7261221379783764369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7261221379783764369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/08/sabado-foi-o-dia-mais-feliz-do-ano-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-2922453097591666641</id><published>2009-08-06T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:05:16.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lua. Olhando daqui de tempos em tempos existem nuvens cobrindo-a, depois ela está radiante, brilhando única no céu... com a companhia de uma estrela singela e calma... uma solitária estrela, ao meu ângulo. E olhando essa cena, penso que minha doce dor se esconde por trás de um sorriso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-2922453097591666641?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/2922453097591666641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=2922453097591666641' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2922453097591666641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2922453097591666641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/08/lua.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-8470099597974883546</id><published>2009-08-04T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:30:42.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are places I remember all my life, though some have changed. Some forever, not for better, some have gone and some remain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-8470099597974883546?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/8470099597974883546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=8470099597974883546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8470099597974883546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8470099597974883546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-are-places-i-remember-all-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-5240988488007128882</id><published>2009-08-04T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:25:48.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Na verdade, ela só quer descansar.&lt;br /&gt;Descansar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-5240988488007128882?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/5240988488007128882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=5240988488007128882' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5240988488007128882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5240988488007128882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/08/na-verdade-ela-so-quer-descansar.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-171993248948143667</id><published>2009-07-19T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:11:26.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O desgosto do gasto.</title><content type='html'>Andei pensando na minha vida e nas coisas que ando fazendo nos últimos dias... cheguei à conclusão que um simples pedaço de música resume bem minhas conclusões, na verdade a música inteira poderia fazer isso, mas decide por essa estrofe:&lt;br /&gt;"Quando percebe o desgosto do gasto&lt;br /&gt;E gosto da farsa&lt;br /&gt;Disfarça que não tem tamanho&lt;br /&gt;Nem foco, nem brilho, nem alma, nem cor&lt;br /&gt;E ainda desmente que medo não sente&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo é pecado e nada é perdão&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade reinará"&lt;br /&gt;Chega a ser incrível como o Móveis Coloniais de Acajú, ou mais precisamente o André Gonzales (lindo, rsrs) conseguiu retratar EXATAMENTE o que eu tava sentindo. Na verdade, acho que todo mundo um dia passa ou sente isso. São os &lt;em&gt;clichês sentimentais &lt;/em&gt;da vida. Todo mundo vive. E aprende. E cresce. Mas antes, tem que sentir. E nem diria que sofrer, mas pelo menos magoar-se, ou sentir um rancorzinho, que permanece guardado até levar ao esquecimento.&lt;br /&gt;A partir de agora, vou agir diferente. Vou fazer as coisas do jeito que eu nunca achei que fosse certo, mas aprendi que é, apesar de não ter tanta graça - mas no fundo, ter - como deveria. Acho que as coisas feitas com impulso são mais dignas de &lt;em&gt;carpe diem&lt;/em&gt; do que as medidas e pensadas e calculadas. Na verdade, tudo isso depende de cada pessoa que se envolve com você e/ou passa pela sua vida. No final, tudo é sempre igual: &lt;strong&gt;quanto mais você procura com ansiedade, mais  vai demorar pra achar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que isso significa que é hora de ligar o foda-se. E vou aproveitar pra fazer isso, já que agora comecei a me acalmar e descansar.&lt;br /&gt;Game over para as pequenas causas sem futuro algum e com única finalidade e de total banalidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ficou mais claro que "inclaro".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-171993248948143667?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/171993248948143667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=171993248948143667' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/171993248948143667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/171993248948143667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-desgosto-do-gasto.html' title='O desgosto do gasto.'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-3816407315570234293</id><published>2009-07-16T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:43:21.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A graça dura pouco tempo. Sempre é assim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria poder fazer ela durar mais, mas a culpa é minha mesmo. Não interessa porque, mas é. Eu sei bem que é.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-3816407315570234293?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/3816407315570234293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=3816407315570234293' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3816407315570234293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3816407315570234293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/07/graca-dura-pouco-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-4732354900558718783</id><published>2009-07-15T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:15:09.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra manter ou mudar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sl5i8kGYAiI/AAAAAAAAADo/clUckWRfD1k/s1600-h/DSCN6747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sl5i8kGYAiI/AAAAAAAAADo/clUckWRfD1k/s320/DSCN6747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358829399239557666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu queria dizer&lt;br /&gt;Alguém disse antes de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu queria enxergar&lt;br /&gt;Já foi visto por alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada do que eu sei me diz quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Nada do que eu sou de fato sou eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu queria fazer&lt;br /&gt;Alguém fez antes de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu queria inventar&lt;br /&gt;Foi criado por alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada do que eu sou me diz o que sei&lt;br /&gt;Nada do que eu sei de fato é meu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo explodiu no infinito&lt;br /&gt;Fez de migalhas&lt;br /&gt;Um céu pontilhado em negrito&lt;br /&gt;Um ponto meu mundo girou&lt;br /&gt;Pra criar num minuto&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas que são&lt;br /&gt;Pra manter ou mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que eu tento acabar&lt;br /&gt;Já desisto antes do fim&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que eu tento entender&lt;br /&gt;Nada explica muito bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a explicação me diz o que sei:&lt;br /&gt;"Sempre que eu sei, alguém me ensinou"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora reinvento&lt;br /&gt;E refaço a roda, fogo, vento&lt;br /&gt;E retomo o dia, sono, beijo&lt;br /&gt;E repenso o que já li&lt;br /&gt;Redescubro um livro, som, silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Foguete, beija-flor no céu,&lt;br /&gt;Carrossel, da boca um dente&lt;br /&gt;Estrela cadente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que irá existir&lt;br /&gt;Tem uma porção de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que parece ser eu&lt;br /&gt;É um bocado de alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu sei me diz do que sou&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu sou também será seu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-4732354900558718783?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/4732354900558718783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/Sl5i8kGYAiI/AAAAAAAAADo/clUckWRfD1k/s72-c/DSCN6747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-5522640288701566598</id><published>2009-07-10T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:01:01.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vai correndo procurar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que almejou&lt;br /&gt;Já sabendo que ao voltar&lt;br /&gt;O mundo será outro&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia ele mudar&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo tiver fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se é grande sem crescer&lt;br /&gt;Não se cresce sem sentir&lt;br /&gt;Nada existe sem porquê, portanto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-5522640288701566598?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/5522640288701566598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=5522640288701566598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5522640288701566598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5522640288701566598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/07/vai-correndo-procurar-tudo-aquilo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-8343617323282149465</id><published>2009-07-07T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:22:15.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É, Michael... vais fazer falta...&lt;br /&gt;Boa viagem, brother.&lt;br /&gt;Vai com Deus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-8343617323282149465?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/8343617323282149465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=8343617323282149465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8343617323282149465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8343617323282149465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-5570074740775067981</id><published>2009-07-06T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:31:45.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hate.</title><content type='html'>I hate this need of being so cautious.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to have more emotion, intensity.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be afraid of doing something that care only to me.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to know what exactly in passing by your mind about me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this need of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live things I feel in the moment I feel, without thinking about any kind of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write a lot of things I'm thinking right now, but I will not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-5570074740775067981?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/5570074740775067981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=5570074740775067981' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5570074740775067981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5570074740775067981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/07/hate.html' title='hate.'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-5933356194198266955</id><published>2009-07-06T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:34:36.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sensatez.&lt;br /&gt;Descobri o significado dessa palavra. Quão linda ela é!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-5933356194198266955?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/5933356194198266955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=5933356194198266955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5933356194198266955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5933356194198266955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/07/sensatez.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-5130048675409005543</id><published>2009-07-04T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:05:41.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu. Eu sempre pensei que eu soubesse.Eu sempre teria o direito a viver no reino da bondade e verdade, e assim por diante. Mas agora vejo que eu estava errada.&lt;br /&gt;E você ria.&lt;br /&gt;E agora pareço uma tola por pensar que você estava alí, do meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;É de se espantar que eu esteja cansada?&lt;br /&gt;É de se espantar que eu me sinta tensa?&lt;br /&gt;É de se espantar eu não saber o que é certo?&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes é difícil saber onde fico, é difícil saber onde estou, ou talvez seja um quebra-cabeça que eu não entenda.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes tenho a sensação que estou indefesa na hora errada.&lt;br /&gt;Onde amor é só uma letra numa rima de criança, uma frase de efeito.&lt;br /&gt;Nada foi deixado dentro dessa velha catedral, somente os tristes e solitários guardiões.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-5130048675409005543?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/5130048675409005543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=5130048675409005543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5130048675409005543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5130048675409005543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-2917241512918239892</id><published>2009-07-03T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:29:25.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>telefonema estranho...&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;Por que agora? Justo agora?&lt;br /&gt;O que quer de mim? Não tenho mais nada pra oferecer. Nem quero. Just live me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos, acho que já tô curada.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendizados. Foram suficientes.&lt;br /&gt;Já fui embora, veja. Queira ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só pra constar, tô mais feliz assim.&lt;br /&gt;Bem mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-2917241512918239892?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/2917241512918239892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=2917241512918239892' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2917241512918239892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2917241512918239892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/07/telefonema-estranho.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-2872251375919987972</id><published>2009-07-03T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:22:37.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nada além do que satisfaz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-2872251375919987972?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/2872251375919987972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=2872251375919987972' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2872251375919987972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2872251375919987972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/07/nada-alem-do-que-satisfaz.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-1100912324878962781</id><published>2009-07-02T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:57:16.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Escrupulosidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-1100912324878962781?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/1100912324878962781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=1100912324878962781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1100912324878962781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1100912324878962781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/07/escrupulosidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-925374562392091834</id><published>2009-06-27T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T09:59:38.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SkZPiqmYKPI/AAAAAAAAADg/gClm6Omol7g/s1600-h/DSCN6166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SkZPiqmYKPI/AAAAAAAAADg/gClm6Omol7g/s320/DSCN6166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352052664145815794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Subvertigem" nunca fez tanto sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei diferente, como ainda não havia acordado desde uns tempos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-925374562392091834?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/925374562392091834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=925374562392091834' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/925374562392091834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/925374562392091834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/subvertigem-nunca-fez-tanto-sentido.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SkZPiqmYKPI/AAAAAAAAADg/gClm6Omol7g/s72-c/DSCN6166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-1502472395574465775</id><published>2009-06-26T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:58:03.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ando tendo sonhos estranhos...&lt;br /&gt;Muito estranhos... às vezes entendo porque sonho com determinadas coisas... só não é muito claro por que, agora, sonhar com isso?&lt;br /&gt;Freud, cadê você???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-1502472395574465775?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/1502472395574465775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=1502472395574465775' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1502472395574465775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1502472395574465775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/ando-tendo-sonhos-estranhos.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-5727856663139674705</id><published>2009-06-22T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:26:46.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SkAhNCvt-qI/AAAAAAAAADY/x0NcddOLcI8/s1600-h/DSCN9782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SkAhNCvt-qI/AAAAAAAAADY/x0NcddOLcI8/s320/DSCN9782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350312865275181730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Ser inacessível significa que você toca o mundo que o cerca moderadamente. Não come cinco codornas; come uma. Não danifica as plantas só para fazer uma churrasqueira. Não se expõe ao vento, a não ser que seja imprescindível. Não utiliza e espreme as pessoas até elas mirrarem e sumirem, especialmente aquelas que você ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;castañeda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-5727856663139674705?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/5727856663139674705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=5727856663139674705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5727856663139674705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5727856663139674705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SkAhNCvt-qI/AAAAAAAAADY/x0NcddOLcI8/s72-c/DSCN9782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-8077065538852080864</id><published>2009-06-22T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:00:29.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You win</title><content type='html'>Nunca tive tanta cautela/cuidado/medo ao tentar conquistar algo que quis.&lt;br /&gt;Quero. Ainda quero mais.&lt;br /&gt;Esse jogo é meio estratégico, de inteligência. Mas como já disse, nunca tive tanto medo ao jogar. Acho que nunca precisei disso, na verdade. E é divertido até. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas já chega, quero chegar logo na parte do "YOU WIN"&lt;br /&gt;\o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-8077065538852080864?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/8077065538852080864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=8077065538852080864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8077065538852080864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8077065538852080864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-win.html' title='You win'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-2879157344941391586</id><published>2009-06-21T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:21:21.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Troca (Changeling)</title><content type='html'>Clint Eastwood é totalmente foda. "A Troca": q filme doido! vou dormir indignada por Walter Collins...&lt;br /&gt;E é baseado em fatos reais... gente como pode haver tanta gente má num planeta só? Ainda bem que não descobriram vida nos outros, aí sim, vai ser punk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-2879157344941391586?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/2879157344941391586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=2879157344941391586' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2879157344941391586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2879157344941391586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/troca-changeling.html' title='A Troca (Changeling)'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-6904524393443133211</id><published>2009-06-21T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:12:16.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O Tempo&lt;br /&gt;Móveis Coloniais de Acaju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente se deu tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo sentiu inveja&lt;br /&gt;Ele ficou zangado e decidiu&lt;br /&gt;Que era melhor ser mais veloz e passar rápido pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Parece que até jantei&lt;br /&gt;Com toda a família e sei&lt;br /&gt;Que seu avô gosta de discutir&lt;br /&gt;Que sua avó gosta de ouvir você dizer que vai fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo engatinhar&lt;br /&gt;Do jeito que eu sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;Se não for devagar&lt;br /&gt;Que ao menos seja eterno assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero o dia que vem&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver se te vejo&lt;br /&gt;E faço o tempo esperar como esperei&lt;br /&gt;A eternidade se passar nos dois segundos sem você&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu já nem sei&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje foi anteontem&lt;br /&gt;Me perdi lembrando o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;O meu futuro é esperar pelo presente de fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo engatinhar&lt;br /&gt;Do jeito que eu sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;Distante é devagar&lt;br /&gt;Perto passa bem depressa assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim, pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Laiá, lalaiá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o tempo se abrir talvez&lt;br /&gt;Entenda a razão de ser&lt;br /&gt;De não querer sentar pra discutir&lt;br /&gt;De fazer birra toda vez que peço tempo pra me ouvir&lt;br /&gt;A gente se deu tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo sentiu inveja&lt;br /&gt;Ele ficou zangado e decidiu&lt;br /&gt;Que era melhor ser mais veloz e passar rápido pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu que nunca discuti o amor&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo como me render&lt;br /&gt;Ah, será que o tempo tem tempo pra amar?&lt;br /&gt;Ou só me quer tão só?&lt;br /&gt;E então se tudo passa em branco eu vou pesar&lt;br /&gt;A cor da minha angústia e no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Saber que o tempo vai ter que esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo engatinhar&lt;br /&gt;Do jeito que eu sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;Se não for devagar&lt;br /&gt;Que ao menos seja eterno assim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-6904524393443133211?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/6904524393443133211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=6904524393443133211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6904524393443133211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6904524393443133211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-tempo-moveis-coloniais-de-acaju-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-344211199388571605</id><published>2009-06-21T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:37:16.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>Tô feliz comigo. Muito.&lt;br /&gt;E orgulhosa de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-344211199388571605?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/344211199388571605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=344211199388571605' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/344211199388571605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/344211199388571605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-6003499969475680900</id><published>2009-06-21T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:41:09.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alguém, por favor, tire o CD do Móveis Coloniais de Acajú do meu computador?&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo mais ouvir outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;¬¬"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-6003499969475680900?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/6003499969475680900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=6003499969475680900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6003499969475680900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6003499969475680900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/alguem-por-favor-tire-o-cd-do-moveis.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-5836770068248488165</id><published>2009-06-21T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:39:42.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ai.&lt;br /&gt;Vou parar de sair nos fins de semana. Tô virando um perigo à humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;Sério.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-5836770068248488165?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/5836770068248488165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=5836770068248488165' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5836770068248488165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5836770068248488165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/ai.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-7660530214347894001</id><published>2009-06-18T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:18:55.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fim de semana batendo na porta e eu ainda não decidi nada sobre nenhum dia... tudo bem que os imprevistos são mais legais, mas também assim... não dá! ¬¬"&lt;br /&gt;E continuo na sina da espera... acho que vou ligar o foda-se, ó.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-7660530214347894001?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/7660530214347894001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=7660530214347894001' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7660530214347894001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7660530214347894001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/fim-de-semana-batendo-na-porta-e-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-3672098557715633861</id><published>2009-06-16T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:26:00.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por que quanto mais se deseja uma coisa, mais ela demora pra acontecer?&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que isso é uma regra da vida de milhões de anos, mas porque tem que ser assim?! Na verdade  eu sei porque tem que ser assim, mas só não aceito e ponto final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-3672098557715633861?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/3672098557715633861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=3672098557715633861' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3672098557715633861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3672098557715633861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/por-que-quanto-mais-se-deseja-uma-coisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-3164019875079360671</id><published>2009-06-15T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:27:29.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"x"</title><content type='html'>Ainda bem que fatores externos e aleatórios e ocasionais me fazem perceber o quão pessoas falsas tentam se aproveitar da minha inocência...&lt;br /&gt;É engraçado quando de repente, não mais que de repente, alguém que quase não fala com você começa a querer saber de você, pergunta coisas e tal... e quando por um motivo "x" você tira a razão que fazia esse alguém falar com você, na verdade, você descobre interesse único. Falso e sem nada de profundo além do seu próprio interesse.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou dizer que isso dói e blábláblá... porque de um grupo de quatro não se pode esperar muito mais que isso. Com excessões "gostativas", não consigo criticar o grupo, mas se dois é a metade, já são todos. Tá, quase todos.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei porque tô pensando nisso, acho que é porque sou vingativa, e tudo que vai, volta.&lt;br /&gt;Aguarde a vingança dupla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que tenho que parar de ler Nietzsche? Deve tá afetando meu psicológico...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-3164019875079360671?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/3164019875079360671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=3164019875079360671' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3164019875079360671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3164019875079360671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/ainda-bem-que-fatores-externos-e.html' title='&quot;x&quot;'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-1759665540458859088</id><published>2009-06-14T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:39:12.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Killers tá me matando...</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Senti uma necessidade infinitamente infinita de ver um show do The Killers... pre-ci-so fazer isso antes de morrer. Daria todas as minhas brocas pra que isso acontecesse.... =~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhMSKdCgVYQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhMSKdCgVYQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-1759665540458859088?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/1759665540458859088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=1759665540458859088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1759665540458859088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1759665540458859088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/killers-ta-me-matando.html' title='The Killers tá me matando...'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-6526816946480782816</id><published>2009-06-13T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:16:40.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Transição ou forçação de tranquilidade?&lt;br /&gt;Queria logo chegar na fase da calmaria... tá demorando tanto... acho que quanto mais eu esperar por ela, mas ela demora a chegar...&lt;br /&gt;Boa observação, Bárbara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-6526816946480782816?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/6526816946480782816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=6526816946480782816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6526816946480782816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6526816946480782816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/transicao-ou-forcacao-de-tranquilidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-4669549934319811334</id><published>2009-06-11T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:01:15.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Criei um bloqueio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-4669549934319811334?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/4669549934319811334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=4669549934319811334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4669549934319811334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4669549934319811334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/criei-um-bloqueio.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-5045389144470727422</id><published>2009-06-09T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:45:12.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subvertigem</title><content type='html'>Ela correu assim, sem mais&lt;br /&gt;Correu demais até cansar&lt;br /&gt;Subverteu alívio&lt;br /&gt;Não cabe mais na fantasia&lt;br /&gt;A rebeldia é por vaidade&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade ela quer descansar&lt;br /&gt;Descansar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na contramão e contra o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Encontra tanta coisa antiga&lt;br /&gt;Se converteu ao vício&lt;br /&gt;De imaginar passado a limpo&lt;br /&gt;O discurso é na verdade&lt;br /&gt;A vontade dela descansar&lt;br /&gt;Descansar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mito e maquiagem na sustentação&lt;br /&gt;Tentação&lt;br /&gt;Lenta não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alimentando o que não poderia ser&lt;br /&gt;Alimentando o que não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem deita livre dorme livre por intuição&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-5045389144470727422?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/5045389144470727422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=5045389144470727422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5045389144470727422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5045389144470727422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/subvertigem.html' title='Subvertigem'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-1179476845092620241</id><published>2009-06-07T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:05:07.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Percebi que o álcool consegue eliminar de mim aquela sensação de ausência de "dia dos namorados/ músicas de namorados".&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, o dia dos namorados é só mais um dia como outro quaquer, e, há pelo menos 4 anos ele não tem nada de especial na minha vida... nada que me fazer lembrar do aconteceu no tal dia.&lt;br /&gt;Dia dos namorados: álcool.&lt;br /&gt;E dessa vez tenho certeza que vai ser mais inesquecível que os últimos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-1179476845092620241?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/1179476845092620241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=1179476845092620241' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1179476845092620241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1179476845092620241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/percebi-que-o-alcool-consegue-eliminar.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-3483354314021768795</id><published>2009-06-07T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:00:49.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ainda bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-3483354314021768795?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/3483354314021768795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=3483354314021768795' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3483354314021768795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3483354314021768795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/ainda-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-972228695103363499</id><published>2009-06-06T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:35:35.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gripe é a coisa mais chata do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;só perde pra confecção de prótese&lt;br /&gt;¬¬"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-972228695103363499?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/972228695103363499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=972228695103363499' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/972228695103363499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/972228695103363499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/gripe-e-coisa-mais-chata-do-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-4349085796477766502</id><published>2009-06-06T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:01:23.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não sei se é definitivo. Geralmente não é.&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje todas as neuras se foram! Todas! Que sensação de liberdade! ! E isso, ah! como me deixa feliz... Não tinha entendido como eu tava tão tranquila fazendo as coisas que costumo fazer e me permitindo não repetir coisas que já sei de cor.&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade tem várias formas de liberdade, e hoje descobri uma nova.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada PrisBrasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LI&lt;br /&gt;BER&lt;br /&gt;DA&lt;br /&gt;DE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-4349085796477766502?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/4349085796477766502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=4349085796477766502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4349085796477766502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4349085796477766502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-sei-se-e-definitivo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-7941771425582194903</id><published>2009-06-03T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:32:20.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bipolar</title><content type='html'>Fazia muito tempo que isso não acontecia. 2 anos e meio.&lt;br /&gt;Mas parece que a última vez foi ontem. Lembro tão bem... é engraçado como a gente se autoconhece, e nem se dá conta. E lá vem as neuras de Bárbara perdidas no tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Odeio "encasquetar" com uma idéia fixa na cabeça e passar a fazer/não fazer coisas em função disso. O que parece difícil. É isso que mexe comigo. Desafio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo parece estar calmo - minha alma - algo vem de longe, de forma tão simples e me faz voltar a pensar em coisas que se foram, que eu perdi/ quis perder, e achei que tinha deixado partir. Mágoas surgem no meio da conversa, sensações de perda de autoestima misturadas com orgulho ferido (sim, agora vejo que era isso mesmo) e perda de "propriedade".&lt;br /&gt;Não é bom pensar que algo que você desejasse que estivesse em apuros esteja são e salvo, bem, tranquilo. Mas também, do jeito que tanta coisa foi construída à base de mentiras, não é difícil que isso também seja mais uma de suas inúmeras máscaras.&lt;br /&gt;Uma forma interessante de tentar tirar algo que você quer da cabeça, é pensar nas coisas mais ruins possíves sobre essa tal coisa. Funciona. Mas é um método a longo prazo. Nietzsche já dizia isso há mais de cem anos. Lá vem aquele clichê de "o tempo cura/ resolve tudo". Esse deve ser um dos clichês mais verdadeiros que eu já ouvi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero parar de pensar de pensar nesses dois assuntos e ficar bem comigo. Com a alma tranquila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-7941771425582194903?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/7941771425582194903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=7941771425582194903' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7941771425582194903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7941771425582194903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/bipolar.html' title='Bipolar'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-1646597287581342194</id><published>2009-06-02T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:06:01.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É só não esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mágoa: eu tenho e não me incomodo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-1646597287581342194?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/1646597287581342194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=1646597287581342194' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1646597287581342194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1646597287581342194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-so-nao-esperar.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-2170910681283578037</id><published>2009-05-29T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:38:47.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É muito estranha a sensação pré-balada quando você espera algo dela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-2170910681283578037?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/2170910681283578037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=2170910681283578037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2170910681283578037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2170910681283578037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-muito-estranha-sensacao-pre-balada.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-4433517620678733358</id><published>2009-05-29T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:52:05.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me recuso a deixar ela entrar.&lt;br /&gt;Vai embora tristeza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-4433517620678733358?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/4433517620678733358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=4433517620678733358' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4433517620678733358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4433517620678733358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-recuso-deixar-ela-entrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-3893156413037029034</id><published>2009-05-26T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:24:54.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/ShykQuk3QwI/AAAAAAAAADI/cHB0FVdsfCo/s1600-h/DSCN5414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340323865442075394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/ShykQuk3QwI/AAAAAAAAADI/cHB0FVdsfCo/s320/DSCN5414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só quero fazer o que eu quiser e ponto final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-3893156413037029034?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/3893156413037029034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=3893156413037029034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3893156413037029034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3893156413037029034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-so-quero-fazer-o-que-eu-quiser-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/ShykQuk3QwI/AAAAAAAAADI/cHB0FVdsfCo/s72-c/DSCN5414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-3512316827145641471</id><published>2009-05-22T06:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:28:46.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando você me deixou, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Me disse pra ser feliz e passar bem&lt;br /&gt;Quis morrer de ciúme, quase enlouqueci&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois, como era de costume, obedeci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você me quiser rever&lt;br /&gt;Já vai me encontrar refeita, pode crer&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver o que você faz&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir que sem você eu passo bem demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que venho até remoçando&lt;br /&gt;Me pego cantando, sem mais, nem por quê&lt;br /&gt;Tantas águas rolaram&lt;br /&gt;Quantos homens me amaram&lt;br /&gt;Bem mais e melhor que você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando talvez precisar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Cê sabe que a casa é sempre sua, venha sim&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver o que você diz&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver como suporta me ver tão feliz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-3512316827145641471?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/3512316827145641471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=3512316827145641471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3512316827145641471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3512316827145641471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/05/quando-voce-me-deixou-meu-bem-me-disse.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-2564408966480561246</id><published>2009-05-18T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:06:04.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Às vezes alguém te mostra que tudo pode ser mais simples.&lt;br /&gt;E você não tinha percebido.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes acontecem que supostamente não deviam acontecer e acontecem.&lt;br /&gt;São provações.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes quando tudo parece estar ruim, coisas singelas te mostram que não.&lt;br /&gt;Muito pequenas.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes um dia comum perde seu teor de rotina por um simples aprendizado.&lt;br /&gt;Queira enxergar.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes aprendemos muito mais com um dia de tédio que um dia de muitas ocupações.&lt;br /&gt;Observe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-2564408966480561246?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/2564408966480561246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=2564408966480561246' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2564408966480561246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/2564408966480561246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-vezes-alguem-te-mostra-que-tudo-pode.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-3391537701615554863</id><published>2009-05-01T15:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:58:19.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgiamizade</title><content type='html'>Lembra quando não precisava de convite pra se encontrar?&lt;br /&gt;Lembra quando os abraços eram demorados e com vontade?&lt;br /&gt;Lembra quando as horas passavam rápido durante os encontros?&lt;br /&gt;Lembra quando existiam assuntos em comum?&lt;br /&gt;Lembra quando você era diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Lembra quando você disse que não mudaria por alguém assim, de novo?&lt;br /&gt;Lembra dos ventos no rosto?&lt;br /&gt;Lembra da nossa amizade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro de tudo. E sinto saudades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-3391537701615554863?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/3391537701615554863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=3391537701615554863' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3391537701615554863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/3391537701615554863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/05/nostalgiamizade.html' title='Nostalgiamizade'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-7580540579376249018</id><published>2009-05-01T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:54:49.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felicidade é uma coisa que depende de menos do que se imagina pra acontecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-7580540579376249018?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/7580540579376249018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=7580540579376249018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7580540579376249018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7580540579376249018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/05/felicidade-e-uma-coisa-que-depende-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-4913833467713957048</id><published>2009-05-01T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:54:06.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erve venenose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-4913833467713957048?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/4913833467713957048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=4913833467713957048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4913833467713957048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4913833467713957048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/05/erve-venenose.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-6185420670397629446</id><published>2009-04-12T11:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:20:13.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SeIwx9oi2qI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fIWVkzsPfXk/s1600-h/DSCN1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323871344421690018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SeIwx9oi2qI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fIWVkzsPfXk/s320/DSCN1025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the broken hearted people living in the world agree, there will be an answer, let it be. - The Beatles, Let It Be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-6185420670397629446?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/6185420670397629446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=6185420670397629446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6185420670397629446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6185420670397629446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-broken-hearted-people-living-in_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SeIwx9oi2qI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fIWVkzsPfXk/s72-c/DSCN1025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-8427959999776833737</id><published>2009-04-12T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:08:16.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o que é bom</title><content type='html'>É bom quando você sente que tudo ao seu redor está bem, não é?&lt;br /&gt;É tão raro todos os aspectos da nossa vida estarem tranquilos... sempre alguma coisa não tá bem, tá faltando.&lt;br /&gt;Oi! Como você tá?&lt;br /&gt;Tô bem, fora fulano que fez isso, fora isso que eu tenho q resolver... e assim vai.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevendo isso, achei que tava tudo bem comigo, mas pensando bem, ainda falta eu resolver coisas ou fazer coisas... por que sempre tem alguma coisa da qual você precisa se livrar?&lt;br /&gt;Que vida louca, que vida louca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-8427959999776833737?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/8427959999776833737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=8427959999776833737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8427959999776833737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8427959999776833737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-e-bom.html' title='o que é bom'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-7686842810352850741</id><published>2009-03-02T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:00:29.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SawCTUxoWwI/AAAAAAAAACs/NWnVQlSTLak/s1600-h/DSCN3364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308620591780616962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SawCTUxoWwI/AAAAAAAAACs/NWnVQlSTLak/s200/DSCN3364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não. Não. Não.Não. Não. Não.Não. Não. Não.Não. Não. Não.Não. Não. Não.Não. Não. Não. Não. Não. Não.Não. Não. Não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-7686842810352850741?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/7686842810352850741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=7686842810352850741' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7686842810352850741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7686842810352850741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SawCTUxoWwI/AAAAAAAAACs/NWnVQlSTLak/s72-c/DSCN3364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-1470258664953116318</id><published>2009-03-01T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:58:44.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dia.&lt;br /&gt;Noite.&lt;br /&gt;Final feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Onde?&lt;br /&gt;Sumiu.&lt;br /&gt;Se escondeu.&lt;br /&gt;Vai voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito.&lt;br /&gt;Fé.&lt;br /&gt;Intuição.&lt;br /&gt;Não.&lt;br /&gt;Esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Paciência.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Horas.&lt;br /&gt;Passam.&lt;br /&gt;De novo.&lt;br /&gt;Melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Renovação.&lt;br /&gt;Energia.&lt;br /&gt;Esperonãosonhardemais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-1470258664953116318?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/1470258664953116318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=1470258664953116318' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1470258664953116318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/1470258664953116318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/03/dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-7161308048260629641</id><published>2009-02-28T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:32:02.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(...)&lt;br /&gt;Bring back, bring back&lt;br /&gt;Bring back my Bonnie to me&lt;br /&gt;To me...&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-7161308048260629641?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/7161308048260629641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=7161308048260629641' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7161308048260629641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/7161308048260629641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-8831182179984253621</id><published>2009-02-28T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:10:08.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amo.&lt;br /&gt;Amo e acho que esse amor tá se conscientizando de que é necessário amadurecer.&lt;br /&gt;Amadureço.&lt;br /&gt;Amadureço e acho que essa maturidade está pedindo socorro.&lt;br /&gt;Socorro para amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-8831182179984253621?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/8831182179984253621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=8831182179984253621' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8831182179984253621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/8831182179984253621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/02/amo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-4228331651842131004</id><published>2009-02-28T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:05:28.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anoiteço</title><content type='html'>amanheço e adormeço&lt;br /&gt;os dias me sugam normalmenteme&lt;br /&gt;sinto anestesiada&lt;br /&gt;adormeço e amanheço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com o otimismo que me é natural&lt;br /&gt;meu pensamento anda contigo&lt;br /&gt;eu quase digo e calo&lt;br /&gt;eu quase sinto e esqueço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na verdade não penso&lt;br /&gt;amanheço e adormeço&lt;br /&gt;em constante oscilação&lt;br /&gt;em busca da firmeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde fica esse caminho reto?&lt;br /&gt;que me levará pro alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me levará pro alto&lt;br /&gt;imersa na simplicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Anoiteço, O Jardim das Horas)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-4228331651842131004?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/4228331651842131004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=4228331651842131004' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4228331651842131004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/4228331651842131004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/02/anoiteco.html' title='Anoiteço'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-5162000566498357501</id><published>2009-02-28T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:03:21.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não foi exatamente um alarme falso, mas um fim de semana reduzido.&lt;br /&gt;GOne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-5162000566498357501?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/5162000566498357501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=5162000566498357501' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5162000566498357501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5162000566498357501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/02/nao-foi-exatamente-um-alarme-falso-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-943563735072171383</id><published>2009-02-27T13:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:35:22.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o Fim de semana começa a se mostrar mais interessante...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-943563735072171383?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/943563735072171383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=943563735072171383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/943563735072171383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/943563735072171383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-fim-de-semana-comeca-se-mostrar-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-6449059122941969443</id><published>2009-02-27T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:10:03.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde está?</title><content type='html'>Uma grande expectativa acaba se perdendo na vontade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-6449059122941969443?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/6449059122941969443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=6449059122941969443' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6449059122941969443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6449059122941969443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/02/onde-esta.html' title='Onde está?'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-5367682860396225898</id><published>2009-02-26T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:33:38.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudar/Não mudar</title><content type='html'>Um novo dia é sempre bem vindo...&lt;br /&gt;Principalmente quando acordo e vejo que não mudei os pensamentos do dia anterior - o que é muito frequente em mim - não que isso seja ruim, o que é ruim?&lt;br /&gt;Mudar de opinião é uma dádiva: a capacidade de mudança do ser humano. Afinal, não é isso que eu mais espero neste momento? Mas não de mim.&lt;br /&gt;No meu caso, não mudar de opinião é sinônimo de força. Sim, força. Porque mudança, agora, é sinônimo de fraqueza. Sim, fraqueza.&lt;br /&gt;Então, aquela bonita frase de &lt;em&gt;Não há:&lt;/em&gt; "e vá crescer, que eu sempre serei criança" não é válida em todas as situações... confere? Mas isso não é ruim, já que não há nada mais lindo que provocar diversas interpretações de um texto. Poeticidade.&lt;br /&gt;Mudei de assunto.&lt;br /&gt;São as novas horas do dia querendo chegar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-5367682860396225898?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/5367682860396225898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=5367682860396225898' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5367682860396225898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/5367682860396225898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/02/mudarnao-mudar.html' title='Mudar/Não mudar'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-6618113102109978914</id><published>2009-02-24T13:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:15:56.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaRjfrqDBuI/AAAAAAAAABw/u_oQ2renZ1s/s1600-h/DSCN0143..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306475656895465186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaRjfrqDBuI/AAAAAAAAABw/u_oQ2renZ1s/s320/DSCN0143..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-6618113102109978914?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/6618113102109978914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=6618113102109978914' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6618113102109978914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6618113102109978914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaRjfrqDBuI/AAAAAAAAABw/u_oQ2renZ1s/s72-c/DSCN0143..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-6378057409294514572</id><published>2009-02-24T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:14:33.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mito e maquiagem"</title><content type='html'>Cresci. Vivendo.&lt;br /&gt;Maturidade como consequência.&lt;br /&gt;Na medida certa, talvez. O resto vem com os anos. Se eles vierem tão mais.&lt;br /&gt;Senão for verdade é tudo "mito e maquiagem na sustentação". Não descarto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas queria ver pelo menos um pouco desse "mito e naquiagem" em você.&lt;br /&gt;Já seria mais leve, o que eu carrego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-6378057409294514572?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/6378057409294514572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=6378057409294514572' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6378057409294514572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/6378057409294514572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/02/cresci.html' title='&quot;Mito e maquiagem&quot;'/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4559264940683001800.post-845917493344819888</id><published>2009-02-24T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:43:47.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu senti o nada passando por trás de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4559264940683001800-845917493344819888?l=bahrbara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/feeds/845917493344819888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4559264940683001800&amp;postID=845917493344819888' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/845917493344819888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4559264940683001800/posts/default/845917493344819888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bahrbara.blogspot.com/2009/02/eu-senti-o-nada-passando-por-tras-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Bahrbara Andrade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05757394616093766042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bBnA01tZtCk/SaLH_h6LsqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/gLkpQpIbFdg/S220/DSCN1935.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
