<?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-162852474619105183</id><updated>2011-12-02T04:38:24.834-08:00</updated><category term='FACTÓIDE'/><title type='text'>paredigame</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pareedigame.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162852474619105183/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pareedigame.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>paradigmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11445837541191206989</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162852474619105183.post-5077724241715978898</id><published>2011-03-01T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:22:39.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06Cr1HxX4lA/Tg0hNBK-RtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4FWGpwkjKeE/s1600/DSCN1497.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06Cr1HxX4lA/Tg0hNBK-RtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4FWGpwkjKeE/s320/DSCN1497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624188017192093394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sexta-feira dia  18 de fevereiro bati palma e meia (muito a pedido) para a colação de grau da nova turma de arquitetos e urbanistas da Uniaracruz. Dentre os novos arquitetos, minha querida filha... Fiz questão de enviar a todos e publico agora umas garatujas poéticas de uns cinco anos atrás,  que escrevi para esta mesma turma:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;POESIA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje eu fiz minha opção pela poesia...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pela poesia concreta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e pela concretude da vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que nada seria, sem poesia...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poesia contraponto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poesia de um&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;conto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que nada seria, sem poesia...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poesia dos concretos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que seria, sem poesia,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dos mil arquitetos?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apenas colunas quebradas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tendas negras de almas sem teto,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onde mendigas almas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Implorariam&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;afeto...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poesia das estradas, das pontes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que levam poesias...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se não fosse a poesia,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que seriam das obras de engenharia?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poesias das casas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que seriam sem cor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se não fosse a poesia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dos suspiros românticos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do amor que seduz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Das crianças barulhentas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E das contas de água e luz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poesia dos jovens, homens e mulheres&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que levantam com o sol,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E deitam com a lua...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poesia enxuta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cirúrgica poesia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De jovens, homens e mulheres&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em incansável luta...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poesia de todos nós,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poesia maldita ou bendita, mas capaz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De transformar todos os&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;campos de guerra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em uma&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;grande praça de paz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma singela homenagem aos estudantes&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;de arquitetura&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Da Uniaracruz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/162852474619105183-5077724241715978898?l=pareedigame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pareedigame.blogspot.com/feeds/5077724241715978898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162852474619105183&amp;postID=5077724241715978898' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162852474619105183/posts/default/5077724241715978898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162852474619105183/posts/default/5077724241715978898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pareedigame.blogspot.com/2011/03/na-sexta-feira-dia-18-de-fevereiro-bati.html' title=''/><author><name>paradigmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11445837541191206989</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-06Cr1HxX4lA/Tg0hNBK-RtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4FWGpwkjKeE/s72-c/DSCN1497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162852474619105183.post-3959564756933576985</id><published>2011-02-25T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T02:49:10.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pare e diga-me</title><content type='html'>pare e diga-me, o que é paradigma, como quebrar paradigmas... Existe um martelo especial feito de um polímero criado a partir de células do cabelo do Einsten ou de algum outro campeão de salto quântico que deve ser usado para, diga-me, quebrar paradigmas?! Isto é uma afirmação perguntativa... que venham os feeds, comentários e o que mais possa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162852474619105183-3959564756933576985?l=pareedigame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pareedigame.blogspot.com/feeds/3959564756933576985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162852474619105183&amp;postID=3959564756933576985' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162852474619105183/posts/default/3959564756933576985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162852474619105183/posts/default/3959564756933576985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pareedigame.blogspot.com/2011/02/pare-e-diga-me.html' title='pare e diga-me'/><author><name>paradigmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11445837541191206989</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162852474619105183.post-5014913430456866850</id><published>2008-07-12T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T06:41:04.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FACTÓIDE'/><title type='text'>FACTÓIDE - CONCLUSÕES INCONCLUSAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sYcSISIECI/SHi0EL_LQGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lGCCEMT9_6I/s1600-h/ET+VARGINHA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__sYcSISIECI/SHi0EL_LQGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lGCCEMT9_6I/s320/ET+VARGINHA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222121751966335074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andei lendo uma crônica na semana passada e nesta havia uma palavra que, embora de meu conhecimento e entendimento, me chamou a atenção. Trata-se da palavra "factóide". Busquei definição no lixão da internet e já na primeira pesquisa a definição para esta palavra diz que é ou refere-se a "afirmação improvável, que de tanto ser repetida acaba sendo aceita como verdade inquestionável". Concordo com a definição, mas, ainda quero a etimologia desta palavra... Vamos lá: nada encontro sobre o termo em si, talvez por ser palavra recentemente incorporada, mas pegando outras palavras como comparação, por exemplo, mongolóide, onde aparece o "óide" noto que  as palavras acrescidas deste radical referem-se a algo análogo, semelhante, mas não ao algo em si mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;Factóides são usados em propaganda, daquelas que repetem dezenas de vezes uma determinada afirmação com intuito de  sedimentar no alvo (o consumidor) a idéia de necessidade absoluta "você não pode deixar de adqurir" ,  "Nunca antes neste país" , etc. etc. etc.. Também são factóides as coisas não comprovadas e veiculadas por qualquer meio, como por exemplo, o ET de Varginha. A mídia usa muito bem destes expedientes, já que seus consumidores, maciçamente os aceitam e parecem  necessitar deles... George Orwell em seu livro 1984  (escrito entre 1948 e publicado em 1949) já alertava para o factóide em algum tempo do futuro... E hoje estas cenas parecem corriqueiras, até o personagem Grande irmão (BIG BROTHER) virou programa indispensável para alguns na TV...&lt;br /&gt;Os jornais mais sérios aproveitam-se destes factóides e expressam suas tendências  discriminatórias, racistas e fóbicas...  Uma pena!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162852474619105183-5014913430456866850?l=pareedigame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pareedigame.blogspot.com/feeds/5014913430456866850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162852474619105183&amp;postID=5014913430456866850' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162852474619105183/posts/default/5014913430456866850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162852474619105183/posts/default/5014913430456866850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pareedigame.blogspot.com/2008/07/factide-concluses-inconclusas.html' title='FACTÓIDE - CONCLUSÕES INCONCLUSAS'/><author><name>paradigmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11445837541191206989</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://bp1.blogger.com/__sYcSISIECI/SHi0EL_LQGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lGCCEMT9_6I/s72-c/ET+VARGINHA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162852474619105183.post-4053141738014248643</id><published>2008-05-27T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:51:41.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>À minha musa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sYcSISIECI/SDwtCSn7dFI/AAAAAAAAACs/J4xhSbHTHeg/s1600-h/imagem+gaucho+mateando.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__sYcSISIECI/SDwtCSn7dFI/AAAAAAAAACs/J4xhSbHTHeg/s320/imagem+gaucho+mateando.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205084786715751506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DESABAFO DE BUGRE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É duro matear solito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nesta madrugada transparente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matear sem falar nada,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rodeado de tanta gente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No tempo,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;rodando e rodando&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olho a cadeira vazia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que a poeira já toma conta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esperando por ti, guria...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;tanto ficar&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;sozinho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Até vou me acostumando &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A uma certa esquisitice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De prosear com passarinho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No peito xucro, impaciente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O coração masca o freio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pateando e pedindo cancha,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra uma nova carreira.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na cancha reta da vida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Já vislumbro o parador,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas sei que ainda há tempo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De ganhar esta carreira.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas que fosse carreira atada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assim no más, sem muito ajuste,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;terminasse empatada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contigo por parelheira.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/162852474619105183-4053141738014248643?l=pareedigame.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pareedigame.blogspot.com/feeds/4053141738014248643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=162852474619105183&amp;postID=4053141738014248643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162852474619105183/posts/default/4053141738014248643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/162852474619105183/posts/default/4053141738014248643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pareedigame.blogspot.com/2008/05/minha-musa.html' title='À minha musa'/><author><name>paradigmas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11445837541191206989</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://bp2.blogger.com/__sYcSISIECI/SDwtCSn7dFI/AAAAAAAAACs/J4xhSbHTHeg/s72-c/imagem+gaucho+mateando.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
