<?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-3882513068489203030</id><updated>2011-12-22T07:15:32.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hidden self</title><subtitle type='html'>I wanna know the answers, no more lies...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-3615365583112058273</id><published>2011-08-25T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:18:53.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrugada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fSolvjLN20/TlcsQAXn_kI/AAAAAAAAADk/ikENYimjRxI/s1600/MADRUGADA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fSolvjLN20/TlcsQAXn_kI/AAAAAAAAADk/ikENYimjRxI/s320/MADRUGADA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;No frio da madrugada, buscamos aconchego pelo dia sofrido. Em um dia de chuva, onde tudo pode acontecer, e a maioria ruim, infelizmente, seguimos pelas ruelas e becos da cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Sempre me pergunto porque eu continuo andando em direção a escuridão. Será que isso prova o quão desesperados somos por algo maior, mesmo quando arriscamos nossos pescoços?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;A esperança de algo melhor faz com que rompamos barreira em busca desse algo melhor. Enfrentamos mares e montanhas pra poder chegar a isso. Mas e quando não vem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Todo homem tem aquilo que, mesmo sem saber, continua adormecido em seu coração e que pode despertar nas horas mais sombrias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Essa esperança ilumina nosso caminho em meio a escuridão e nos faz avançar ainda mais em busca do prometido, do bem maior que todos buscam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Alguns só esquecem de recorrer a essa luz quando precisam. Abandonam tudo e abraçam a escuridão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Será que esse bem vale nossas vidas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882513068489203030-3615365583112058273?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/3615365583112058273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2011/08/madrugada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/3615365583112058273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/3615365583112058273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2011/08/madrugada.html' title='Madrugada...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fSolvjLN20/TlcsQAXn_kI/AAAAAAAAADk/ikENYimjRxI/s72-c/MADRUGADA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-1352862481418292058</id><published>2011-02-14T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:44:39.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FLTdqj5XMLE/TVmGAoSB3uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/A55jBgd7zZ4/s1600/vida-vazio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FLTdqj5XMLE/TVmGAoSB3uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/A55jBgd7zZ4/s320/vida-vazio.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Por muito tempo, ficamos esperando que algo aconteça na nossa vida. Alguns por coisas grandes, e outros por coisas simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Mas no final das contas, o que queremos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Todo ser humano tem um vazio dentro de si. Uma&amp;nbsp;necessidade, um ponto em que nos sentimos vazios. E as vezes temos todo o tempo do mundo, mas é fácil de ser preenchido. As vezes nunca achamos o que falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Uma pessoa, uma conquista ou até bens materiais. Existe algo para todos nós.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Coitados são aqueles que não possuem esse vazio. Saúdem aqueles que procuraram, os que sofrem. Mas os que serão felizes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882513068489203030-1352862481418292058?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/1352862481418292058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2011/02/vazio.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/1352862481418292058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/1352862481418292058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2011/02/vazio.html' title='Vazio...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FLTdqj5XMLE/TVmGAoSB3uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/A55jBgd7zZ4/s72-c/vida-vazio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-7268482076988385030</id><published>2011-02-07T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:19:53.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questões...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TVBThsXFSOI/AAAAAAAAADM/8_Wsi-LGtSc/s1600/duvida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TVBThsXFSOI/AAAAAAAAADM/8_Wsi-LGtSc/s320/duvida.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tem vezes que nos perguntamos o que queremos da vida. Será que aquilo que eu faço é certo? Será que é esse o futuro que eu quero ter?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sabe, muitos me dizer que eu não devo fazer perguntas enquanto escrevo, mas no fundo é disso que somos feitos. Perguntas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pode até parecer um cliche, mas o que é o homem se não perguntas?&lt;/i&gt; São elas que movem o mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma vez Eistein disse "O importante é não parar de questionar. A curiosidade tem sua própria razão de existir". E como já disse um grande gênio, aqui estou eu, questionando as coisas que me cercam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;E voltando ao ponto principal, o que é a vida, e o que dela eu quero? Talvez nunca tenhamos essa resposta, mas não importa, faz parte da natureza humana questionar, afinal, é isso que move o mundo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882513068489203030-7268482076988385030?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/7268482076988385030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2011/02/questoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/7268482076988385030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/7268482076988385030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2011/02/questoes.html' title='Questões...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TVBThsXFSOI/AAAAAAAAADM/8_Wsi-LGtSc/s72-c/duvida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-844278779973756739</id><published>2010-12-31T15:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T15:12:33.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansaço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TR5hd_LImeI/AAAAAAAAADE/Bi-l2vVyrX0/s1600/IMG0017A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TR5hd_LImeI/AAAAAAAAADE/Bi-l2vVyrX0/s320/IMG0017A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dizem que todos buscam algo na vida. Trabalho, um bem material ou talvez alguém especial.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A verdade é que eu sou uma das pessoas que já desistiu de buscar por esse algo. Talvez tenha esquecido como é olhar para os lados.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não tenho vontade de olhar para trás, nem sei se devo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por enquanto eu apenas sigo em frente. Me contento em continuar andando. Esperando que esse algo caia na minha frente, ou que esbarre nele.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas como saberei que o encontrei, se nem ao menos sei o que procuro?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sigo vagando apenas, ouvindo o sempre presente barulho do mar. Sentindo as ondas nos meus pés e a suave brisa no rosto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esperando que a noite caia e traga a serenidade das trevas que me cercam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3882513068489203030-844278779973756739?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/844278779973756739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/12/cansaco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/844278779973756739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/844278779973756739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/12/cansaco.html' title='Cansaço...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TR5hd_LImeI/AAAAAAAAADE/Bi-l2vVyrX0/s72-c/IMG0017A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-2580933623107534677</id><published>2010-12-01T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:58:01.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tardes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TPcJtjkTWOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SnyALVFlNKE/s1600/BXK80648_final-de-tarde-parque-da-cidade-niteroi800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TPcJtjkTWOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SnyALVFlNKE/s320/BXK80648_final-de-tarde-parque-da-cidade-niteroi800.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Muitas vezes me pego pensando sobre como fazer as coisas renderem. Digo, as tardes vazias são as mais interessantes e as mais tediosas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Temos muito tempo para fazer tudo o que quisermos e tudo que precisamos, mas a falta de obrigação com tarefas faz com que não fazemos tudo de forma concreta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas podemos pensar. Sem nada para fazer, podemos deixar nossa mente viajar por tudo que conhecemos. Deixamos que apenas nossas ideias mandem por onde a tarde vai.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De qualquer modo, sempre achei que uma pessoa só pode ser feliz quando se conhece, e que melhor maneira de se conhecer do que pensar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Às vezes não nos conhecemos direito porque não nos damos tempo pra isso. Então gaste parte do seu dia pensando. Filosofe. Crie sua própria teoria sobre a vida, viva do modo que quiser...&lt;/i&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/3882513068489203030-2580933623107534677?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/2580933623107534677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/12/tardes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/2580933623107534677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/2580933623107534677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/12/tardes.html' title='Tardes...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TPcJtjkTWOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SnyALVFlNKE/s72-c/BXK80648_final-de-tarde-parque-da-cidade-niteroi800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-6838100471850178077</id><published>2010-11-23T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T06:58:38.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insegurança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TOxkcNYSreI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ws2Kbre7Mqc/s1600/fundo_inseguranca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TOxkcNYSreI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ws2Kbre7Mqc/s320/fundo_inseguranca.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Como saber destingir a hora certa? Quanto pode-se fazer aquilo que se mais deseja? Qual a diferença entra proibido e desejado? Será que podemos quebrar essa barreira para um bem comum? Ou somos forçados a enfrenta-la e respeita-la para sempre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Até mesmo quando não parece se ter uma solução é necessária muita reflexão. Até que ponto podemos suportar atos que nos mesmo queremos, mas não podemos faze-los no momento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;É verdade porém que sempre estaremos prontos para eles, mesmo quando o tempo passa. Só quando temos a plena certeza de suas consequencias e quando estamos dispostos a arcar com elas esses passos poderão ser tomados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Por mais ensolarado que o dia a frente pareça, sempre temos que esperar que o sol nasça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882513068489203030-6838100471850178077?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/6838100471850178077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/11/inseguranca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/6838100471850178077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/6838100471850178077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/11/inseguranca.html' title='Insegurança...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TOxkcNYSreI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ws2Kbre7Mqc/s72-c/fundo_inseguranca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-1758862282116286977</id><published>2010-11-09T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T10:28:33.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofrimento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TNmRovdsz7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/606A8c-Ab0Q/s1600/Sadness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TNmRovdsz7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/606A8c-Ab0Q/s320/Sadness.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As vezes me pergunto qual a função dessa dor, qual o motivo, e porque tenho que atura-la todo dia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não importa o que eu faça, ela está sempre ali, como um lembrete por algo que eu fiz, e as vezes por algo que não fiz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como posso me sentir culpado por tais coisas. Penso todo dia. No final das contas sempre tem um ombro amigo para me fazer sorrir. Alguém sempre está lá para me dar uma sensação de segurança.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me sinto bem com isso. Mas no fim eu sei que não adianta. Sempre volta essa dor interminável, essa culpa infinita.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por mais iluminados que sejam os dias, sempre haverá aqueles sombrios, que inevitavelmente voltam e me sufocam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882513068489203030-1758862282116286977?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/1758862282116286977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/11/sofrimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/1758862282116286977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/1758862282116286977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/11/sofrimento.html' title='Sofrimento...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TNmRovdsz7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/606A8c-Ab0Q/s72-c/Sadness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-7884055081889358729</id><published>2010-11-06T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T17:44:41.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coragem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TNX07GZkV6I/AAAAAAAAACw/ZgXwJbhHD5Q/s1600/rising-sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TNX07GZkV6I/AAAAAAAAACw/ZgXwJbhHD5Q/s320/rising-sun.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que leva as pessoas a superarem seus medos para poder tornar tudo possível? O que é essa força que nos leva adiante todos os dias, por mais difíceis que sejam?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esse sentimento não é facilmente descrito, porém todos estão a mercê dele. Todos que tem algo que prezam do fundo de seus corações estão a um passo de atingi-lo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que nos empurra em situações que podemos morrer é a vontade de proteger o que nos é importante. Aquele simples ato sem pensar em que nos jogamos entre quem amamos e uma arma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não pensamos, mas nossa necessidade de ter algo tão querido nos empurra para situações tão mortais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como podemos viver sem aqueles que fazem a vida valer a pena? Temos força para continuar sem eles? Ou será que morremos por eles simplesmente por não conseguir vê-los morrendo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882513068489203030-7884055081889358729?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/7884055081889358729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/11/coragem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/7884055081889358729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/7884055081889358729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/11/coragem.html' title='Coragem...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TNX07GZkV6I/AAAAAAAAACw/ZgXwJbhHD5Q/s72-c/rising-sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-650024841760276712</id><published>2010-10-31T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:17:41.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TM3MqXn_u8I/AAAAAAAAACs/Gd6fwLGQ_BY/s1600/algemas_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TM3MqXn_u8I/AAAAAAAAACs/Gd6fwLGQ_BY/s320/algemas_400.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;Existem muitos que se dizem livres, aqueles que realmente se sentem. Mas na verdade não somos. Como é possível se ser livre quando se está preso a tantos preconceitos e preceitos modernos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;Ser vítimas da moda só nos faz escravos de nós mesmos, e não só isso, tudo hoje em dia está ligado a uma idéia de justiça e razão. Mas uma coisa é certa, não se pode ser livre, não sem estragar a liberdade dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;Um homem sozinho pode ser livre, mas uma vez que se divida seu ambiente com outros, torna-se prisioneiro de regras que ele mesmo cria, tudo para se poder viver em harmonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;Desse mesmo modo, é possível dizer que nenhum homem pode privar seu semelhante da liberdade, mesmo porque nem ele mesmo é livre. Como pode um "escravo" ser também "senhor de escravos"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;Como disse um autor anônimo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;"Deixe o cavalo solto... Se voltar ele é seu, se não voltar, nunca foi seu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;Será que se nos soltarmos, voltariamos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;Ou será que a liberdade é muito para nós?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882513068489203030-650024841760276712?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/650024841760276712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/liberdade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/650024841760276712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/650024841760276712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TM3MqXn_u8I/AAAAAAAAACs/Gd6fwLGQ_BY/s72-c/algemas_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-8337138382129453703</id><published>2010-10-24T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:01:01.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorriso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TMS5HhU_-LI/AAAAAAAAACo/Emf_xuRltqo/s1600/sorriso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TMS5HhU_-LI/AAAAAAAAACo/Emf_xuRltqo/s320/sorriso.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;Não existe linguagem mais simples e melhor compreendida que um sorriso. Algo sincero e muito bonito. Impossível não perceber um sorriso falso e passar despercebido por um verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;É dito como linguagem universal. E não por nada. Quem nunca imaginou o que se passava pelo sorriso da Monalisa? Ou talvez da namorada em uma tarde ensolarada? Cada marca registrada de cada sorriso pode expressar tantas emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace;"&gt;Como pode um simples ato como esse guardar tantos mistérios e dizer tanta coisa?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882513068489203030-8337138382129453703?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/8337138382129453703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/sorriso_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/8337138382129453703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/8337138382129453703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/sorriso_24.html' title='Sorriso...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TMS5HhU_-LI/AAAAAAAAACo/Emf_xuRltqo/s72-c/sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-1570486566939226618</id><published>2010-10-20T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T13:27:07.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TL9PHJR_YoI/AAAAAAAAACg/KcA-TxTMxXI/s1600/medo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TL9PHJR_YoI/AAAAAAAAACg/KcA-TxTMxXI/s1600/medo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;Todos tem suas fraquezas algo que lhes faz diferente e que eles sabem que não podem enfrentar. Essa sensação de incapacidade sobre algo nos deixa nas piores situações. Existem muitos tipos de medo, medo de não ser reconhecido, de estar sozinho, de algo que possa te machucar, da morte, do desconhecido. Não importa qual o medo, todos nos mostram o nosso lado frágil, inseguro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;É impossível não ter medo, não é algo natural. Muitos se fazem de fortes fingindo não ter medo, quando na verdade são verdadeiros fracos por não enfrentar essa sensação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882513068489203030-1570486566939226618?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/1570486566939226618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/medo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/1570486566939226618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/1570486566939226618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/medo.html' title='Medo...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TL9PHJR_YoI/AAAAAAAAACg/KcA-TxTMxXI/s72-c/medo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-8048159364895200747</id><published>2010-10-19T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:05:40.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TL4_XDzn9MI/AAAAAAAAACc/wLY3BF0CVVM/s1600/triste-vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TL4_XDzn9MI/AAAAAAAAACc/wLY3BF0CVVM/s320/triste-vida.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;Não importa o que você tente, esse sentimento sempre volta, é como se você fadado a isso. Faz parte de você, todos são tristes, só que muitos conseguem superar esse sentimento e sentir outro muito melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;Alguns não tem essa sorte. Para alguns, é tudo que se tem. Eu já tentei ser feliz, eu ri, sorri, vivi como nunca tinha feito. Mas no fundo ela sempre voltava, cada vez mais forte. E agora eu começo a perceber que ela não irá embora. Minha eterna companheira não me deixará, infelizmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882513068489203030-8048159364895200747?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/8048159364895200747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/tristeza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/8048159364895200747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/8048159364895200747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/tristeza.html' title='Tristeza...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TL4_XDzn9MI/AAAAAAAAACc/wLY3BF0CVVM/s72-c/triste-vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-4667517953987830003</id><published>2010-10-18T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:05:52.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TLyuXSZM5PI/AAAAAAAAACY/tgWolEiFhCM/s1600/Crise_e_esperan_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TLyuXSZM5PI/AAAAAAAAACY/tgWolEiFhCM/s320/Crise_e_esperan_a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;Nem todos os momentos são bons. Nossa vida não é feita somente de momentos bons, de alegrias e de felicidade. Existem momentos de tristeza também, e acreditem quando digo, não há nada pior que o desespero que se sente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;Desespero de se estar só, de se sentir diferente, de não achar seu lugar. Dizem que a solidão é o pior castigo, eles estão certos. Digo por experiência própria. A falta que faz um sentido, um motivo ou até mesmo uma direção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;Já me martirizei por tudo, e até hoje me sinto culpado por isso. Mas pela primeira vez em anos, consigo sentir um alívio, um certo sentimento bom, como se tudo fosse melhorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;Pela primeira vez, eu descubro o que é a esperança, e eu acho que só sentindo para se saber...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882513068489203030-4667517953987830003?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/4667517953987830003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/esperanca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/4667517953987830003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/4667517953987830003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/esperanca.html' title='Esperança...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TLyuXSZM5PI/AAAAAAAAACY/tgWolEiFhCM/s72-c/Crise_e_esperan_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-3967669952906874252</id><published>2010-10-15T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:05:31.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ética...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TLkG98jlAXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sVojgxHi9ns/s1600/Ethics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TLkG98jlAXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sVojgxHi9ns/s320/Ethics.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"1.Estudo dos juízos de apreciação referentes à conduta humana, do ponto de vista do bem e do mal. 2.Conjunto de normas e princípios que norteiam a boa conduta do ser humano."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isso é o que o &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aurélio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; diz sobre ética, mas hoje em dia muitos parecem ter se esquecido desses significados. Até quando vamos deixar que as pessoas que deveriam estar lá para nos representar mantenham tal postura, se esquecendo completamente dessa palavra simples e muito importante?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O ponto principal é o que a falta dela resulta. Como todos nós presenciamos todos os dias, cada vez mais estamos deixando que esses homens corrompidos pela sociedade se apoderem de tudo que deveria ser superior à todos esses problemas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Até quando o poder vai estar na mão de quem não merece? Será que precisamos perder tudo que temos de importante para perceber que não está dando certo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Até certo ponto a Ética morreu. Cabe a nós decidir se queremos enterra-la ou revive-la.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882513068489203030-3967669952906874252?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/3967669952906874252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/etica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/3967669952906874252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/3967669952906874252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/etica.html' title='Ética...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TLkG98jlAXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sVojgxHi9ns/s72-c/Ethics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-3543379033885840757</id><published>2010-10-14T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T16:24:15.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justiça...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TLdYQv-6C_I/AAAAAAAAACM/iMWEL6OSP5Q/s1600/justi%C3%A7a-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TLdYQv-6C_I/AAAAAAAAACM/iMWEL6OSP5Q/s320/justi%C3%A7a-2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa é uma palavra com um ideal lindo. Mas até onde é levada a sério? Muitos dizem que a justiça é cega, mas na verdade ela tem olhos muito bons. Bons o suficiente para ver qual lado é mais vantajoso para si, e escolher o qual ela ganha mais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem precisa de ideais quando a suposta "justiça" não existe? O que é justo afinal? E cabe a quem julgar quando todos estão sujeitos as mesmas pressões da mesma sociedade?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É mais fácil responder essas perguntas quando se começa a pensar. "Justiça" não é nada mais que frases idealizadas, na verdade "justiça" são coisas diferentes para pessoas diferentes, onde os mais influentes e poderosos ganham.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Courier&amp;quot;, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E nós saberíamos como escolher o lado certo quando o problema não é conosco?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882513068489203030-3543379033885840757?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/3543379033885840757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/justica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/3543379033885840757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/3543379033885840757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/justica.html' title='Justiça...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TLdYQv-6C_I/AAAAAAAAACM/iMWEL6OSP5Q/s72-c/justi%C3%A7a-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882513068489203030.post-2880467150431319551</id><published>2010-10-13T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T16:24:44.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TLYUTCUt01I/AAAAAAAAACE/rQqZ3ZtNH0o/s1600/alone.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527627909917692754" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TLYUTCUt01I/AAAAAAAAACE/rQqZ3ZtNH0o/s320/alone.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 262px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se pararmos para pensar, cada um possui um passado oculto, algo que queremos esconder dos outros, seja por vergonha, medo ou receio. E não somente do que os outros vão pensar, mas muitas vezes para fugir disso. Nem todos tiveram uma vida boa, e algumas vezes é difícil encarar esse passado. Mas por incrível que pareça, as vezes essa é a única opção. Uma solução. Só precisamos ser ouvidos, encontrar alguém para confiar é difícil, mas não impossível.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas mesmo assim, fica a pergunta, esse passado pode ser esquecido, ou seremos sempre culpados por ele? Não basta apenas a dor e remorso que restam, sem falar nas imagens que nunca esqueceremos? E quanto aqueles que não tiveram escolha? Merecem ser julgados?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882513068489203030-2880467150431319551?l=thehiddenself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/feeds/2880467150431319551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/se-pararmos-para-pensar-cada-um-possui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/2880467150431319551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882513068489203030/posts/default/2880467150431319551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehiddenself.blogspot.com/2010/10/se-pararmos-para-pensar-cada-um-possui.html' title='Passado...'/><author><name>Azuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06033250964637759277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/S9juB9awwCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NzJZV2xQl_w/S220/Bass.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sYFJAdZW6z4/TLYUTCUt01I/AAAAAAAAACE/rQqZ3ZtNH0o/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
