<?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-3097032890785034316</id><updated>2011-10-27T23:00:45.173-02:00</updated><category term='português'/><category term='filosofia'/><category term='mp3'/><category term='the hugh grants'/><category term='Metallica'/><category term='Lou Reed'/><category term='poema'/><category term='letras / lyrics'/><category term='english'/><category term='pornodogs'/><category term='nietzsche'/><category term='citação'/><title type='text'>Excêntrico e a Cidade</title><subtitle type='html'>Uma letra por dia, um poema qualquer ou mais... Literatura sem classe, são minhas impressões em forma de versos ou refrões, em versos sem refrões.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3097032890785034316.post-4634927951484428844</id><published>2011-10-27T22:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T23:00:45.180-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>O QUÊ DA VIDA</title><content type='html'>Tem vezes que a gente está bem como está.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que dia!&lt;br /&gt;Que semana!&lt;br /&gt;Que mês!&lt;br /&gt;Que ano!&lt;br /&gt;Que vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem vezes que a gente só quer que chegue amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que dia longo.&lt;br /&gt;Que semana infinita.&lt;br /&gt;Que mês complicado.&lt;br /&gt;Que ano pesado.&lt;br /&gt;Que vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem vezes que o amanhã precisava ser ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol apagou.&lt;br /&gt;A feira acabou.&lt;br /&gt;O natal chegou.&lt;br /&gt;O inverno passou.&lt;br /&gt;Que vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tem vezes que a gente quer as duas coisas igual.&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo. É, tempo, você não tem sido fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que dia.&lt;br /&gt;Que semana.&lt;br /&gt;Que mês.&lt;br /&gt;Que ano.&lt;br /&gt;Que vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-4634927951484428844?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/4634927951484428844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-que-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/4634927951484428844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/4634927951484428844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-que-da-vida.html' title='O QUÊ DA VIDA'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-1340522099440911309</id><published>2011-10-22T10:49:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T11:17:26.774-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metallica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lou Reed'/><title type='text'>INSPIRAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>Essa é a primeira vez que posto nesse blog algo que não fui eu quem escreveu. Mas a genialidade quase insana do Lou Reed sempre foi das minhas preferidas, e o peso do Metallica sempre também foi - especialmente o peso dos próprios fantasmas do James, que se afogava e se escondia por sentir o peso do mundo em suas costas. O James é um cara com quem muito identifico pelo pouco que sei dele. Mas ao que tudo indica, encontrou ressurreição, e deve-se dizer parabéns, pois ele também continua um gênio, um gigante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então ao ouvir pela primeira vez o disco LULU, a joint venture entre Lou Reed e Metallica, respondi ao amigo que mandou o Link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DENSO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ele respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PRA CARALHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutos depois postei o link no Facebook sob a frase "DENSO PRA CARALHO".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois dias depois, ainda não saí da cama e coloquei o disco pra tocar enquanto escrevia outra coisa. Faixa após faixa, fiquei arrepiado. Eu quero muito o pôster, quero muito o livro. Pra quem não sabe, toda a história se baseia em duas peças de um escritor expressionista alemão Frank Wedekind: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Earth Spirit&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pandora's Box&lt;/span&gt;, que contam a história da vida e relacionamentos de uma jovem dançarina abusada, que foram reunidas sob o título de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lulu Plays&lt;/span&gt;. Desde sua publicação no início dos anos 1900, as peças inspiraram um filme mudo [&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pandora's Box&lt;/span&gt;, 1929], uma ópera, e inúmeras outras iniciativas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originalmente, Lou havia escrito as letras e idealizado o cenário para uma produção teatral em Berlin, mas depois de se juntar à banda no &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rock and Roll Hall of Fame&lt;/span&gt; em 2009, todos sabiam que precisavam fazer mais juntos. Em 2011 gravaram, e eu ouvi. E eu pirei, eu me inspirei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O disco todo dá uma vontade louca de romper um hiato criativo em que me sinto imerso, e já me faz olhar para meu piano, meus violões e minhas guitarras de maneira diferente. Me faz olhar para o papel, a caneta e o lápis, o teclado, tudo de maneira diferente. Me faz olhar para a minha raiva, minha frustração e minhas realizações de maneira diferente. Me faz olhar para minhas leituras de maneira diferente. Me faz a cabeça girar afiada como um liquidificador sedento por tritirar e misturar tudo isso e o que virá em micro pedaços de uma nova massa e produzir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora mesmo está tocando uma tensão de 8'01'' chamada &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Little Dog&lt;/span&gt;. Se você tiver curiosidade de ver e ouvir o que me inspirou a postar uma letra do Lou e não uma minha, e quem sabe entender do que estou falando, precisa entrar &lt;a href="http://www.loureedmetallica.com/listen-to-lulu.php" target="_blank"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Lou, James, Lars, Kirk e Trujillo. Obrigado, Davi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha preferida é FRUSTRATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration&lt;br /&gt;In my lexicon of hate&lt;br /&gt;I see you with your portraiture&lt;br /&gt;Does he love you?&lt;br /&gt;Does he love you too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brush strokes&lt;br /&gt;Kiss your breasts and toes&lt;br /&gt;I cry icicles in my stein&lt;br /&gt;The heartbeats flutter&lt;br /&gt;With an abnormal rhythm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain shoots through my body&lt;br /&gt;A sword between my thighs&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could kill you&lt;br /&gt;But I too love your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're feeling less whore but you stimulate&lt;br /&gt;The hatred smolders in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'd drop to my knees in a second&lt;br /&gt;To salivate in your thighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I do is fall over&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the strength I once had&lt;br /&gt;In you and your prickless lover&lt;br /&gt;And his easel in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain creep up my leg&lt;br /&gt;Blood runs from my nose&lt;br /&gt;I puke my guts out at your feet&lt;br /&gt;You're more man than I&lt;br /&gt;To be dead to have no feeling&lt;br /&gt;To be dry and spermless like a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Marry me&lt;br /&gt;I want you as my wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spermless like a girl&lt;br /&gt;More man than I&lt;br /&gt;More man than I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration&lt;br /&gt;In my lexicon of hate&lt;br /&gt;You're feeling less like a whore but you&lt;br /&gt;Stimulate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do is fall over&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the strength I once had&lt;br /&gt;All I do is fall over&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the strength I once had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you so much to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I want you as a wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration is my lexicon of hate&lt;br /&gt;Frustration is my lexicon of hate&lt;br /&gt;Fru... fru... frustration, my lexicon of hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry icicles&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeats flutter&lt;br /&gt;Abnormal rhythm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could kill you&lt;br /&gt;But I too love your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I want you as my wife&lt;br /&gt;I want you as my wife&lt;br /&gt;Spermless like a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky in feeling&lt;br /&gt;More man than I&lt;br /&gt;Marry me, marry me, marry me&lt;br /&gt;I want you as a wife&lt;br /&gt;Spermless like a girl&lt;br /&gt;Puking my guts at your feet&lt;br /&gt;More man than I&lt;br /&gt;Fru... fru... fru... frustration&lt;br /&gt;Frustration&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-1340522099440911309?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/1340522099440911309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2011/10/inspiracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/1340522099440911309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/1340522099440911309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2011/10/inspiracao.html' title='INSPIRAÇÃO'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-1604225363419057975</id><published>2011-10-09T16:10:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T19:13:30.695-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nietzsche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>AIME A FRED</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A sutileza da vergonha -&lt;/span&gt; os homens não se envergonham de pensar coisas sujas, mas ao imaginar que lhes são atribuídos esses pensamentos sujos.&lt;/span&gt;- Nietzsche&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Harassment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One's psychological pressure may turn other into a sad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Vicious, violence and standars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause of some regrets is cyclical, and lying within it can only cause as much damage to other as it does its owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Enclosure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harder one rapes towards the core, the harder it'll get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Math on opposition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an inverse proportion between the strength used to achieve looseness and the looseness of the cuffs itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Bounce x Health x Sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain you inflict to others is smaller than the one you do to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy comes from the ability of hypothetically placing yourself under someone else's point of view without the need of getting/being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Dope seduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The immediate answer and satisfaction a bad, known behavior provides, almost immediately turns back against yourself as a bad feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Abstinence x Sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the anguish and emptiness are the very things an addict will miss, not the euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Mold, a lesson on adaptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our body and mind will learn to live through the worst if needed, but this is not necessarily good. It is important, almost mandatory to remain sensible every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Pattern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the worst will be missed once you get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Contradicted efforts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attempt to hide instead of getting rid of something produces a growing agglomerate around the thing to avoid; with effect, it is the cancer of the soul, opposite of healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Darwinism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain can only one out of two: 1] keep you alive; or 2] kill you. With no exception, its absence can only kill - even if it takes a while and the heart keeps beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be perfect, the pencil against the paper should auto-check spelling and grammar; on the other hand, the keyboard makes it much more difficult to achieve authenticity and fluidness. Both options should be noiseless and seamless, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-1604225363419057975?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/1604225363419057975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2011/10/aime-fred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/1604225363419057975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/1604225363419057975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2011/10/aime-fred.html' title='AIME A FRED'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-5671445868561695176</id><published>2011-03-16T21:52:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:20:22.369-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>TRAGICÔMICO</title><content type='html'>Me assisti, era um ator,&lt;br /&gt;Não mais eu - outro alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Me assistia num palco,&lt;br /&gt;E só eu, mais ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas de fato era um texto&lt;br /&gt;Sem falas reais.&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo um roteiro,&lt;br /&gt;Não meu, mas de outrém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria isso um ensaio, não a peça em cartaz?&lt;br /&gt;Seria o ato de um drama ou comédia fugaz?&lt;br /&gt;Será que lia nas linhas o que todos dizem?&lt;br /&gt;Será que tragédia em disfarce de paz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não senti essa dor,&lt;br /&gt;nem nunca disse amém.&lt;br /&gt;Só subi no palanque&lt;br /&gt;que aos modos convém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somente encenava,&lt;br /&gt;E não chorei jamais.&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo um passado,&lt;br /&gt;um presente e um porém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vi, estava velho pro que ficou pra trás,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, pro destino era jovem demais.&lt;br /&gt;Se entre linhas sou lírico e vou sempre além,&lt;br /&gt;Só, correndo, sou empírico, e assim sou capaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu corri pra suar,&lt;br /&gt;Pra ficar ofegante.&lt;br /&gt;Eu corri pra chorar&lt;br /&gt;Sem ninguém perceber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não corri pra lutar,&lt;br /&gt;Quis ficar mais distante.&lt;br /&gt;Eu corri pra escapar&lt;br /&gt;Sem ninguém perceber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-5671445868561695176?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/5671445868561695176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2011/03/tragicomico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/5671445868561695176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/5671445868561695176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2011/03/tragicomico.html' title='TRAGICÔMICO'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-1977933656214262582</id><published>2011-02-15T11:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T11:36:31.060-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>SORRY THING</title><content type='html'>All the things that I’ve said to you, well I meant to&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t say everything that I would like to say to you, girl&lt;br /&gt;And this jealousy I feel, it makes me a jealous guy&lt;br /&gt;I’m a jealous guy who loves you so much, that’s what I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day I forget about you&lt;br /&gt;[or I try to]&lt;br /&gt;Every single day I regret about you&lt;br /&gt;[or I try to]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I drink too much, and I cry, too&lt;br /&gt;I say things that I thought you would like to hear&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that I don’t know how to handle this friendship love&lt;br /&gt;I get mean as hell, I try to make you feel blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day I forget about you&lt;br /&gt;[or I try to]&lt;br /&gt;Every single day I regret about you&lt;br /&gt;[or I try to]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for you,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for me,&lt;br /&gt;This sorry thing is bad,&lt;br /&gt;This sorry thing is mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for you,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for me,&lt;br /&gt;This sorry thing is bad,&lt;br /&gt;But this sorry thing is real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-1977933656214262582?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/1977933656214262582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2011/02/sorry-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/1977933656214262582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/1977933656214262582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2011/02/sorry-thing.html' title='SORRY THING'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-6842540278568928521</id><published>2010-03-24T08:19:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T18:47:57.626-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><title type='text'>INCOMPLETO</title><content type='html'>Eu sonhei.&lt;br /&gt;E acordei mais molhado que estou&lt;br /&gt;depois da chuva que cai meio tom,&lt;br /&gt;que cai de lado, pra esquerda, aonde vou.&lt;br /&gt;Olho pra lá onde Lá é bemol,&lt;br /&gt;quero ficar bem mais perto do Sol,&lt;br /&gt;onde ninguém sente a dor do vazio,&lt;br /&gt;onde ninguém sente frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei,&lt;br /&gt;e me senti mais cansado que estou,&lt;br /&gt;sentei de lado onde o vaso caiu.&lt;br /&gt;Juntei com a mão todo o caco que restou,&lt;br /&gt;fiquei calado e colei o que deu,&lt;br /&gt;falei apenas que eu era seu.&lt;br /&gt;Disse que a culpa está toda em mim,&lt;br /&gt;mas que isso não era o fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À procura de um refrão e de mais versos,&lt;br /&gt;de preferência uns riffs espertos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-6842540278568928521?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/6842540278568928521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2010/03/incompleto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/6842540278568928521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/6842540278568928521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2010/03/incompleto.html' title='INCOMPLETO'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-4954029020908021405</id><published>2010-03-06T07:49:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T08:01:56.030-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pornodogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>QUEM É VOCÊ?</title><content type='html'>Celebrando que retomei &lt;a href="http://absurdoniricos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;os sonhos&lt;/a&gt;, um dos sonhos de outrora que mais gosto de cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite se passou,&lt;br /&gt;você ficou grudada em mim.&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo sonho se repete sem parar,&lt;br /&gt;me faz suar demais.&lt;br /&gt;Não era nada quando você me encotrou,&lt;br /&gt;agora eu sei quem você é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem é você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Máscaras e fantasias&lt;br /&gt;eu coloquei depois tirei quando você mandou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei por dias difíceis&lt;br /&gt;[foram difíceis mas eu aguentei]&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive sonhos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;[que não vão mais voltar]&lt;br /&gt;Você roubou minha vida&lt;br /&gt;[pegou, usou e depois jogou pra trás]&lt;br /&gt;Eu me senti ofendido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saí de casa quando você me enfrenteou,&lt;br /&gt;não teve tato.&lt;br /&gt;Não percebeu que eu precisava descansar,&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei quem você é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem é você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz parar a hemorragia,&lt;br /&gt;onde eu sangrei você limpou quando você lambeu, é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei por dias difíceis&lt;br /&gt;[foram difíceis mas eu aguentei]&lt;br /&gt;Eu tive sonhos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;[que não vão mais voltar]&lt;br /&gt;Você roubou minha vida&lt;br /&gt;[pegou, usou e depois jogou pra trás]&lt;br /&gt;Eu me senti ofendido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originalmente, começou assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day goes by and you don't seem to go away from my mind&lt;br /&gt;The only dream I have is what I've dreamed last night&lt;br /&gt;and then I wake up all sweat&lt;br /&gt;I was a nobody when you found me alone,&lt;br /&gt;but now I know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de como não mudou nada, enm a métrica na hora de cantar, nem o sentido, nem mesmo a forma de dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer ouvir? Clica &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/pornodogs" target="_blank"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-4954029020908021405?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/4954029020908021405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2010/03/quem-e-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/4954029020908021405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/4954029020908021405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2010/03/quem-e-voce.html' title='QUEM É VOCÊ?'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-6840744901329518289</id><published>2009-09-18T07:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:01:32.897-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>JUST ANOTHER ADVICE</title><content type='html'>1, 2, 3, 4, 5,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that life can be sometimes something not good enough, not clean enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know that life is not a chance to be around and feel complete it´s not that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6, 7, 8, 9, 10,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you take care and be aware of greed, bad seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guys you may fuck but you should know that just a few deserve your kiss, your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share the stage with anybody else,&lt;br /&gt;but don´t ride´em home&lt;br /&gt;share the things you have in mind&lt;br /&gt;and they´ll steal from you&lt;br /&gt;before you realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share the stage with different guests,&lt;br /&gt;but don´t ride´em home&lt;br /&gt;share the things you have in mind&lt;br /&gt;and they´ll steal from you&lt;br /&gt;in front of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4,5,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d´you satisfy yourself by being such a freak, so sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you feel all right when people think that you´re a fuck who lost the grip, no leash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6,7,8,9,10,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don´t pretend you got yourself depressed, that´s sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you´re just a spoiled kid and you don´t have a thing inside your head, too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share the stage with anybody else,&lt;br /&gt;but don´t ride´em home&lt;br /&gt;share the things you have in mind&lt;br /&gt;and they´ll steal from you&lt;br /&gt;before you realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share the stage with different guests,&lt;br /&gt;but don´t ride´em home&lt;br /&gt;share the things you have in mind&lt;br /&gt;and they´ll steal from you&lt;br /&gt;in front of your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-6840744901329518289?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/6840744901329518289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-another-advice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>ÓRGÃO DAS CERTEZAS</title><content type='html'>Ouço com as orelhas&lt;br /&gt;Ouço com os ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Ouço os barulhos&lt;br /&gt;De uma porta abrindo&lt;br /&gt;Vou sair pra dentro&lt;br /&gt;Abre e vou saindo&lt;br /&gt;Entro enquanto saio&lt;br /&gt;Vejo enquanto saio&lt;br /&gt;Eis que então vem vindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração me bate&lt;br /&gt;O coração violento&lt;br /&gt;Me bate tão, tão forte&lt;br /&gt;Me bate sem carinho&lt;br /&gt;Bate forte na boca&lt;br /&gt;Bate na boca do estômago&lt;br /&gt;Bate na falta de um cérebro&lt;br /&gt;Bate no ausente sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro sobe quente&lt;br /&gt;Inebria a mente da gente&lt;br /&gt;Textura sobe no dente&lt;br /&gt;Um dedo sozinho não sente&lt;br /&gt;Mas o estômago fica sentindo&lt;br /&gt;Rasga e joga sal grosso&lt;br /&gt;Tempera a carne do insosso&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ele, chorando ou sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma livre simples rápida impensada adaptação de um parágrafo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-1308718643384062136?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/1308718643384062136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/orgao-das-certezas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/1308718643384062136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/1308718643384062136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/08/orgao-das-certezas.html' title='ÓRGÃO DAS CERTEZAS'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-4099580063556946151</id><published>2009-07-29T08:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:06:16.463-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>RUNNING OUT OF DREAMS</title><content type='html'>Were you planning to be pretty?&lt;br /&gt;I should tell ya that ain't workin'&lt;br /&gt;The ol'dream to be a rockstar is not a bit good&lt;br /&gt;It's a desperate, sad adventure for noon and after that&lt;br /&gt;Been workin' for a pounf coin&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my children weren't fed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a young man sittin' beside an ol'team in the bar&lt;br /&gt;But the elderly may spend... you cannot afford to lose any time&lt;br /&gt;The janitor comes for the rent, late too many times&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna make a new friend here&lt;br /&gt;But you are under the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day in the city of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Take time to pray, what you don't believe&lt;br /&gt;Please come along and try to save us now&lt;br /&gt;Time is passing by and I'm running out of dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-4099580063556946151?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/4099580063556946151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/running-out-of-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/4099580063556946151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/4099580063556946151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/running-out-of-dreams.html' title='RUNNING OUT OF DREAMS'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-2123492110545737156</id><published>2009-07-26T20:07:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:24:46.403-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>ALTO FLAGELO</title><content type='html'>Acordou com raiva do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;perdido, sim, contrariado.&lt;br /&gt;Acordou com raiva, desnudo,&lt;br /&gt;sabia o que era, coitado.&lt;br /&gt;Despertou de sono profundo,&lt;br /&gt;mas já sem ninguém ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;sentiu muita raiva de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;passou todo o dia sentado.&lt;br /&gt;Ter raiva de um mundo inteiro,&lt;br /&gt;culpá-lo da insatisfação,&lt;br /&gt;tardar em ser verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;e esperar nada em reação?&lt;br /&gt;Todo tempo passa ligeiro,&lt;br /&gt;nunca que passa é em vão!&lt;br /&gt;Do tempo a gente é passageiro,&lt;br /&gt;e dele não se tira perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!, não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir essa raiva viril,&lt;br /&gt;sentir-se com tudo a perder,&lt;br /&gt;sentir que o que tinha, partiu,&lt;br /&gt;saber que o culpado é você...&lt;br /&gt;Ver que o mundo lhe reagiu&lt;br /&gt;aos atos que quis cometer,&lt;br /&gt;ver o saldo do que feriu&lt;br /&gt;com atos. Por fora, blasé.&lt;br /&gt;Sentiu que ainda era tempo&lt;br /&gt;e que a raiva lhe dava poder.&lt;br /&gt;Pensou que se fosse correndo&lt;br /&gt;alcançava de novo. O quê?&lt;br /&gt;Pensou em ser tão violento,&lt;br /&gt;provocou, mas ainda não vê:&lt;br /&gt;provocou o próprio sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;e chorou como quando bebê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E chorou e se enervou lá do alto porque lá no alto e lá dentro sabia que a raiva que sentia era dele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-2123492110545737156?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/2123492110545737156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/sem-titulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/2123492110545737156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/2123492110545737156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/sem-titulo.html' title='ALTO FLAGELO'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-6164432042982077492</id><published>2009-07-20T22:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:41:43.752-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>DE UM QUANDO E NÃO ONDE</title><content type='html'>A falta de olhares não esconde&lt;br /&gt;O que olhos alheios só vêem&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos de um quando, não onde,&lt;br /&gt;Até quando viver em porém?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A falta de excusas responde&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas não brotam do além&lt;br /&gt;Que a névoa persista e me ronde&lt;br /&gt;Permita, no entanto, um que vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou ou sou tão diferente&lt;br /&gt;Pois sou paciente demais&lt;br /&gt;Creio estar mais conseqüente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a presente ausência me traz,&lt;br /&gt;A mim, que sou tão exigente,&lt;br /&gt;Do que a presença é capaz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos de um quando, não onde&lt;br /&gt;E a olhos alheios, porém,&lt;br /&gt;Não poupa os olhares, não esconde,&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu ou todos vocês vêem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a falta de excusas me ronde,&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas que brotam, que vêm&lt;br /&gt;Névoa persistente, responde,&lt;br /&gt;Permite, portanto, um além?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou ou sou mais conseqüente&lt;br /&gt;Pois sou paciente demais&lt;br /&gt;Creio estar tão diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a presente ausência é capaz,&lt;br /&gt;A mim, que sou tão exigente,&lt;br /&gt;O que a presença me traz?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-6164432042982077492?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/6164432042982077492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/de-um-quando-e-nao-onde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/6164432042982077492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/6164432042982077492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/de-um-quando-e-nao-onde.html' title='DE UM QUANDO E NÃO ONDE'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-5639673148979656720</id><published>2009-07-20T07:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:55:06.286-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hugh grants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mp3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>ARRESTED</title><content type='html'>No friends&lt;br /&gt;No sun&lt;br /&gt;No drinks&lt;br /&gt;No mum&lt;br /&gt;No sex&lt;br /&gt;No fun&lt;br /&gt;Can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;No glam&lt;br /&gt;Short food&lt;br /&gt;Long fights&lt;br /&gt;Short space&lt;br /&gt;Long nights&lt;br /&gt;No bed&lt;br /&gt;No seat&lt;br /&gt;That heat&lt;br /&gt;No fan&lt;br /&gt;No wind&lt;br /&gt;Just sweat&lt;br /&gt;No keys [kids]&lt;br /&gt;No gaps [dads]&lt;br /&gt;No life&lt;br /&gt;No pain&lt;br /&gt;No time&lt;br /&gt;Just shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re arrested&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;You’re arrested&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got the right to be quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.upload-mp3.com/files/68177_cmjlf/Arrested.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem a menor pretensão de ser Nina ou Iggy, mas são as duas das três fontes de inspiração nesse caso. E abstraia a tosquice da gravação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou melhor, compreenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-5639673148979656720?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/5639673148979656720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/arrested.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/5639673148979656720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/5639673148979656720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/arrested.html' title='ARRESTED'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-8520684494154985282</id><published>2009-07-19T20:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:09:19.310-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>NUNCA!, um soneto</title><content type='html'>Nunca! E nunca, nunca, vezes três!&lt;br /&gt;Tens que ver, é infinito, oposto&lt;br /&gt;Assim sendo, digo e faço gosto&lt;br /&gt;Nunca! E nunca, nunca, vezes três!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tens que ver e me mostrar o rosto&lt;br /&gt;E eu nunca mais farei o que te fez&lt;br /&gt;Nunca, nunca, nada, um não cortês&lt;br /&gt;Sobrancelha em riste, em lindo posto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digas mais que nunca é proibido&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me repetir o que te conduz&lt;br /&gt;Até que insistente faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nunca é proibido, então é luz&lt;br /&gt;Faça o que quiser, nunca impedido&lt;br /&gt;E nunca ao que sinto me reduz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-8520684494154985282?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/8520684494154985282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/nunca-um-soneto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/8520684494154985282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/8520684494154985282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/nunca-um-soneto.html' title='NUNCA!, um soneto'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-3390972085603082136</id><published>2009-07-18T20:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:41:25.203-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pornodogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><title type='text'>ESTUPRO</title><content type='html'>Eu posso te amar,&lt;br /&gt;mas eu posso também deixar pra lá.&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso te amar,&lt;br /&gt;mas você precisa deixar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso te comer&lt;br /&gt;sem roupa na mesa do jantar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso te estuprar,&lt;br /&gt;mas aí você não pode deixar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fez tudo certo,&lt;br /&gt;mas quem disse que eu gosto assim?&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro o incerto ao que é bom pra mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-3390972085603082136?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/3390972085603082136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/estupro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/3390972085603082136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/3390972085603082136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/estupro.html' title='ESTUPRO'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-914563405364729021</id><published>2009-07-17T08:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:25:40.165-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>SENTIDO ÚNICO</title><content type='html'>daquele que nunca fez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traio a ti com minha namorada&lt;br /&gt;falo demais, tu ficas calada&lt;br /&gt;calada a noite passa, recicla o dia&lt;br /&gt;ciclo infinito, tristeza e alegria&lt;br /&gt;profundo buraco de luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insípida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só o odor de ti recordo e me dói&lt;br /&gt;é bastante mas não basta&lt;br /&gt;correnteza que arrasta e é mais&lt;br /&gt;quando mais nunca foste, demais&lt;br /&gt;é amarelo, é claro, é jamais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estúpido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;três dias não passam veloz&lt;br /&gt;três noites sem ter sua voz&lt;br /&gt;elevo-te toda à terceira...&lt;br /&gt;a primeira, quatorze, a primeira&lt;br /&gt;mais letras, a seta certeira&lt;br /&gt;um autista que briga sem mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é o que todos pra sempre veriam&lt;br /&gt;como tu vês não esconderiam&lt;br /&gt;se não têm vez, aguardariam&lt;br /&gt;pela entrada no templo xadrez&lt;br /&gt;e de lá nos trariam notícias&lt;br /&gt;um postal, e então fictícias&lt;br /&gt;tornariam-se fato concreto,&lt;br /&gt;viveriam sob o mesmo teto,&lt;br /&gt;refariam o que nunca se fez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inexorável em outras palavras: &lt;a href="http://absurdoniricos.blogspot.com/2009/07/elevador-vazio.html"&gt;Asurdoníricos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-914563405364729021?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/914563405364729021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/sentido-unico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/914563405364729021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/914563405364729021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/sentido-unico.html' title='SENTIDO ÚNICO'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-8358193090183700217</id><published>2009-07-15T09:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:13:27.890-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pornodogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><title type='text'>HEY MÃE</title><content type='html'>Hey mãe, eu tenho um filho,&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca, jamais, não conheci.&lt;br /&gt;Já tem a minha idade,&lt;br /&gt;disseram que parece com você -&lt;br /&gt;se for tão depressivo,&lt;br /&gt;deve conhecer o que vivi,&lt;br /&gt;todos os anos que se foram.&lt;br /&gt;Não dá pra voltar atrás, mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero te mostrar que sou capaz, mas&lt;br /&gt;nunca tive tempo pra ser bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey mãe, aquele filho...&lt;br /&gt;se tem a minha idade não é meu!&lt;br /&gt;Estou apreensivo,&lt;br /&gt;creio que de fato ele sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;Com seu caráter duvidoso,&lt;br /&gt;duvidou que já cresceu.&lt;br /&gt;Pensa que ainda é muito novo,&lt;br /&gt;já sorriu e já sofreu demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve duvidar que sou capaz, mas&lt;br /&gt;só de olhar pra trás se arrependeu,&lt;br /&gt;não quer mais saber do que passou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já passou, ficou prá trás.&lt;br /&gt;Se já passou, não volta mais.&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço seco, mudo e sem calor,&lt;br /&gt;um abraço e um pedido de perdão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-8358193090183700217?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/8358193090183700217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/8358193090183700217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/8358193090183700217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-mae.html' title='HEY MÃE'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-4279425976974631244</id><published>2009-07-14T08:24:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:39:42.294-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pornodogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>TENTAR ATÉ MORRER [HE COULDN'T FIND THE WAY]</title><content type='html'>Quinze anos e nada mais,&lt;br /&gt;era apenas um jovem rapaz&lt;br /&gt;que tenta algo que não se faz.&lt;br /&gt;Fez mal, não pôde proceder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está sozinho na multidão,&lt;br /&gt;muitos rostos, nenhuma afeição.&lt;br /&gt;Lá no céu ou sentado no chão,&lt;br /&gt;talvez não, mas pra mim é tudo igual.&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim é tudo igual,&lt;br /&gt;é igual pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se passaram mais seis anos,&lt;br /&gt;muitas noites e dias insanos.&lt;br /&gt;Não mudaram os antigos planos:&lt;br /&gt;tentar, tentar até morrer,&lt;br /&gt;tentar até morrer,&lt;br /&gt;até morrer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um corte vertical,&lt;br /&gt;fundo e longitudinal,&lt;br /&gt;lá do alto, um mortal,&lt;br /&gt;belo salto sem sair do chão,&lt;br /&gt;sem sair do chão,&lt;br /&gt;tentar até morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/pornodogs"&gt;PORNODOGS&lt;/a&gt; tocam essa também. Mas originalmente, foi escrita assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE COULDN'T FIND THE WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was only ten plus five&lt;br /&gt;When he did for the very first time&lt;br /&gt;He tried to take away his own life&lt;br /&gt;So hard, he couldn't find the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't find the way&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be alone in the middle of a crowd&lt;br /&gt;Many faces, no friends around&lt;br /&gt;In the sky or facing the ground&lt;br /&gt;I may be wrong but sometimes it feels the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels the same&lt;br /&gt;I know it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's on his twenty first&lt;br /&gt;Six years were not enough&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna try that same old stuff&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna try to take his life again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take his life away&lt;br /&gt;To take his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no clima suicídio e post casado, um sonho contado com o mesmo tema &lt;a href="http://absurdoniricos.blogspot.com/2009/07/finnegans-suicida.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-4279425976974631244?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/4279425976974631244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/tentar-ate-morrer-he-couldnt-find-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/4279425976974631244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/4279425976974631244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/tentar-ate-morrer-he-couldnt-find-way.html' title='TENTAR ATÉ MORRER [HE COULDN&apos;T FIND THE WAY]'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-1356624750047247722</id><published>2009-07-13T08:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:40:58.015-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pornodogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><title type='text'>UMBIGO SEM SONHOS</title><content type='html'>Um pequeno cisco no olho de vidro que já não enxerga mais&lt;br /&gt;Um pequeno odor compromete, incomoda demais&lt;br /&gt;Um pequeno ruído no ouvido cansado que já não escuta mais&lt;br /&gt;Um pequeno dia longo no umbigo que já não sonha mais&lt;br /&gt;Que já não sonha mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pequeno corte na pele que sangra, dói mas tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;Um pequeno floco de neve derrete, desfaz&lt;br /&gt;Um pequeno erro e o gosto desanda, já não satisfaz&lt;br /&gt;Um pequeno dia longo no umbigo que já não sonha mais&lt;br /&gt;Que já não sonha mais, não sonha mais&lt;br /&gt;Não sonha mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem hoje o ontem não teria amanhã, oh! não.&lt;br /&gt;Sem continuação, o hoje não terá amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;pra quê sonhar então?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma que os &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/pornodogs"&gt;PORNODOGS&lt;/a&gt; tocam. Como não tenho mp3, uma conclusão evidente: precisamos gravar. É das minhas preferidas, dos sentidos pra variar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De certa forma tem a ver com meus textos no &lt;a href="http://absurdoniricos.blogspot.com"&gt;outro blog&lt;/a&gt;, sobre sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-1356624750047247722?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/1356624750047247722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/umbigo-sem-sonhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/1356624750047247722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/1356624750047247722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/umbigo-sem-sonhos.html' title='UMBIGO SEM SONHOS'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-4460432420418309262</id><published>2009-07-12T08:22:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:39:10.858-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pornodogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mp3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><title type='text'>NUNCA TE VI, SEMPRE TE AMEI</title><content type='html'>Meus amigos sempre me disseram&lt;br /&gt;Ela é demais e você tem que conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Nunca nos vimos, nunca nos falamos&lt;br /&gt;ficou no ar um mistério de você&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se corro atrás ou se te espero [sinto seu cheiro]&lt;br /&gt;Se faço o tipo mudo e casual [te olho no espelho]&lt;br /&gt;Mas se ficar parado eu desespero [procuro e não vejo]&lt;br /&gt;Maldito instinto cego e anormal [um desejo imenso de encontrar]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todos falam com você e eu não&lt;br /&gt;todos sabem como é e eu não&lt;br /&gt;todos podem te encontrar e eu não, e eu não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falei uma vez por telefone&lt;br /&gt;e me ponho agora a digitar&lt;br /&gt;troco mensagens de amores&lt;br /&gt;raiou o sol e ainda não dormi&lt;br /&gt;Sem te conhecer eu nem procuro [sentindo seu cheiro]&lt;br /&gt;Algo que te faça acreditar [te olhando no espelho]&lt;br /&gt;Nunca tive planos pro futuro [procuro e não vejo]&lt;br /&gt;Tudo leva sempre ao mesmo fim [um desejo imenso de encontrar]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todos falam com você e eu não&lt;br /&gt;todos sabem como é e eu não&lt;br /&gt;todos podem te encontrar e eu não, e eu não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um vício de você [eu não sei, eu não sei]&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te vi, sempre te amei [eu não sei, eu não sei]&lt;br /&gt;se tem um brilho ou se não tem [eu não sei, eu não sei]&lt;br /&gt;são tantas coisas que eu não sei [eu não sei, eu não sei]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.upload-mp3.com/files/63988_9qbly/nunca.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/pornodogs"&gt;PORNODOGS&lt;/a&gt;, essa quem canta os versos é o H., e eu os backings. No refrão inverte. Feita pra uma coisa, não pessoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-4460432420418309262?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/4460432420418309262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/nunca-te-vi-sempre-te-amei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/4460432420418309262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/4460432420418309262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/nunca-te-vi-sempre-te-amei.html' title='NUNCA TE VI, SEMPRE TE AMEI'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-895384126645217381</id><published>2009-07-11T17:19:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:38:27.124-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><title type='text'>TODO SILÊNCIO</title><content type='html'>Qualquer e todos nossos tempos,&lt;br /&gt;se for convencimento não quero,&lt;br /&gt;porque me faz mal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é o oposto do incerto, é o correto, mas não natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentar, enxergar na folha o vento,&lt;br /&gt;Cheirar um sentimento que é mero,&lt;br /&gt;latente, é real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um gosto são cores e um toque só faz passar mal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de só querer bem.&lt;br /&gt;De só, querer mais.&lt;br /&gt;E só se sentir quando muitos te cercam em paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo silêncio é uma chance e um sinal,&lt;br /&gt;todo silêncio é um começo e um final,&lt;br /&gt;tudo em silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;tolo em silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;todo silêncio que é branco, é igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo silêncio que é chance, é mortal.&lt;br /&gt;todo começo já traz um final?&lt;br /&gt;tudo em silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;tolo em silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;todo silêncio que é branco, é igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-895384126645217381?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/895384126645217381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/silencio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/895384126645217381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/895384126645217381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/silencio.html' title='TODO SILÊNCIO'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-2081023390645181793</id><published>2009-07-11T11:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:47:50.714-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mp3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>HOLD ON</title><content type='html'>Hold on to what you have&lt;br /&gt;because you ain't gonna get any more than that&lt;br /&gt;it's not a shame to show what you feel&lt;br /&gt;and cry one more night before you leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're proving that you’re real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel sad, have regrets and all&lt;br /&gt;don't dress yourself up into steel&lt;br /&gt;show people that you care&lt;br /&gt;you would always be there but you can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell that's really not their fault&lt;br /&gt;turn back just one more time to fall&lt;br /&gt;you’re sad, that's really not their fault but it's all yours&lt;br /&gt;you have no strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come close to those you love and ask&lt;br /&gt;if they don't really love you back&lt;br /&gt;then go and move to far enough&lt;br /&gt;as far as they can never go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How they come to react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All alone, not self-assured,&lt;br /&gt;for other people you are just a bore&lt;br /&gt;but they have never tried to get&lt;br /&gt;to get any closer to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't really want to know&lt;br /&gt;if you are hard or you are soft&lt;br /&gt;but you are not a gum to chew and spit out&lt;br /&gt;that's not you&lt;br /&gt;you have a heart that beats inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.upload-mp3.com/files/63471_hk7be/holdOnN.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="52" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-2081023390645181793?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/2081023390645181793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/hold-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/2081023390645181793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/2081023390645181793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/07/hold-on.html' title='HOLD ON'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-7053908428826394529</id><published>2009-01-18T19:42:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:38:48.400-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pornodogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mp3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><title type='text'>SOU NOIR</title><content type='html'>Como encarar o tempo depois do que foi?&lt;br /&gt;Pois o tempo perdoa com razão,&lt;br /&gt;no entanto não se esquece jamais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser o rei de você,&lt;br /&gt;ser o imenso prazer,&lt;br /&gt;ser um frei que sofreu,&lt;br /&gt;de pecados morrer.&lt;br /&gt;Ser alguém que se impõe com os pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;e devaneios tolos no ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como enfrentar de frente o que dói? Te destrói...&lt;br /&gt;Mas se o corpo resiste à provação,&lt;br /&gt;a mente cresce e o homem se faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser o rei de você,&lt;br /&gt;ser o imenso prazer,&lt;br /&gt;ser um frei que sofreu,&lt;br /&gt;de pecados morrer.&lt;br /&gt;Ser alguém que se impõe com os pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;e devaneios tolos no ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser alguém, sem ninguém sou noir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;amp;external_url=http://www.upload-mp3.com/files/63661_tpyj5/sounoir.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="52" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa os PORNODOGS tocam, mas não nessa versão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-7053908428826394529?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/7053908428826394529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/01/sou-noir.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/7053908428826394529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/7053908428826394529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/01/sou-noir.html' title='SOU NOIR'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-2940536375238991608</id><published>2009-01-17T11:16:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:07:29.720-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mp3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>BRAIN DRAIN</title><content type='html'>Across the day&lt;br /&gt;I don't want sand in my way&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect track for a perfect place to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear what you say&lt;br /&gt;Coz in the end we both know that is just the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a long time&lt;br /&gt;til I have courage to say&lt;br /&gt;"hello, I'm Daniel and I wonder what's your name"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the day&lt;br /&gt;A cross that is stuck in the way&lt;br /&gt;How come that you know just what I don't need to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say&lt;br /&gt;Now hope you get what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;I want the time, I want the place, we need the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think what I think&lt;br /&gt;You say what I'm gonna do&lt;br /&gt;You ask and I'll sing a brand new song for you&lt;br /&gt;You drain my brain&lt;br /&gt;You drain my brain&lt;br /&gt;You make my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my day&lt;br /&gt;You make my day&lt;br /&gt;You make my day&lt;br /&gt;You make&lt;br /&gt;You make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.upload-mp3.com/files/63664_akxqg/brainDrainVocals.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma da série inegável, na 'descoberta da verdade'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-2940536375238991608?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/2940536375238991608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/01/brain-drain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/2940536375238991608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/2940536375238991608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/01/brain-drain.html' title='BRAIN DRAIN'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-598811747082967147</id><published>2009-01-16T12:03:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:06:43.265-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mp3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>I KNEW IT ALL</title><content type='html'>Well you know it's gonna be like this forever&lt;br /&gt;What you know ain't gonna change&lt;br /&gt;And you know we've been together for one year now&lt;br /&gt;But you know it's gonna change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I've been mistaken here for someone else&lt;br /&gt;I could never cheer you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'm not the kind of guy you wanna live&lt;br /&gt;That you know, you leave me all behind&lt;br /&gt;And you know I can't go hiding all this shit too long&lt;br /&gt;Well you know just how it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding from myself what I already knew&lt;br /&gt;I already knew it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying not to let you go,&lt;br /&gt;But know I know you were gone so long before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it all so long before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.upload-mp3.com/files/63662_db5jw/knewitall.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando conheço alguém que não toca, não canta, não escreve, é repetido ser questionado sobre como componho: é primeiro a letra, é a música, é um tema...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A resposta é sempre a mesma. Não sei, não tem um padrão. Padrão pra criar? Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade é que minhas favoritas vêm de pronto, em minutos estão escritas e tocadas, muito antes de serem decoradas. Normalmente têm motivo inegável, como essa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-598811747082967147?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/598811747082967147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/01/como-faz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/598811747082967147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/598811747082967147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/01/como-faz.html' title='I KNEW IT ALL'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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-3097032890785034316.post-3931852898488457030</id><published>2009-01-16T11:49:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:07:06.121-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='português'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mp3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras / lyrics'/><title type='text'>SE FOR SEU</title><content type='html'>Não me dê tempo pra pensar&lt;br /&gt;nem dê uma chance pra escolher.&lt;br /&gt;Se for seu, se for eu não quero nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent"  type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://www.upload-mp3.com/files/63663_bazgf/seforseu.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3097032890785034316-3931852898488457030?l=excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/feeds/3931852898488457030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/01/apenas-uma-de-treze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/3931852898488457030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3097032890785034316/posts/default/3931852898488457030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excentricoeacidade.blogspot.com/2009/01/apenas-uma-de-treze.html' title='SE FOR SEU'/><author><name>Daniel Motta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16894948895121237121</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></feed>
