<?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-7134931956780012026</id><updated>2011-10-31T16:45:32.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se o tempo sempre tem razão...</title><subtitle type='html'>...que tudo sempre vai mudar.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-7666494597781424882</id><published>2011-10-31T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:45:33.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Time flies. Time waits for no man. Time heals all wounds. All any of us want is more time. Time to stand up. Time to grow up. Time to let go. Time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como é que a gente espera, pacientemente, pelo tempo quando somos extremamente imediatistas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-7666494597781424882?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7666494597781424882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=7666494597781424882' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7666494597781424882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7666494597781424882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-8635968731611952628</id><published>2011-10-31T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:37:16.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someone like you...</title><content type='html'>I heard that you're settled down&lt;br /&gt;That you found a girl and you're married now&lt;br /&gt;I heard that your dreams came true&lt;br /&gt;Guess she gave you things, I didn't give to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old friend&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so shy&lt;br /&gt;It ain't like you to hold back&lt;br /&gt;Or hide from the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it&lt;br /&gt;I hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded&lt;br /&gt;That for me, it isn't over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't forget me, I beg&lt;/span&gt;, I remember you said&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it lasts in love&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it hurts instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You'd know how the time flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Only yesterday was the time of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were born and raised in a summery haze&lt;br /&gt;Bound by the surprise of our glory days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares, no worries or cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Regrets and mistakes they're memories made&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known how bitter-sweet this would taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I'll find someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you, too&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me, I beg, I remembered you said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Adele)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico realmente surpresa com o que uma música me faz sentir... É que parece tanto que tem alguém lendo minha mente... Incrível!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-8635968731611952628?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8635968731611952628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=8635968731611952628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8635968731611952628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8635968731611952628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2011/10/someone-like-you.html' title='someone like you...'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-6583766380848800799</id><published>2011-10-29T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T02:24:20.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'So when the pain is all around&lt;br /&gt;I know how bad you may feel&lt;br /&gt;Keeping your feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;May be the best way to heal&lt;br /&gt;Then time will bring you the perspective of a better day&lt;br /&gt;Where things can be okay&lt;br /&gt;When life will deal another brand new hand of cards to play&lt;br /&gt;With nothing more to lose&lt;br /&gt;Life can be what you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping your dreams alive&lt;br /&gt;Will make the wishes come true&lt;br /&gt;Keeping your dreams alive&lt;br /&gt;Will bring the best yet in you&lt;br /&gt;All you need to find is your chance to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the truth about life is adjustable&lt;br /&gt;You can shape it the way that you want the world to see&lt;br /&gt;Just make it believable&lt;br /&gt;Anything that you want can be possible&lt;br /&gt;You must be all the changes you want your world to be&lt;br /&gt;Whatever plans you may have&lt;br /&gt;I know they're coming your way&lt;br /&gt;No one can take it away&lt;br /&gt;Your life begins today!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(John Kip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letra muito linda... desperta uma super vontade de viver! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-6583766380848800799?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/6583766380848800799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=6583766380848800799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/6583766380848800799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/6583766380848800799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-when-pain-is-all-around-i-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-2121328829316446286</id><published>2011-10-15T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:00:00.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>again?!</title><content type='html'>In my place, in my place&lt;br /&gt;Were lines that I couldn't change&lt;br /&gt;I was lost, I was lost, I was lost&lt;br /&gt;Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed&lt;br /&gt;I was lost&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how long must you wait for it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how long must you pay for it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how long must you wait for it?&lt;br /&gt;For it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared, I was scared&lt;br /&gt;Tired and underprepared&lt;br /&gt;But I waited for it&lt;br /&gt;If you go, if you go&lt;br /&gt;Then Leave me down here on my own&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll wait for you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how long must you wait for it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how long must you pay for it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how long must you wait for it?&lt;br /&gt;For it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing it please, please, please&lt;br /&gt;Come back and sing to me&lt;br /&gt;To me, me&lt;br /&gt;Come on and sing it out, now, now&lt;br /&gt;Come on and sing it out, to me, me&lt;br /&gt;Come back and sing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Coldplay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música que traduz demais o que eu tô sentindo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-2121328829316446286?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2121328829316446286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=2121328829316446286' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2121328829316446286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2121328829316446286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2011/10/again.html' title='again?!'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-7283244344551958364</id><published>2011-09-09T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:50:40.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-7283244344551958364?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7283244344551958364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=7283244344551958364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7283244344551958364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7283244344551958364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-you-know-who-you-are-and-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-7533499268043577865</id><published>2011-07-21T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T05:00:13.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Onde estiver, espero que esteja feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Encontre seu caminho!&lt;br /&gt;Guarde o que foi bom e jogue fora o que restou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem horas que não dá pra esconder no olhar,&lt;br /&gt;como as coisas mudam e ficam pra trás...&lt;br /&gt;O que era bom hoje não faz mais sentido.&lt;br /&gt;É, uma hora isso ia acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;a vida cobra e a gente tem que crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me pergunto se você pensa em mim como eu penso em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estiver, espero que esteja feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Encontre seu caminho!&lt;br /&gt;Guarde o que foi bom e jogue fora o que restou.&lt;br /&gt;Pois acredito nos meus sonhos;&lt;br /&gt;eu acredito na minha vida;&lt;br /&gt;e no meio dessa guerra&lt;br /&gt;nenhum de nós pode ganhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar, e não desistir.&lt;br /&gt;Cair e ficar de pé.&lt;br /&gt;Dar valor depois que passou&lt;br /&gt;é duvidar da sua fé!&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo a vida... Tem vários caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;E entre eles o destino improvisa,&lt;br /&gt;nos pequenos detalhes da vida a resposta está escondida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memórias e lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;Certezas e dúvidas.&lt;br /&gt;Nada parece mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E apesar de tudo, enquanto o tempo passa,&lt;br /&gt;ainda espero a sua resposta&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-7533499268043577865?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7533499268043577865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=7533499268043577865' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7533499268043577865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7533499268043577865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2011/07/onde-estiver-espero-que-esteja-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-2968922020050474128</id><published>2011-07-21T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T04:49:36.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resposta?!</title><content type='html'>Bem mais que o tempo que nós perdemos&lt;br /&gt;Ficou prá trás também o que nos juntou...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda lembro o que eu estava lendo&lt;br /&gt;Só prá saber o que você achou&lt;br /&gt;Dos versos que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;Ainda espero resposta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfaz o vento o que há por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Desse lugar que ninguém mais pisou.&lt;br /&gt;Você está vendo o que está acontecendo?&lt;br /&gt;Nesse caderno sei que ainda estão&lt;br /&gt;Os versos seus, tão meus, que peço&lt;br /&gt;Nos versos meus, tão seus, que esperem&lt;br /&gt;Que os aceite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em paz eu digo que eu sou&lt;br /&gt;O antigo do que vai adiante&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais eu fico onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro continuar distante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Skank)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-2968922020050474128?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2968922020050474128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=2968922020050474128' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2968922020050474128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2968922020050474128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2011/07/resposta.html' title='resposta?!'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-679518751646296947</id><published>2011-07-17T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:04:05.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"People are really romantic about the beginnings of things. Fresh start, clean slate, a world of possibility. But no matter what new adventure you're embarking on, you're still you. You bring you into every new beginning in life. So how different can it possibly be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all anybody wants, right? A clean slate, a new beginning. Like that's going to be any easier. Ask the guy pushing the boulder up the hill. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nothing's easy about starting over...&lt;/span&gt; Nothing at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Grey's Anatomy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-679518751646296947?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/679518751646296947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=679518751646296947' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/679518751646296947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/679518751646296947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2011/07/people-are-really-romantic-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-6719239540475346509</id><published>2011-07-16T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T19:01:04.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o final é um novo começo. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-6719239540475346509?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/6719239540475346509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=6719239540475346509' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/6719239540475346509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/6719239540475346509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-final-e-apenas-um-novo-comeco.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-3343010732087348124</id><published>2011-07-16T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T18:52:42.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem?</title><content type='html'>Quando aconteceu? Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Quando foi que eu deixei de te amar?&lt;br /&gt;Quando a luz do poste não acendeu&lt;br /&gt;Quando a sorte não mais soube ganhar&lt;br /&gt;Não..&lt;br /&gt;Foi ontem que eu disse não..&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem vai dizer tchau?&lt;br /&gt;Onde aconteceu? Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Onde foi que eu deixei de te amar?&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do quarto só estava eu&lt;br /&gt;Dormindo antes de você chegar..&lt;br /&gt;Mas não..&lt;br /&gt;Não foi ontem que eu disse não..&lt;br /&gt;Mais quem vai dizer tchau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente não percebe o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que se perde aos poucos sem virar carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Guardar lá dentro amor não impede,&lt;br /&gt;Que ele empedre mesmo crendo-se infinito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tornar o amor real é expulsá-lo de você,&lt;br /&gt;Pra que ele possa ser de alguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos se pudermos ser ainda&lt;br /&gt;Fomos donos do que hoje não há mais.&lt;br /&gt;Houve o que houve é o que escondem em vão,&lt;br /&gt;Os pensamentos que preferem calar,&lt;br /&gt;Se não, irá nos ferir um não -&lt;br /&gt;Mas que não quer dizer tchau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Nando Reis.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-3343010732087348124?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3343010732087348124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=3343010732087348124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3343010732087348124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3343010732087348124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2011/07/quem.html' title='Quem?'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-188674499980491927</id><published>2011-05-31T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T10:46:53.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Every day is so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, it's hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Now and then, I get insecure&lt;br /&gt;From all the pain, I'm so ashamed..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-188674499980491927?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/188674499980491927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=188674499980491927' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/188674499980491927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/188674499980491927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2011/05/every-day-is-so-wonderful-and-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-7481829648814519807</id><published>2011-05-03T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T18:03:48.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want you between me and this feeling get when I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;but everything here is telling me I should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;So why is it so, it bothers below that I'm missing you every time?&lt;br /&gt;I got used to you whispering things to me into the evening,&lt;br /&gt;we followed the sun, and it's colours, and left this world.&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that I'm definately hearing the best that I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;So throw me a rope, to hold me in place,&lt;br /&gt;show me a clock, for counting my days down.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is easier when you're beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Come back and find me, 'cause I feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever you go it's like holding my breath under water,&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I kinda like it when I do,&lt;br /&gt;but I got to be, unconditionally,&lt;br /&gt;unafraid of my days without you.&lt;br /&gt;So throw me a rope, to hold me in place,&lt;br /&gt;show me a clock, for counting my days down.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is easier when you're beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Come back and find me,&lt;br /&gt;whenever I'm falling you're always behind me,&lt;br /&gt;come back and find me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything is easier when you're beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Come back and find me, 'cause I feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(KT Tunstall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-7481829648814519807?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-467419420314888798</id><published>2011-05-02T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T07:22:31.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capítulo novo, por Nina Lessa</title><content type='html'>"Algumas pessoas mais, outras menos, mas a verdade é que todo mundo tem suas travas quando o assunto é começar um novo capítulo na própria vida. Entenda a expressão por um momento de fato diferente, deixando para trás todo o passado em relação a um assunto específico, e não mudança de frase, parágrafo e adjacência. Entenda que mudanças podem até começar por fora, de maneira física, mas ela só acontece, de fato, quando você parte pro lado de dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabar uma faculdade, se formar num curso ou finalizar um projeto não mudanças sem muita escolha, então a passagem de capítulo é meio que automática, e quando você percebe, virou passado. Mas sair de um emprego, de um relacionamento, de uma casa, cidade ou país; mudar de ares, de estilo de vida, começar uma dieta; tudo isso é mais complicado e demorado do que nossa força de vontade (ou coragem) para fazer. Ou então uma hora, as coisas falham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode sair do ambiente, mas e quando o ambiente não sai de dentro de você? Dói arrancar, mas é da raiz que se faz esse tipo de coisa, uma por uma: evitar o que lembra, distrações novas, viagem. Tudo que desviar o foco ajuda, e com o tempo (sim, é só com o tempo) que a dor da mudança vai indo junto com o passado que vem chegando. Os dias da semana passada vão virando tempos atrás e de repente, já virou foto no álbum do armário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo já precisou começar um novo capítulo, e certamente tem alguma (qualquer que seja) lembrança boa disso, mas o frio na barriga de trocar o certo (ainda é mesmo certo?) pelo duvidoso vence de longe essa batalha antiga. A psicologia parece infantil, e mesmo que seja, funciona como soprar o antigo Merthiolate que ardia: virar a página é difícil, mas poder começar de novo... Bom, não sei mais como é, tem tempo que não faço isso... Seria a hora?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a resposta? Quando vem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-467419420314888798?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/467419420314888798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=467419420314888798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/467419420314888798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/467419420314888798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2011/05/capitulo-novo-por-nina-lessa.html' title='Capítulo novo, por Nina Lessa'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-2144376706997973503</id><published>2011-05-01T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:54:26.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"it's awful to be grownup."</title><content type='html'>"Você sempre foi muito romântica nos seus relacionamentos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Tão engraçado ouvir isso. Não queria que fosse diferente. Eu não consigo aceitar que relacionamento é preto no branco, ainda que se eu olhar pelo lado racional faça sentido. Mas... durante essa conversa, em uma coisa ele tava certo: "Se a gente for esperar que todas as nossas expectativas sejam atendidas e que tudo aconteca do nosso jeito idealizado... minha filha, vai ser díficil e não vai dar certo. Esperar que alguém mude por você é imaturidade". E o que tem de novo nisso, né?! Mas ouvir certas frases dessa conversa foi tão importante. E tão triste... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.05.11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-2144376706997973503?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2144376706997973503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=2144376706997973503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2144376706997973503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2144376706997973503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-awful-to-be-grownup.html' title='&quot;it&apos;s awful to be grownup.&quot;'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-5602748443944145382</id><published>2011-04-09T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T09:43:09.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my song, literally.</title><content type='html'>Everything I do&lt;br /&gt;Surrounds these pieces of my life&lt;br /&gt;That often change&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;maybe I've changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes seeming happy&lt;br /&gt;Can be self-destructive&lt;br /&gt;Even when you're sane&lt;br /&gt;Or you're only insane&lt;br /&gt;But don't bother waking me today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm so young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I know I've been bitter,&lt;br /&gt;I've been jaded, I'm alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I bite my tongue&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew&lt;br /&gt;My mind was full of razors&lt;br /&gt;To cut you like a&lt;br /&gt;Word if only sung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is my song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It is my song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live everyday&lt;br /&gt;Like there'll never be a last one&lt;br /&gt;Till they're gone&lt;br /&gt;And they're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But I'm too proud to beg&lt;br /&gt;For your attention and your friendship&lt;br /&gt;And your time&lt;br /&gt;So you can come and get it from now on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Brandi Carllie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-3733742003795571299</id><published>2011-03-17T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:42:55.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Half of my heart's got the right mind to tell you that YOU can't keep loving ME with half of YOUR heart.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-3733742003795571299?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3733742003795571299/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-5310844784513588131</id><published>2011-02-01T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:30:47.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seems like heaven ain't far away...</title><content type='html'>Não teve, e nem vai ter, licão maior nessa viagem: nada é perfeito, mas tudo pode ser incrível AINDA ASSIM. Muitas coisas aqui não têm sido fáceis... convivência, aprendizado, cultura, adaptação... mas tudo é incrivelmente bom!&lt;br /&gt;Eu realmente tô considerando cada um que cruza meu caminho como professor. E, guess what?!, me descubro como professora também. Ensinando coisas que eu nem sabia que sabia, apenas sendo quem eu sou e deixando isso transparecer! O melhor é ver o sentimento de gratidão das pessoas, pessoas que nem sabem se comunicar direito nessa língua, mas tentam e conseguem me deixar FELIZ! &lt;br /&gt;Realizei demais... quero parar de procurar a perfeição. O que a gente precisa é ver além... e seguir sendo o que somos. Sempre. Melhor solução. MELHOR SENSAÇÃO. EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February, 1st. 2011.&lt;br /&gt;University Bookstore, University WAY&lt;br /&gt;Seattle, WA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-5310844784513588131?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5310844784513588131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=5310844784513588131' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5310844784513588131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5310844784513588131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2011/02/seems-like-heaven-aint-far-away.html' title='seems like heaven ain&apos;t far away...'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-4161746169232456169</id><published>2011-01-29T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T20:40:40.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no other way...</title><content type='html'>When your mind is a mess, so is mine&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause it hurts when I think&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts aren't at peace&lt;br /&gt;With the plans that we make, chances we take&lt;br /&gt;They're not yours and not mine&lt;br /&gt;There's waves that can break&lt;br /&gt;All the words that we said and the words that we mean&lt;br /&gt;Words can fall short, can't see the unseen&lt;br /&gt;Cause the world is awake, for somebody's sake,&lt;br /&gt;Now, please close your eyes, woman&lt;br /&gt;Please get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know that if I knew,&lt;br /&gt;knew all the answers I would not hold them from you'd&lt;br /&gt;Know all of the things that i'd know&lt;br /&gt;We told each other&lt;br /&gt;There is no other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, too much silence can be misleading&lt;br /&gt;You're drifting I can hear it in the way that your breathing&lt;br /&gt;We don't really need to find reason&lt;br /&gt;Cause out the same door that it came well it's leaving, it's leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving like a day that's done and part of a season&lt;br /&gt;Resolve is just a concept that's as dead as the leaves&lt;br /&gt;But at least we can sleep, it's all that we need&lt;br /&gt;When we wake we will find&lt;br /&gt;Our minds will be free to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;- Jack Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só esse lugar mesmo, pra me deixar tão em paz quando eu tenho tanta coisa pra pensar... pra ponderar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAN/2011 - Sammamish, WA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-4161746169232456169?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/4161746169232456169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=4161746169232456169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/4161746169232456169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/4161746169232456169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-other-way.html' title='no other way...'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-1223342261429123446</id><published>2010-12-05T16:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T16:53:43.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'I'M A NEW SOUL&lt;br /&gt;I came to this strange world&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-1223342261429123446?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1223342261429123446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=1223342261429123446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/1223342261429123446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/1223342261429123446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-new-soul-i-came-to-this-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-3342156570462302633</id><published>2010-11-04T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T04:41:11.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Well my heart, it doesn't beat, it doesn't beat the way it used to&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes, they don't see you no more&lt;br /&gt;And my lips, they don't kiss, they don't kiss the way they used to&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes don't recognize you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the killers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-3342156570462302633?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3342156570462302633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=3342156570462302633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3342156570462302633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3342156570462302633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-my-heart-it-doesnt-beat-it-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-6639191535536122585</id><published>2010-09-29T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T05:45:37.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Ver e sentir as coisas como elas são: passageiras."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-6639191535536122585?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/6639191535536122585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-9092173620327589410</id><published>2010-09-27T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T17:58:25.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... after.</title><content type='html'>Sit down, give me your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you the future&lt;br /&gt;I see you, living happily&lt;br /&gt;With somebody who really suits ya&lt;br /&gt;Someone like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand still&lt;br /&gt;Breath in&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's aching&lt;br /&gt;Keeping it all in&lt;br /&gt;Somebody won't let go&lt;br /&gt;Of his heart but the truth is&lt;br /&gt;It's painless&lt;br /&gt;Letting your love show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break down. Give me some time&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the fear to confuse ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right now, it's so wrong&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it's all in the future with&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Skye)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-9092173620327589410?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/9092173620327589410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=9092173620327589410' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/9092173620327589410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/9092173620327589410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/09/after.html' title='... after.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-846775114873563599</id><published>2010-09-25T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T23:54:37.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm born again.</title><content type='html'>"Toda célula do corpo humano se regenera. Em média, a cada 7 anos. Como cobras. Da nossa maneira nós mudamos de pele. Biologicamente, somos novas pessoas. Podemos parecer as mesmas. Provavelmente somos. A mudança não é visível. Pelo menos, não para a maioria. Mas todos mudamos. Completamente. Para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Quando dizemos coisas como "as pessoas não mudam", deixamos os cientistas loucos. Porque a mudança é literalmente a única constante da ciência. Energia, matéria, estão sempre mudando. Transformando-se, fundindo-se, crescendo, morrendo... O modo como as pessoas tentam não mudar é que não é natural. Como queremos que as coisas voltem, em vez de as aceitarmos. Como nos prendemos a velhas memórias ao invés de criarmos novas. O modo como insistimos em acreditar, apesar de todas as provas contrárias, de que algo nessa vida é permanente. A mudança é constante. Como experimentamos a mudança... depende de nós. Pode parecer a morte, ou uma segunda chance. Se relaxarmos os dedos, nos desapegar, irmos em frente, pode ser adrenalina pura. Como se a qualquer momento tivéssemos outra chance de viver. Como se a qualquer momento pudéssemos nascer de novo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso foi tudo o que esse ano quis me mostrar. Apenas isso. E eu demorei tanto pra entender. Agora tá aí, traduzido em palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Vou dormir feliz. Beijos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-846775114873563599?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/846775114873563599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=846775114873563599' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/846775114873563599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/846775114873563599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-born-again.html' title='I&apos;m born again.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-1350297568474786236</id><published>2010-09-17T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T07:35:04.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Não creio ser um homem que saiba. Tenho sido um homem que busca, mas já agora não busco mais nas estrelas e nos livros: começo a ouvir os ensinamentos que meu sangue murmura em mim. Não é agradável a minha história, não é suave e harmoniosa como as histórias inventadas; sabe a insensatez e a confusão, a loucura e o sonho, como a vida de todos os homens que já não querem mentir a si mesmo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hermann Hesse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-1350297568474786236?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1350297568474786236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=1350297568474786236' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/1350297568474786236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/1350297568474786236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/09/nao-creio-ser-um-homem-que-saiba.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-3305632678197416961</id><published>2010-08-03T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:30:07.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As coisas tangíveis&lt;br /&gt;tornam-se insensíveis&lt;br /&gt;à palma da mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas as coisas findas&lt;br /&gt;muito mais que lindas,&lt;br /&gt;essas ficarão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-3305632678197416961?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3305632678197416961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=3305632678197416961' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3305632678197416961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3305632678197416961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-coisas-tangiveis-tornam-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-7989484114090119653</id><published>2010-06-13T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T08:32:29.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>em caso de dor ponha gelo&lt;br /&gt;mude o corte de cabelo&lt;br /&gt;mude como modelo&lt;br /&gt;vá ao cinema dê um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;ainda que amarelo&lt;br /&gt;esqueça seu cotovelo &lt;br /&gt;se amargo foi já ter sido&lt;br /&gt;troque já esse vestido&lt;br /&gt;troque o padrão do tecido&lt;br /&gt;saia do sério deixe os critérios&lt;br /&gt;siga todos os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;faça fazer sentido&lt;br /&gt;a cada mil lágrimas sai um milagre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(alice ruiz )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-7989484114090119653?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7989484114090119653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=7989484114090119653' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7989484114090119653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7989484114090119653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/06/em-caso-de-dor-ponha-gelo-mude-o-corte.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-3258703088033949848</id><published>2010-05-30T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:53:32.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"ESTAR PERTO NÃO É FÍSICO..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-3258703088033949848?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3258703088033949848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=3258703088033949848' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3258703088033949848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3258703088033949848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/05/estar-perto-nao-e-fisico.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-6451345834782669277</id><published>2010-05-30T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:43:34.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me wrap myself around you&lt;br /&gt;Let you show me how I see&lt;br /&gt;And when you come back in from nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;do you ever think of me?&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is not able,&lt;br /&gt;let me show you how much I care&lt;br /&gt;I need those eyes to tide me over&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take your picture when I go&lt;br /&gt;Gives me strength and gives me patience,&lt;br /&gt;but I’ll never let you know&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing on you baby,&lt;br /&gt;but I always said I’d try&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you how much I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The Killers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-6451345834782669277?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/6451345834782669277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=6451345834782669277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/6451345834782669277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/6451345834782669277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-me-wrap-myself-around-you-let-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-8569799815755284050</id><published>2010-05-27T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:13:29.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"É por isso que eu não consigo escrever. Fico tão ocupada me perguntando quem eu penso que sou, que não sobra tempo para ser coisa alguma. Estou sempre tão obcecada pela perfeição - em mim, no meu trabalho, nos meus relacionamentos - que a vida se torna inatingível. E é muito mais fácil editar e excluir o imperfeito do que aceitar que as coisas nem sempre - ou quase nunca - acontecem como se havia imaginado. Então eu olho para aquelas páginas do primeiro capítulo e é impossível não me enxergar ali, toda retalhada, corrigida, trocada por sinônimos. Eu sou o primeiro capítulo de uma história que nunca se desenvolve porque eu mesma não permito. Fico com tanto medo de errar, de não agradar, de acabar me decepcionando, que sequer saio do lugar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Natalia Klein)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina, que texto bom! Me identifiquei em cada linha. Tá aí o link:&lt;br /&gt;http://adoravelpsicose.blogspot.com/2010/05/editors-block.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-8569799815755284050?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8569799815755284050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=8569799815755284050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8569799815755284050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8569799815755284050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-por-isso-que-eu-nao-consigo-escrever.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-3987031753326487359</id><published>2010-05-16T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:05:55.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A gente acha que só vai ser feliz de verdade quando encontrarmos numa situação a primeiridade eterna. Quando o começo das coisas, dos relacionamentos, aqueles momentos incríveis, forem pra sempre. Perdurarem. Só assim que se pode ser feliz. Que burrice! 'Até que a ficha cai, sempre esteve lá... não nos nossos sonhos e esperanças, mas no conhecido, o confortável, o familiar.'. Eu tenho que parar de querer ser feliz, de ficar nessa expectativa. E apenas ser. Apenas sentir. E amar tudo o que eu tenho agora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, Grey's Anatomy!&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9KiUvNWIno&amp;feature=related - tá em espanhol a legenda, mas tá valendo!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-3987031753326487359?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3987031753326487359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=3987031753326487359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3987031753326487359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3987031753326487359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/05/gente-acha-que-so-vai-ser-feliz-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-7988851004377394247</id><published>2010-05-09T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:58:12.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"E ninguém é eu, e ninguém é você. Esta é a solidão." tão difícil de aceitar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-7988851004377394247?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7988851004377394247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=7988851004377394247' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7988851004377394247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7988851004377394247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-ninguem-e-eu-e-ninguem-e-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-614146543449895555</id><published>2010-05-09T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T17:05:52.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Você vive hoje uma vida que gostaria de viver por toda a eternidade?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nietzsche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-614146543449895555?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/614146543449895555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=614146543449895555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/614146543449895555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/614146543449895555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/05/voce-vive-hoje-uma-vida-que-gostaria-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-8097929454928767811</id><published>2010-01-17T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:45:40.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Supomos que as mudanças sérias das nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;ocorrem lentamente... com o passar do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é verdade. As coisas grandes acontecem&lt;br /&gt;num instante... As vezes, você nem sabe que&lt;br /&gt;algo mudou. Acha que você ainda é você, e que&lt;br /&gt;sua vida ainda é a sua vida, mas você acorda&lt;br /&gt;um dia e olha ao seu redor, e não reconhece nada.&lt;br /&gt;NOT ANYTHING AT ALL.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-8097929454928767811?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8097929454928767811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=8097929454928767811' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8097929454928767811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8097929454928767811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/01/supomos-que-as-mudancas-serias-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-3797924963292967046</id><published>2010-01-11T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:25:35.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Eu quis tanto ser a tua paz, quis tanto que você fosse o meu encontro. Quis tanto dar, tanto receber. Quis precisar, sem exigências. E sem solicitações, aceitar o que me era dado. Sem ir além, compreende? Não queria pedir mais do que você tinha, assim como eu não daria mais do que dispunha, por limitação humana. Mas o que tinha, era seu. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adivinha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(caio fernando de abreu&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-3797924963292967046?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3797924963292967046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=3797924963292967046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3797924963292967046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3797924963292967046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-quis-tanto-ser-tua-paz-quis-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-1790424040980694190</id><published>2010-01-10T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:19:31.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'é preciso que você venha nesse exato momento. abandone os antes. chame do que quiser. mas venha. quero dividir meus erros, loucuras, beijos, chocolates… apague minhas interrogações. por que estamos tão perto e tão longe? quero acabar com as leis da física, dois corpos ocuparem o mesmo lugar. não nego. tenho um grande medo de ser sozinha. não sou pedaço. mas não me basto.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(caio fernando de abreu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-1790424040980694190?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1790424040980694190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=1790424040980694190' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/1790424040980694190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/1790424040980694190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-preciso-que-voce-venha-nesse-exato.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-2766966270465944713</id><published>2010-01-05T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:08:40.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alice.</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu e minha mãe estávamos conversando sobre &lt;br /&gt;se ela tivesse tido outra filha... essa filha iria se chamar Alice. &lt;br /&gt;E daí eu me lembrei que &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alice no País das Maravilhas&lt;/span&gt; sempre foi o meu filme-desenho preferido! &lt;br /&gt;Então eu começei a pesquisar sobre o livro - acreditem, &lt;br /&gt;nunca li - pra comprar e pra ler sobre o livro tmb :)&lt;br /&gt;Achei um texto irado, recortei umas partes e botei aqui. &lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, não sei quem foi o autor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A dor também tem o seu feitiço, e este se vira contra o enfeitiçado. Conclusão: a própria dor deve ter a sua medida. É feio, é imodesto, é vão, é perigoso ultrapassar a fronteira de nossa dor. Nunca devemos perder o bom - humor. Prepara-te para a visita do monstro e não te desesperes ao triste pensamento de Alice: "Devo estar diminuindo de novo". Em algum lugar há cogumelos que nos fazem crescer novamente. Não te espantes quando o mundo amanhecer irreconhecível. Para melhor ou pior, isso acontece muitas vezes por ano. "Quem sou eu no mundo?". Essa indagação perplexa é lugar-comum de cada história de gente. Quantas vezes mais decifrares essa charada, mais forte ficarás. &lt;br /&gt;Somos todos tão bobos. Praticamos uma ação trivial, e temos a presunção petulante de esperar dela grandes conseqüências. A gente vive errando em relação ao próximo e o jeito é pedir desculpas sete vezes por dia: "Oh, I beg your pardon". Pois viver é falar de corda em casa de enforcado. Por isso te digo, para tua sabedoria de bolso: se gostas de gato, experimenta o ponto de vista do rato. Foi o que o rato perguntou à Alice: "Gostarias de gato se fosses eu?"."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sobre o livro &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alice no País das Maravilhas&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-2766966270465944713?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2766966270465944713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=2766966270465944713' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2766966270465944713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2766966270465944713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/01/alice.html' title='alice.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-3426298861964853486</id><published>2009-12-28T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:10:10.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'lights will guide you home....'</title><content type='html'>- O que é que houve, meu amor, você cortou os seus cabelos?&lt;br /&gt;- Foi a tesoura do desejo, desejo mesmo de mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Alceu Valença)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agooora siiiim... feliz ano novo! :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-3426298861964853486?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3426298861964853486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=3426298861964853486' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3426298861964853486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3426298861964853486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-que-e-que-houve-meu-amor-voce-cortou.html' title='&apos;lights will guide you home....&apos;'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-2134548377249750393</id><published>2009-12-15T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:13:02.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>e, pra terminar, all i want...</title><content type='html'>I am on a lonely road and I am traveling&lt;br /&gt;traveling, traveling, traveling&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something, what can it be?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I hate you some, I hate you some&lt;br /&gt;I love you some&lt;br /&gt;I love you when I forget about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I want to be strong, I want to laugh along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to belong to the living&lt;br /&gt;Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive&lt;br /&gt;I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive&lt;br /&gt;Do you want - do you want - do you want&lt;br /&gt;to dance with me baby?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to take a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and maybe find some sweet romance with me baby,&lt;br /&gt;Well come on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All I really really want our love to do&lt;br /&gt;is to bring out the best in me and in you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really really want our love to do&lt;br /&gt;is to bring out the best in me and in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you&lt;br /&gt;I want to renew you again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applause, applause- Life is our cause&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you kisses&lt;br /&gt;my mind see-saws&lt;br /&gt;Do you see - do you see - do you see&lt;br /&gt;how you hurt me baby?&lt;br /&gt;So I hurt you too&lt;br /&gt;then we both get so blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a lonely road and I am traveling&lt;br /&gt;looking for the key to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Oh the jealousy, the greed it is unraveling&lt;br /&gt;it's the unraveling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and it undoes all the joy the could be&lt;br /&gt;I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one that you want to see&lt;br /&gt;I want to knit you a sweater&lt;br /&gt;I want to write you a love letter&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel free&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm,&lt;br /&gt;Want to make you feel free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I want to make you feel free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Joni Mitchell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) até a próxima eu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-2134548377249750393?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2134548377249750393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=2134548377249750393' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2134548377249750393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2134548377249750393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-pra-terminar-all-i-want.html' title='e, pra terminar, all i want...'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-62008218589991548</id><published>2009-12-14T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:36:18.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SyZle4lD0OI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8Z3sbak8pKs/s1600-h/1231176913327_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SyZle4lD0OI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8Z3sbak8pKs/s200/1231176913327_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415127183217905890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano passado eu li essa tirinha da mafalda. em 2008, eu terminei o ano realmente agradecida. por tudo. mais tudo mesmo. esse ano foi tipo... estagnação. sabe quando você para? simplesmente para de crescer? enfim, é uma pena não terminar esse ano tão agradecida quanto o anterior. só posso desejar que eu nunca mais me permita terminar um ano desse jeito, sem evoluir. o que fica do que vai é o que importa. muita coisa ficou, muitas pessoas melhor dizendo. :) e assim como eu disse no começo desse ano: todo minímo esforço pra tentar ser melhor vale a pena. e agora sim a tirinha faz sentido: eu não quero que o ano que vem seja melhor, EU quero ser melhor. essa sensação que a gente tem... de que o final do ano é como uma chance, um recomeço ajuda muito e, agora, eu posso começar o ano que está por vir disposta a recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero agradecer as pessoas que sabem que eu as amo.&lt;br /&gt;e algumas outras que podem não saber ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-62008218589991548?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/62008218589991548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=62008218589991548' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/62008218589991548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/62008218589991548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SyZle4lD0OI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8Z3sbak8pKs/s72-c/1231176913327_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-7645387300467680658</id><published>2009-12-14T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:02:33.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tão cansada de ser quem eu me tornei.&lt;br /&gt;tão cansade das minhas palavras e das coisas que&lt;br /&gt;eu acredito ficarem só aí mesmo. na teoria.&lt;br /&gt;tão cansada das somas das minhas atitudes serem&lt;br /&gt;negativas, sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preciso muito de ch-ch-ch-change agora.&lt;br /&gt;não mais time may... quero tudo e quero agora!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-7645387300467680658?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7645387300467680658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=7645387300467680658' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7645387300467680658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7645387300467680658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/12/tao-cansada-de-ser-quem-eu-me-tornei.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-1023800440432957547</id><published>2009-11-04T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:57:16.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do blog ADORÁVEL PSICOSE;</title><content type='html'>Não faço análise. Até a presente data, nenhum terapeuta foi capaz de me segurar. Sou uma garota difícil. &lt;br /&gt;Em compensação, escrevo este blog. Aqui, conto com terapeutas anônimos, de todas as partes e que seguem diferentes linhas psicanalíticas. É por isso que eu deixo aí embaixo um link chamado "Diagnósticos". É a minha forma de descobrir o que os outros psicóticos pensam das minhas psicoses.&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem. Outro dia tive um daqueles primeiros encontros bem típicos. Cinema e pizza. Seria ótimo, não fosse pela dor de cabeça sobre-humana que se apossou de mim durante o filme, feito um belzebu dos infernos. &lt;br /&gt;Na saída, apesar daquela dor horrível praticamente sussurrar no meu ouvido: "se mata, se mata, dá um tiro na sua testa agora", eu aceitei ir comer pizza. Cheguei a mencionar que estava sentindo um leve incômodo na cabeça e procurei alguma farmácia nas proximidades. Não encontrei. &lt;br /&gt;Depois de comer, creio que acabei alimentando a entidade monstruosa que habitava meu cérebro, porque a dor foi se tornando cada vez mais forte, até chegar no limite do insuportável. A ponto de eu não conseguir mais desenvolver nenhum raciocínio. Eu só olhava fixamente para aquela faca repousada sobre a mesa e pensava: "E se eu fizer furos na minha cabeça, será que ela vai embora?". &lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ser honesta, queria dizer a ele exatamente o que eu estava sentindo naquele momento, que era algo bem parecido com "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!". Mas não podia. Eu tinha disfarçado por muito tempo, não dava para voltar atrás. Ia parecer que eu tinha inventado uma dor de cabeça do nada. E logo dor de cabeça, a desculpa mais clichê que existe. Não. Eu tinha que levar aquilo até o fim. &lt;br /&gt;Voltando para casa, não havia mais como disfarçar. Eu estava começando a ficar autista. Então ele perguntou: "Você está com muita dor, né?". Eu só fiz que sim, com uma cara de tacho, de criança pega fazendo besteira. E eu tinha mesmo feito besteira.&lt;br /&gt;O caso da dor de cabeça foi um exemplo simbólico, claro e inegável de que eu realmente preciso rever meu modus operandi. Eu sempre faço isso. Sempre escondo o que estou sentindo e me convenço de que está tudo bem, esperando que as coisas melhorem. Mas as coisas não vão melhorar sozinhas, do nada. &lt;br /&gt;Para sua dor de cabeça passar, assim como qualquer outra coisa chata na vida, você precisa tomar uma atitude. E a primeira delas é admitir que algo está incomodando. As pessoas não são adivinhas. Quanto mais você se esforça para mostrar que está tudo bem, mais longe você fica de encontrar o remédio. &lt;br /&gt;Nunca nenhum terapeuta conseguiu colocar essa questão de maneira tão evidente. Tô achando que o blog é mais jogo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natalia Klein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://adoravelpsicose.blogspot.com/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu li o texto nesse blog iradíssimo hoje e o post me pôs a pensar (como se pra isso fosse preciso muito, né? Enfim...). Eu concordo e discordo. É possível, sim. :D Sou muito a favor do 'say what you need to say', porém isso uma faca de dois gumes (é assim que se escreve?). Quando a gente pensa em falar tudo o que pensa, o que acha, o que sente, na maioria das vezes não é apenas para eliminar aquela sensação de peso na consciência, nem falar só por falar, nem muito menos se colar colou; a gente deseja mais: queremos compreensão, aceitação e que, a partir daquele momento, tudo ocorra de acordo com o que foi dito nessa conversa unilateral. E é exatamente por isso que devemos SIM peneirar o que falamos. Palavras edificam, mas também destroem. E nem todo mundo, mas nem todo mundo MEEEESMO, pensa e age da mesma maneira. Como cobrar isso de alguém? Dizer o que incomoda, falar dos seus medos, das suas expectativas sem receio é uma atitude e tanto. No entanto, não espere mesmo nada mais do que um: 'certo, eu entendi, essa é você!'. Se vier mais do que isso, jóia. Se não, sinta-se orgulhosa (ou orgulhoso, né?) por ter coragem de dizer o que pensa, o que sente sem esquecer que 'cada um é um universo', já dizia Raul. Aprender a lidar com as coisas que não podem ser exatamente do jeito que queremos é um hábito dificílimo. Talvez se você pensar que ninguém está aqui para satisfazer suas necessidades pessoais, fique um pouquinho mais entendível.&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/7134931956780012026-1023800440432957547?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1023800440432957547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=1023800440432957547' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/1023800440432957547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/1023800440432957547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-blog-adoravel-psicose.html' title='do blog ADORÁVEL PSICOSE;'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-5034822855968528390</id><published>2009-10-21T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:03:41.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Let's put it this way, not only would I switch them but also promote an extensive change for the better."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-5034822855968528390?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-8344415136278534066</id><published>2009-10-01T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:50:07.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfeeeeita simetria.</title><content type='html'>E fazer você voltar&lt;br /&gt;Ao tempo em que nada&lt;br /&gt;Nos dividia&lt;br /&gt;Havia motivo pra tudo&lt;br /&gt;E tudo era motivo pra mais&lt;br /&gt;Era perfeita simetria&lt;br /&gt;Éramos duas metades iguais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu maior defeito&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja a perfeição&lt;br /&gt;Tuas virtudes&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não tenham solução&lt;br /&gt;Então pegue o telefone&lt;br /&gt;Ou um avião&lt;br /&gt;Deixe de lado&lt;br /&gt;Os compromissos marcados&lt;br /&gt;Perdoa o que puder ser perdoado&lt;br /&gt;Esquece o que não tiver perdão&lt;br /&gt;E vamos voltar aquele lugar&lt;br /&gt;Vamos voltar...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt; Engenheiros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria o 'Pra você ;* 3'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-8344415136278534066?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8344415136278534066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=8344415136278534066' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8344415136278534066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8344415136278534066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfeeeeita-simetria.html' title='Perfeeeeita simetria.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-5995371280580753329</id><published>2009-09-29T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:16:58.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hill</title><content type='html'>Walking up the hill tonight &lt;br /&gt;And you have closed your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't have to make all those mistakes &lt;br /&gt;And be wise&lt;br /&gt;Please try to be patient and know that &lt;br /&gt;I'm still learning&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that you have to see the strength &lt;br /&gt;Inside me burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you my angel now? &lt;br /&gt;Don't you see me crying?&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you can't do it all &lt;br /&gt;But you can't say I'm not trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees in front of him &lt;br /&gt;But he doesn't seem to see me&lt;br /&gt;But all his troubles on his minds, &lt;br /&gt;He's looking right through me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm letting myself down&lt;br /&gt;Beside you this fire in you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that you could see I have my troubles too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you sleeping, &lt;br /&gt;I'm with the man I love&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here weeping while the hours pass so slow&lt;br /&gt;And I know that in the morning &lt;br /&gt;I'll have to let you go&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be just a man once I used to know&lt;br /&gt;And for these past few days someone I don't recognise&lt;br /&gt;This isn't all my fault&lt;br /&gt;When will you realise&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you leaving, &lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Marketa Irglova)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música linda... é o Pra você ;* 2. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-5995371280580753329?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5995371280580753329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=5995371280580753329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5995371280580753329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5995371280580753329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/09/hill.html' title='The hill'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-616646235658513234</id><published>2009-09-16T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:09:07.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra vc ;*</title><content type='html'>'Eu desenho um quadro dos dias passados,&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor ficou cego e você me fazia ver.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ficaria uma vida inteira em seus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;De forma que eu sabia que você estava lá para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Vez após vez, você estava lá para mim.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Nós tivemos nossa porção de momentos difíceis,&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse é o preço que pagamos.&lt;br /&gt;E através disso tudo nós mantivemos a promessa que fizemos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu juro que você nunca estará sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei com o som da chuva torrencial&lt;br /&gt;Que levou embora um sonho sobre você.&lt;br /&gt;Porém nada mais poderia te levar embora,&lt;br /&gt;Pois você sempre será meu sonho realizado.&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, eu amo você.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REMEMBER YOU – SKID ROW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-616646235658513234?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/616646235658513234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=616646235658513234' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/616646235658513234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/616646235658513234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/09/pra-vc.html' title='Pra vc ;*'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-9077430581777190773</id><published>2009-08-31T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:43:25.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Is this the place we used to love? &lt;br /&gt;Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh! Simple thing: where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So If you have a minute why don't we go &lt;br /&gt;Talking about that somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Keane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precisa dizer mais?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-9077430581777190773?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/9077430581777190773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=9077430581777190773' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/9077430581777190773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/9077430581777190773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-7782918324015040143</id><published>2009-07-19T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T06:37:20.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Still don't know what I was waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my time was running wild&lt;br /&gt;A million dead-end streets and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Every time I thought I'd got it made&lt;br /&gt;It seemed the taste was not so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned myself to face me&lt;br /&gt;But I've never caught a glimpse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Turn and face the strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch-ch-Changes&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be a richer man&lt;br /&gt;Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes&lt;br /&gt;Turn and face the strange&lt;br /&gt;Ch-ch-Changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just gonna have to be a different man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time may change me&lt;br /&gt;But I can't trace time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange fascination, fascinating me&lt;br /&gt;Ah Changes are taking the pace I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes&lt;br /&gt;(Turn and face the strange)&lt;br /&gt;Ch-ch-Changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes&lt;br /&gt;(Turn and face the strange)&lt;br /&gt;Ch-ch-Changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pretty soon now you're gonna get older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time may change me&lt;br /&gt;But I can't trace time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I said that time may change me&lt;br /&gt;But I can't trace time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(David Bowie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muito interessante como passa dia, passa mês, passa ano &lt;br /&gt;e essa música continua sendo um hino pra mim. e toda vez&lt;br /&gt;que eu ouço entendo mais e gosto mais. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-7782918324015040143?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7782918324015040143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=7782918324015040143' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7782918324015040143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Esta é a solidão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-5075763113721491745?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5075763113721491745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=5075763113721491745' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5075763113721491745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5075763113721491745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/06/normal-0-21-false-false-false-pt-br-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-8312882297269261742</id><published>2009-06-17T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:12:42.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>"The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora, vai saaaber...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-8312882297269261742?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-8609574461855234759</id><published>2009-05-30T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:42:24.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want to 'say'...</title><content type='html'>Take all of your wasted honor,&lt;br /&gt;Every little past frustration,&lt;br /&gt;Take all of your so called problems,&lt;br /&gt;Better put 'em in quotations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you need to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' like a one man army,&lt;br /&gt;Fightin' with the shadows in your head,&lt;br /&gt;Livin' up the same old moment,&lt;br /&gt;Knowin' you'd be better off instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear for givin' in,&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear for giving over.&lt;br /&gt;You better know that in the end&lt;br /&gt;It's better to say too much,&lt;br /&gt;Than never to say what you need to say again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if your hands are shaking,&lt;br /&gt;And your faith is broken,&lt;br /&gt;Even as the eyes are closin',&lt;br /&gt;Do it with a heart wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you need to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(john mayer - say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-8609574461855234759?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8609574461855234759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=8609574461855234759' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8609574461855234759'/><link rel='self' 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pior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem no alto ou bem no fundo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando você estiver tão apaixonada para deixá-lo ir.&lt;br /&gt;Se você nunca tentar, nunca vai saber.&lt;br /&gt;O quanto você vale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(coldplay - fix you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-3813153872760102685?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3813153872760102685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=3813153872760102685' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3813153872760102685'/><link rel='self' 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hands.&lt;br /&gt;And breathe, just breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(anna nalick.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-5968026594520809215?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5968026594520809215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=5968026594520809215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5968026594520809215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5968026594520809215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SgJFheylMVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Wu8pbyDlVdc/s200/05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332901350263304530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grey's anatomy é tudo de bom, poxaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;o que é que vai ser da minha vida agora já que eu vou ter que ficar esperando os episódios novos? :~&lt;/span&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/7134931956780012026-377927653230614977?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/377927653230614977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=377927653230614977' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/377927653230614977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/377927653230614977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/05/ficadica.html' title='ficadica;'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SgJFheylMVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Wu8pbyDlVdc/s72-c/05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-478074959595407749</id><published>2009-04-19T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:17:59.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabe, eu não sou lá muito boa em relacionamentos. Primeiro, porque as pessoas são muito diferentes umas das outras e, por isso, mesmo que eu tenha conhecido e aprendido a lidar com os mais diversos tipos de pessoas por ae, eu nunca saberia lidar com todas elas. Eu realizei que eu não sei mesmo lidar com as diferenças.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo, porque minha experiência com relacionamentos, do tipo namoro, é limitadíssima. Para mim, estes primeiros meses foram como jogar um jogo em que as regras só vão se desenrolando conforme você movimenta as peças. Por mais que a gente fale tanto que 'não é um jogo, não tem que ser', a metáfora combina perfeitamente. Não tem manual para ler antes; não tem ninguém para dar umas dicas. Não dá para saber qual a melhor estratégia antes de realmente usá-la. É lógico que o bom-senso prevalece: não pode manipular os dados, nem avançar casas, nem pular a vez do coleguinha. É como jogar no escuro.&lt;br /&gt;Como aprender a controlar minhas caras de desdém e indiferença? Como não mostrar o quanto eu sou frágil a todo momento? Como deixar de ser a rainha da reclamação? Como conquistar ele todos os dias?&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil. Às vezes me flagro usando um daqueles lemas dos Alcoólicos Anônimos: só preciso passar por este dia, só este dia. Porque é um esforço diário mudar um parâmetro que está com você há anos e que lhe fazia muito mal, sem você perceber.&lt;br /&gt;Eu podia terminar esse texto dizendo que tudo isso tem sido um tremendo pé no saco. Mas, apesar dos tropeços no percurso, é tudo formidavelmente incrível. Interessante, né?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-478074959595407749?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/478074959595407749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=478074959595407749' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/478074959595407749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/478074959595407749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/sabe-eu-nao-sou-la-muito-boa-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-8514736792739180789</id><published>2009-04-08T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:24:34.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“quanto mais aperta, tanto mais difícil arrancar”</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(zeca baleiro.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-8514736792739180789?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8514736792739180789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=8514736792739180789' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8514736792739180789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8514736792739180789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/quanto-mais-aperta-tanto-mais-dificil.html' title='“quanto mais aperta, tanto mais difícil arrancar”'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-8970723406573019565</id><published>2009-03-18T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:36:25.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'you gotta be....</title><content type='html'>You gotta be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;, you gotta be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt;, you gotta be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard, &lt;/span&gt;you gotta be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt;, you gotta be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;, you gotta be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;calm&lt;/span&gt;, you gotta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stay together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know, all i know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; will save the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-8970723406573019565?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8970723406573019565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=8970723406573019565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8970723406573019565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8970723406573019565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-gotta-be.html' title='&apos;you gotta be....'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-8876587429309534844</id><published>2009-02-27T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:45:34.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...all you need!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SailGQ9pdfI/AAAAAAAAAPM/v-vJsnKl7pQ/s1600-h/JOHN+LENNON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SailGQ9pdfI/AAAAAAAAAPM/v-vJsnKl7pQ/s200/JOHN+LENNON.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307673687907464690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fizeram a gente acreditar que amor mesmo, amor pra valer, só acontece uma vez, geralmente antes dos 30 anos. Não contaram pra nós que amor não é acionado, nem chega com hora marcada. Fizeram a gente acreditar que cada um de nós é a metade de uma laranja, e que a vida só ganha sentido quando encontramos a outra metade. Não contaram que já nascemos inteiros, que ninguém em nossa vida merece carregar nas costas a responsabilidade de completar o que nos falta: a gente cresce através da gente mesmo. Se estivermos em boa companhia, é só mais agradável. Fizeram a gente acreditar numa fórmula chamada "dois em um": duas pessoas pensando igual, agindo igual, que era isso que funcionava. Não nos contaram que isso tem nome: anulação. Que só sendo indivíduos com personalidade própria é que poderemos ter uma relação saudável. Fizeram a gente acreditar que casamento é obrigatório e que desejos fora de hora devem ser reprimidos. Fizeram a gente acreditar que os bonitos e magros são mais amados, que os que transam pouco são confiáveis, e que sempre haverá um chinelo velho para um pé torto. Só não disseram que existe muito mais cabeça torta do que pé torto. Fizeram a gente acreditar que só há uma fórmula de ser feliz, a mesma para todos, e os que escapam dela estão condenados à marginalidade. Não nos contaram que estas fórmulas dão errado, frustram as pessoas, são alienantes, e que podemos tentar outras alternativas. Ah, também não contaram que ninguém vai contar isso tudo pra gente. Cada um vai ter que descobrir sozinho. E aí, quando você estiver muito apaixonado por você mesmo, vai poder ser muito feliz e se apaixonar por alguém."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(John Lennon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-8876587429309534844?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8876587429309534844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=8876587429309534844' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8876587429309534844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8876587429309534844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-you-need.html' title='...all you need!'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SailGQ9pdfI/AAAAAAAAAPM/v-vJsnKl7pQ/s72-c/JOHN+LENNON.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-3461444439562061461</id><published>2009-02-26T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:11:23.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>significado;</title><content type='html'>'Atitude não é só agir fisicamente, tipo andar e dizer algo a alguém, fazer exercícios, etc. Falo na atitude consigo mesmo. Peneirar as crenças negativas requer paciência, estar aberto ao mundo: não fazer sempre o mesmo caminho, experimentar situações diferentes, estar acompanhado de bons amigos para troca de idéias de forma sinérgica e complementar. Minha humilde experiência de vida me mostra que o ser humano, no decorrer da vida tende à estagnação, ao comodismo - porém o senso de curiosidade e de insatisfação (para que estou aqui? para onde vou?) é uma mola propulsora para a mudança.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lendo isso assim parece tão fácil... dá até vontade de tentar mesmo... :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-3461444439562061461?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3461444439562061461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=3461444439562061461' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3461444439562061461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3461444439562061461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/02/significado.html' title='significado;'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-2337732646059018011</id><published>2009-02-26T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T08:31:34.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>So If you have a minute why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Talking about that somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Keane.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-2337732646059018011?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2337732646059018011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=2337732646059018011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2337732646059018011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2337732646059018011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_26.html' title='...'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-2875662101501483766</id><published>2009-02-17T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:10:03.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let there be love...</title><content type='html'>Come on, baby blue&lt;br /&gt;Shake up your tired eyes&lt;br /&gt;The world is waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreaming fill the empty sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if you don't let go it's going to pass you by.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Oasis.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-2875662101501483766?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2875662101501483766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=2875662101501483766' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2875662101501483766'/><link 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SYe_yAE7wvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-17WGR5O1m8/s1600-h/DSC01543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SYe_yAE7wvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-17WGR5O1m8/s200/DSC01543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298414352359736050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beauty queen of only eighteen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;she had some trouble with herself...&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/7134931956780012026-556569548178727939?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/556569548178727939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=556569548178727939' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/556569548178727939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/556569548178727939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SYe_yAE7wvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-17WGR5O1m8/s72-c/DSC01543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-8730247678593037056</id><published>2009-01-20T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:34:57.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reeeegras da vida;</title><content type='html'>Temos que ser 'casca grossa' para não sofrermos, nem nos importar com situaçõas pequenas, mas temos que ficar atentos para que essa pele dura seja uma fantasia - removível e utlizada apenas quando necessário. Não podemos deixar a máscara colar, senão, ao tentarmos tirá-la, já não lembraremos mais do nosso rosto real. O perigo mora aí. O négocio é saber lidar, é escolher como vamos encarar, pra onde vamos direcionar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ligou?! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-8730247678593037056?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8730247678593037056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=8730247678593037056' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8730247678593037056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8730247678593037056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/01/reeeegras-da-vida.html' title='Reeeegras da vida;'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-5047028679443672128</id><published>2009-01-19T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:42:09.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vííííício.</title><content type='html'>all this time they had me thinking&lt;br /&gt;love's a boat that's long been  sinking&lt;br /&gt;but you made the claim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that taking a chance is embracing the  change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count my blessings knowing you will take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there ain't  no lover like the one I've got&lt;br /&gt;ain't no lover like the one I've got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gotta give all my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'll be laughing, knowing I will take you home... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Brand New Star - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LITTLE&lt;/span&gt; Joy.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-5047028679443672128?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5047028679443672128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=5047028679443672128' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5047028679443672128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5047028679443672128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/01/vcio.html' title='vííííício.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-8432143996398632182</id><published>2009-01-18T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:39:39.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pequena?</title><content type='html'>Há alguns dias, Deus — ou isso que chamamos assim, tão descuidadamente, de Deus —, enviou-me certo presente ambíguo: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uma possibilidade de amor.&lt;/span&gt; Ou disso que chamamos, também com descuido e alguma pressa, de amor. E você sabe a que me refiro. [...] Por trás do que acontecia, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu redescobria magias sem susto algum.&lt;/span&gt; E de repente me sentia protegido, você sabe como: a vida toda,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; esses pedacinhos desconexos, se armavam de outro jeito, fazendo sentido.&lt;/span&gt; Nada de mal me aconteceria, tinha certeza, enquanto estivesse dentro do campo magnético daquela outra pessoa. Os olhos da outra pessoa me olhavam e me reconheciam como outra pessoa, [...] Era isso - aquela outra vida, inesperadamente misturada à minha, olhando a minha opaca vida com os mesmos olhos atentos com que eu a olhava: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uma pequena epifania.&lt;/span&gt; [...] Curvo a cabeça, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agradecido. &lt;/span&gt;E se estendo a mão, no meio da poeira de dentro de mim, posso tocar também em outra coisa. Essa pequena epifania. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Com corpo e face. &lt;/span&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas Epifanias - Caio Fernando de Abreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Publicado no jornal “O Estado de S. Paulo”, 22/04/1986)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-8432143996398632182?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8432143996398632182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=8432143996398632182' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8432143996398632182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8432143996398632182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/01/pequena.html' title='pequena?'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-6860876440118017353</id><published>2009-01-15T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:01:19.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you hold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SW-jepf2iGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SublVFthbCE/s1600-h/DSC02084+modified+JU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SW-jepf2iGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SublVFthbCE/s200/DSC02084+modified+JU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291627834114476130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...the seven keys to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my soul&lt;/span&gt;; darling, believe. you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;closer&lt;/span&gt; than anyone has ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(aqualung.)&lt;/span&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/7134931956780012026-6860876440118017353?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/6860876440118017353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=6860876440118017353' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/6860876440118017353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/6860876440118017353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-hold.html' title='you hold...'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SW-jepf2iGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SublVFthbCE/s72-c/DSC02084+modified+JU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-49100622719415574</id><published>2009-01-07T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:27:06.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>"Porque eu me imaginava mais forte. Porque eu fazia do amor um cálculo matemático errado: pensava que, somando as compreensões, eu amava. Não sabia que, somando as incompreensões, é que se ama verdadeiramente. Porque eu, só por ter tido carinho, pensei que amar é fácil. É porque eu não quis o amor solene, sem compreender que a solenidade ritualiza a incompreensão e a transforma em oferenda. E é também porque sempre fui de brigar muito, meu modo é brigando. É porque sempre tento chegar pelo meu modo. É porque ainda não sei ceder. (....)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai, ai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-49100622719415574?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/49100622719415574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=49100622719415574' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/49100622719415574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/49100622719415574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-2391167881432916643</id><published>2009-01-05T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:42:19.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feliz ano velho, também.</title><content type='html'>'e nunca esqueça que a única coisa que nós possuímos é nosso passado, foi ele que nos fez quem somos.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi lendo essa frase hoje que eu tive vontade de fazer um tipo de retrospectiva do ano passado. mas daí eu cheguei a conclusão de que é quase impossível... 2008 foi o ano mais diferente. de muitas alegrias. novidades. muita informação. novo ares. novas amizades. notas boas (ou seja, milagre!). muitas confusões. dúvidas. crescimento. percepções. novas amizades de novo. decepções, sobretudo em relação a falta de bondade das pessoas. redescobrerta de sentimentos. paixão. paz. mudanças. mas ainda falta tanto. tanta coisa por fazer, pra fazer. é por isso que eu gosto desse negócio de termina um ano, começa outro... traz essa sensação de que tudo é possível. essa esperança de ser melhor. e como diria a tirinha da Mafalda: eu não quero que o ano que venha seja melhor. EU quero ser melhor. não que eu não tenha aprendido, ou melhorado no ano que passou. pelo contrário, acho que foi o ano que eu mais aprendi, mais mudei (visivelmente e não tão visivelmente também), mais sofri e mais percebi o quanto é difícil viver, o quanto é difícil se esforçar pra não dar valor a coisas que não merecem, o quanto é difícil procurar por certezas sabendo que elas definitivamente não existem; o quanto é fácil gostar de pessoas que fazem questão da gente, questão de conhecer, interagir, saber; o quanto é fácil ser feliz quando não se está mais condicionado a não se permitir; o quanto é bom essa sensação de ter sentimentos lindos de novo; o quanto não custa nada ajudar os outros, dar valor as pessoas que se importam e precisam de você; e eu vejo que todo minímo esforço pra ser melhor vale a pena... essas coisinhas básicas, que todo mundo já sabe na teoria, mas que na prática são infinitamente mais interessante. Agora eu posso começar esse ano mais em paz... e com essa vontade de 'querer ser' seeempre.&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/7134931956780012026-2391167881432916643?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2391167881432916643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=2391167881432916643' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2391167881432916643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2391167881432916643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-ano-velho-tambm.html' title='feliz ano velho, também.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-3615333163621604862</id><published>2008-12-22T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:46:44.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>propulsão.</title><content type='html'>Uma hora voce cansa de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evitar&lt;/span&gt;, de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;criar barreiras&lt;/span&gt;, de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se proteger&lt;/span&gt;, de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evitar sentir&lt;/span&gt;, de&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ser forte.&lt;/span&gt; Cansa de ser o que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;era&lt;/span&gt; e agora &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é apenas o que é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-3615333163621604862?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3615333163621604862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=3615333163621604862' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3615333163621604862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3615333163621604862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/12/uma-hora-voce-cansa-de-evitar-de-criar.html' title='propulsão.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-40611923195702275</id><published>2008-12-14T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:46:29.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>"É tão difícil falar e dizer coisas que não podem ser ditas.&lt;br /&gt;É tão silencioso. (...) Tais momentos são meu segredo. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector, é lógico.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém de fora jamais vai saber o que ele transmite. Porque simplesmente É. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-40611923195702275?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/40611923195702275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=40611923195702275' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/40611923195702275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/40611923195702275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-947663512647135988</id><published>2008-11-18T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:32:50.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da necessidade de um banho...</title><content type='html'>...de sal grosso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque as bad trips tão grudadas em mim de um jeeeito. Eu heim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-947663512647135988?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/947663512647135988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=947663512647135988' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/947663512647135988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/947663512647135988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/11/da-necessidade-de-um-banho.html' title='Da necessidade de um banho...'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-5435849520439210108</id><published>2008-11-11T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:39:32.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267593419944724434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SRpATnj9h9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mtNMgjnH20/s200/DSC01505+azul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So maybe I've got a lot to learn &lt;div&gt;Or maybe I'm just hanging on my words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe it's not a big concern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if I raised my hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I understand why I'm better with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe there's not a lot to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I'm wrong doing things my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe things will be okay&lt;br /&gt;If I get it together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And do somethingclever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But make it better with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tell me where did I go wrong before you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you came along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it seems like I was lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You showed me how to do things right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm so glad that now you're mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me say it all again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe there's not a lot to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I'm just making myself confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I've got nothing to lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if I get out of line, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just tell me you're mine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how I'm better with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So use me, don't let me screw it up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe you and I need your touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a little spice of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could never be too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe you and I need you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make it better some how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make it better some how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Five August Times.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É ISSO, por mais incrível que pareça.. é essa música que traduz o momento. :)&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/7134931956780012026-5435849520439210108?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5435849520439210108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=5435849520439210108' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5435849520439210108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5435849520439210108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-maybe-ive-got-lot-to-learn-or-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SRpATnj9h9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/5mtNMgjnH20/s72-c/DSC01505+azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-8788046732602588692</id><published>2008-10-03T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:51:57.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dialética na Escola de Frankfurt.</title><content type='html'>Só esse super título dá um medo, né?! Caaalma, não vem por aí um texto chatíssimo sobre a Escola Frankfurt. É negativismo demais para vida de uma pessoa em plena sexta.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu simpatizei com a Sociologia. A matéria já não é das mais simples e, para completar, minha professora não ajuda muito, sabe? Mas não ajuda meeesmo. Enfim, estava eu aqui, numa sexta feira sem aula (minhas sextas são assim!), fazendo um trabalho de Sociologia Para a Comunicação. Lendo vários sites chatos, eu encontro um que não apenas tem o conteúdo para o meu trabalho, como também conteúdo para mim. E para todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;De repente, eu acho irado o jeito como as matérias que eu estudo se encaixam lindamente na vida! Quem lê isso aqui sempre vai perceber do que eu falo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do grego &lt;em&gt;dia&lt;/em&gt; (troca) e &lt;em&gt;lekticós&lt;/em&gt; (apto à palavra) o termo dialética tem a mesma raiz de diálogo: troca de palavras. Enquanto método e enquanto filosofia, "a dialética é a ciência das leis gerais do movimento, tanto no mundo externo quanto do pensamento humano", segundo Engels. Ela é a estrutura contraditória do real. Através dela compreendemos que as coisas estão sempre em relação recíproca, nada acontece por acaso, tanto nos fenômenos da natureza como nas relações entre os homens. Nada pode ser entendido isoladamente, fora da realidade à sua volta. Tudo e todos pertencem a uma "totalidade dialética", isto é, fazem parte de uma estrutura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Heráclito (544-484 AC) há esse conceito do "mundo dialético", da multiplicidade do real, das contradições que levam às mudanças, do novo que já começa a envelhecer ao nascer para dar lugar ao mais novo, dentro da dinâmica universal onde tudo muda, tudo se transforma o tempo todo. Heráclito reconhece, dialeticamente, que o ser é múltiplo por estar constituído de oposições internas. E dessa luta interna é que brota, incessantemente, o novo: novo homem, novas abordagens, novas idéias, novas realidades... num imenso e contínuo processo de expansão que envolve tanto o átomo como todo o universo cósmico. E isto é assim há 12 bilhões de anos, desde o big-bang, sabemos hoje." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Pedro Celso Campos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, isso é para complementar meus últimos dois posts! E, poxa, Heráclito sempre foi meu filósofo preferido.&lt;br /&gt;Assim começa minha sexta! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-8788046732602588692?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8788046732602588692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=8788046732602588692' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8788046732602588692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8788046732602588692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/10/dialtica-na-escola-de-frankfurt.html' title='A Dialética na Escola de Frankfurt.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-8674556690973647313</id><published>2008-09-21T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:08:53.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>A algum tempo atrás eu pensaria: 'safadeza, véi, galera que fala dos outros sem saber. eu heim!', hoje eu pensei: 'é, véi, o pior é que eu dei motivos! que merda, agora é fazer diferente!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, eu cresci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mas, ainda assim, não julguem as pessoas por uma atitude isolada. conselhinho do coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-8674556690973647313?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8674556690973647313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=8674556690973647313' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8674556690973647313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8674556690973647313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-5618565796710283915</id><published>2008-09-14T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:24:45.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos anseios maiores.</title><content type='html'>Incrível como o humor de uma pessoa pode mudar tanto e tão rapidamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No começo da semana, a bossa nova me fez perceber que sem a tristeza a gente não saberia o quão boa é a sensação de sentir-se alegre e leve. Logo, que bela é a tristeza! Ainda mais por que são nesses momentos sem fim que você super se conhece um pouco mais e quer mudar o mundo, começando por você, é claro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida, outra percepções...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza é um momento necessário. Mas perdurar nela, não. É, no mínimo, angustiante e, por mais absurdo que pareça, a gente se rende a tais momentinhos. De fato é infinitamente mais fácil ficar nesse estado de anestesia, do que fazer o possível e impossível para olhar as situações por outros ângulos, aprender que 'querer ser' é o que importa, que têm coisas que não merecem determinado valor e, daí, TENTAR, no sentido real da atitude, botar um sorriso no rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso recriar as tristezas; sempre aparecem novas ou, então, até mesmo as velhas voltam na cara de pau e tomam conta dos dias como elas já sabem fazer direitinho. Mas a felicidade, meu amigo, essa você tem de fazer acontecer! Só depende de você e, exatamente por isso, não é fácil de 'achar' (e olhe que tá bem pertinho!). Achas que ela vem de fora pra dentro como a tristeza algumas vezes? Aaaah, ela é mais esperta... Ela espera você se dar conta de que é preciso inovar, aperfeiçoar, encontrar motivos, praticar diariamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interessante é perceber que é isso, esse misto de sensações diárias, que nos move. É isso que nos leva adiante. Ou melhor, é como você lida com isso que lhe leva adiante. O jeito que se encara a vida com suas oscilações, o dinamismo, o movimento, a vontade, a insatisfação... É só isso que vale mesmo, é só isso que faz crescer. E os resultados das buscas e conquistas já nem importam mais. Na maoiria da vezes, depois de adiquiridos, eles perdem o valor mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como foi descrito sensivelmente pelo filme Poder além da vida, é a jornada, e não o destino, que te traz a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim acaba minha semana.&lt;br /&gt;Na produtividade incomum desses altos e baixos!&lt;br /&gt;E, de repente, ser inscontante é meu forte; é o que me faz viva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Texto no estilo auto ajuda! Haha, mas tudo isso é mais para eu mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me convencer e fazer acontecer do que pra qualquer outra coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, pra quê se lamentar com o outro lado da moeda? Confie aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nas suas decisões, Juliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a tristeza é uma maneira&lt;br /&gt;Da gente se salvar depois.&lt;br /&gt;- cazuza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-5618565796710283915?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5618565796710283915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=5618565796710283915' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5618565796710283915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5618565796710283915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/09/dos-anseios-maiores.html' title='Dos anseios maiores.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-2925288913324175030</id><published>2008-09-11T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:15:08.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the real world...</title><content type='html'>e se a realidade for outra?&lt;br /&gt;e se houver uma verdade além de tudo o que&lt;br /&gt;a gente pode ver ou sentir?&lt;br /&gt;e se realmente houver algo errado com tudo?&lt;br /&gt;e se tudo isso for um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é por isso que eu não gosto de aulas de filosofia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tá, mentira. eu adoro. se ao invés de perguntas tivessem apenas&lt;br /&gt;respostas, eu iria odiar. eu me conheço.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-2925288913324175030?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2925288913324175030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=2925288913324175030' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2925288913324175030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2925288913324175030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-to-real-world.html' title='welcome to the real world...'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-654445811682327589</id><published>2008-09-08T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:28:13.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da necessidade de expressar...</title><content type='html'>tem dias que a gente se sente&lt;br /&gt;como quem partiu ou morreu!&lt;br /&gt;a gente estancou de repente&lt;br /&gt;ou foi o mundo então que cresceu?&lt;br /&gt;a gente quer ter voz ativa&lt;br /&gt;no nosso destino mandar&lt;br /&gt;mas eis que chega a roda-viva&lt;br /&gt;a carrega o destino pra lá.&lt;br /&gt;roda mundo, roda-gigante&lt;br /&gt;roda-moinho, roda pião&lt;br /&gt;o tempo rodou num instante&lt;br /&gt;nas voltas do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chico buarque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(peguei a mania 'da necessidade...', haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-654445811682327589?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/654445811682327589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=654445811682327589' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/654445811682327589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/654445811682327589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/09/de-necessidade-de-expressar.html' title='Da necessidade de expressar...'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-4615581475381415224</id><published>2008-08-28T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:47:37.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da necessidade de remoer...</title><content type='html'>Uma vez eu descrevi, nesse singelo blog, como é ruim confiar em pessoas que eu mal conheco. A vida vai seguindo... E eu descubro uma sensação ainda pior. É muiiiito mais frustante a impressão de que sou uma super idiota nessa vida por ter passado tanto tempo confiando numa pessoa e, de repente, descobrir que a tal é ruim, muito ruim, comigo. Naquele ponto que não merece nem essas letrinhas mal escritas aqui, nem sequer a minha idéia de aqui expressar esse... isso que sinto. Amiga? Faz-me rir, né?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me assusto de verdade com as atitudes que você toma. Com muita coisa que vem de você. E eu consigo sobreviver a todas elas. Sem aparentes traumas. Mas o que mais me assusta é saber que as pessoas ouvem o que você diz. Em contra ponto, me deixa feliz saber que tem gente que te vê como eu te vejo agora; que você vai perder muiiito nessa vida ainda por ter esse desvio grande de caráter; que as pessoas que realmente importam vão ouvir as idiotices que falas e vão saber não dá importância ou, no máximo, decidir se vão se abalar e o quanto. Afinal de contas, o que os outros vivenciam no dia-a-dia, conta bem mais do que fofocas levianas. Sacas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Juliana dos Anjos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-4615581475381415224?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/4615581475381415224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=4615581475381415224' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/4615581475381415224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/4615581475381415224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/08/uma-vez-eu-escrevi-nesse-singelo-blog.html' title='Da necessidade de remoer...'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-5064459978886294043</id><published>2008-08-28T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T06:25:31.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(L)os Hermanos!</title><content type='html'>Deixo tudo assim&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo em ver a idade em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Ouço o que convém.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto é do gasto.&lt;br /&gt;Sei do incômodo e ela tem razão&lt;br /&gt;Quando vem dizer que eu preciso sim&lt;br /&gt;De todo o cuidado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se eu fosse o primeiro&lt;br /&gt;A voltar pra mudar o que eu fiz,&lt;br /&gt;Quem então agora eu seria?&lt;br /&gt;Ahh tanto faz! E o que não foi não é,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que ainda vou voltar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu quem será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo tudo assim&lt;br /&gt;Não me acanho em ver vaidade em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo o que condiz.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto é do estrago.&lt;br /&gt;Sei do escândalo e eles têm razão&lt;br /&gt;Quando vem dizer que eu não sei medir&lt;br /&gt;Nem tempo e nem medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se eu for o primeiro a prever e poder desistir do que for dar errado?&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, ora, se não sou eu quem mais vai decidir o que é bom pra mim?&lt;br /&gt;Dispenso a previsão.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, se o que eu sou é tambémo que eu escolhi ser!&lt;br /&gt;Aceito a condição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou levando assim,&lt;br /&gt;Que o acaso é amigo do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Quando falo comigo, quando eu sei ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu não fiz essa música antes deles? :~&lt;br /&gt;Sinta a letra! :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-5064459978886294043?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5064459978886294043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=5064459978886294043' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5064459978886294043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/5064459978886294043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/08/los-hermnaos.html' title='(L)os Hermanos!'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-2079920495676361758</id><published>2008-08-10T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T16:12:59.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hora de voltar...! [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SJ9wv4ecilI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TgY8FIag0HI/s1600-h/GardenState.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233025259944053330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SJ9wv4ecilI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TgY8FIag0HI/s200/GardenState.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, the rain keeps on coming down&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a flood in my head&lt;br /&gt;And that road keeps on calling me&lt;br /&gt;Screaming to everything lying ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a winding road&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking for a long time&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know&lt;br /&gt;Where it goes&lt;br /&gt;And it's a long way home&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching for a long time&lt;br /&gt;I still have hope&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna find my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Bonnie Somerville)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A trilha sonora de Garden State foi premiada pelo Grammy em 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;como a Melhor Compilação de Trilhas para Filmes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como se não bastasse o filme ser iradíssimo, ainda tem essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trilha bela! Merece ser assistido todo dia. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-2079920495676361758?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2079920495676361758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=2079920495676361758' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2079920495676361758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/2079920495676361758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/08/hora-de-voltar-2.html' title='hora de voltar...! [2]'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SJ9wv4ecilI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TgY8FIag0HI/s72-c/GardenState.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-8935021205006549644</id><published>2008-08-10T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T15:13:21.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hora de voltar...!</title><content type='html'>Gold teeth and a curse for this tow &lt;div&gt;Were all in my mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only I don't know how they got out, dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn me back into the pet that I was when we met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was happier then with no mind-set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you took to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a gull takes to the wind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'd've jumped from my tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'd've danced like the king of the eyesores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the rest of our lives would've fared well&lt;br /&gt;New slang when you notice the stripes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dirt in your fries... uuuuuuuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The Shins.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não consigo e não consigo parar de assistir esse filme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GARDEN STATE (Hora de voltar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233014725256920706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SJ9nKrtTvoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BxGjk4VXRuk/s200/hora+de+voltar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-8935021205006549644?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8935021205006549644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=8935021205006549644' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8935021205006549644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8935021205006549644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/08/hora-de-voltar.html' title='hora de voltar...!'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SJ9nKrtTvoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/BxGjk4VXRuk/s72-c/hora+de+voltar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-6210931478201985059</id><published>2008-08-09T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:00:13.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do começo ao fim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SJ2xOLWt-ZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aAMuiD6j1bk/s1600-h/Ufal+JU.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232533199198747026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SJ2xOLWt-ZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aAMuiD6j1bk/s200/Ufal+JU.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the sea and far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's waiting like an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she's cold inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wants to be like the water...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fire fades away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But most of everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is full of tired excuses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's too hard to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish it were simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we give up easily&lt;br /&gt;You're close enough to see that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're...the other side of the world to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On comes the panic light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holding on with fingers and feelings alike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the time has come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To move along!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you help me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you let me go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And can you still love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you can't see me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(KT Tunstall.)&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/7134931956780012026-6210931478201985059?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/6210931478201985059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=6210931478201985059' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/6210931478201985059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/6210931478201985059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/08/over-sea-and-far-away-shes-waiting-like.html' title='Do começo ao fim.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SJ2xOLWt-ZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aAMuiD6j1bk/s72-c/Ufal+JU.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-7010518313496118108</id><published>2008-07-07T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:06:23.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ânsia? Fuga?</title><content type='html'>"Quis sentar-se num banco do jardim,&lt;br /&gt;porque na verdade não sentia a chuva&lt;br /&gt;e não se importava com o frio.&lt;br /&gt;Só mesmo um pouco de medo,&lt;br /&gt;porque ainda não resolvera o caminho a tomar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-7010518313496118108?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7010518313496118108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=7010518313496118108' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7010518313496118108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7010518313496118108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/07/nsia-fuga.html' title='Ânsia? Fuga?'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-7857657480800431156</id><published>2008-07-05T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:05:57.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'don't you know that yet?'</title><content type='html'>Holly: I don't wanna make any mistakes, Gerry.&lt;br /&gt;Gerry: Well, you're in the wrong species, love. Be a duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do filme P.S.: I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-7857657480800431156?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7857657480800431156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=7857657480800431156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7857657480800431156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7857657480800431156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-you-know-that-yet.html' title='&apos;don&apos;t you know that yet?&apos;'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-7445213073596164386</id><published>2008-06-18T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:56:36.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre nunca igual.</title><content type='html'>"Mas as coisas findas,&lt;br /&gt;muito mais que lindas,&lt;br /&gt;estas ficarão."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Calos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como saber o que permanecerá na sua vida? Como prever&lt;br /&gt;o que você tem que afastar logo de você porque um dia&lt;br /&gt;vai te fazer mal? É, sinto me informar, mas não tem como&lt;br /&gt;saber, não tem como prever, não tem. É a chamada 'dança&lt;br /&gt;das horas'; é o duradouro dentro do efêmero.&lt;br /&gt;Algum dia, eu li em algum lugar: 'Ver e sentir as coisas como&lt;br /&gt;elas são, passageiras'. Né? Here I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juliana dos Anjos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-7445213073596164386?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7445213073596164386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=7445213073596164386' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7445213073596164386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7445213073596164386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/06/sempre-nunca-igual.html' title='Sempre nunca igual.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-7146375050835636504</id><published>2008-06-11T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:22:34.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passado é propulsão.</title><content type='html'>Livros, testamentos&lt;br /&gt;Folhas de jornal&lt;br /&gt;A vida é curta,&lt;br /&gt;mas não é pouca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Máquina do tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Bola de cristal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sobrenatural é eu saber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que não serei pra sempre assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me destaco de um álbum de&lt;br /&gt;fotografia antigo pra lembrar de mim. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ludov.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SFB5cNOApWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QheekKob4rY/s1600-h/1197585229_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SFB5cNOApWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QheekKob4rY/s200/1197585229_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210798294359385442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...E o futuro acaba sendo propulsão também, ou seja...&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-7146375050835636504?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7146375050835636504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=7146375050835636504' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7146375050835636504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7146375050835636504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/06/passado-propulso.html' title='Passado é propulsão.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X78goKtBruo/SFB5cNOApWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QheekKob4rY/s72-c/1197585229_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-8297586802068715767</id><published>2008-06-03T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:10:08.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>músicas falam por mim! (:</title><content type='html'>I'm not saying it was your fault&lt;br /&gt;Although &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you could have done more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh you're so naive yet so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this be done?&lt;br /&gt;Your such a smiling sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;Oh and your sweet and pretty face&lt;br /&gt;In such an ugly way&lt;br /&gt;Something so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;That everytime I look inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that she knows that I'm not fond of asking&lt;br /&gt;True or false it may be&lt;br /&gt;She's still out to get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may say it was your fault&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know you could have done more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh you're so naive yet so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just don't let me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Lily Allen)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-8297586802068715767?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8297586802068715767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=8297586802068715767' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8297586802068715767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/8297586802068715767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/06/msicas-falam-por-mim.html' title='músicas falam por mim! (:'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-1258107899088394228</id><published>2008-06-01T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T08:11:46.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como pode ser?!</title><content type='html'>Infelizmente, eu tenho a triste mania de confiar nas pessoas. Sim, antes de tudo, eu confio nelas. E, como sou simpática, a aproximação é quase instantânea, feito miojo. Mas é miojo de requeijão, aquele ruim, nojento e falso demais. Então, o resultado acaba sendo uma indisposição daquelas. Ou seja: dá merda. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-1258107899088394228?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1258107899088394228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=1258107899088394228' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/1258107899088394228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/1258107899088394228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/06/como-pode-ser.html' title='Como pode ser?!'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-4280843635821960107</id><published>2008-05-25T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T17:40:44.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Saber desistir. Abandonar ou não abandonar – esta é muitas vezes a questão para um jogador. A arte de abandonar não é ensinada a ninguém. E está longe de ser rara a situação angustiosa em que devo decidir se há algum sentido em prosseguir jogando. Serei capaz de abandonar nobremente? Ou sou daqueles que prosseguem teimosamente esperando que aconteça alguma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero apostar corrida comigo mesma. Um fato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-4280843635821960107?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/4280843635821960107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=4280843635821960107' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/4280843635821960107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/4280843635821960107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-3585449324317478391</id><published>2008-05-12T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T07:46:17.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha vez!</title><content type='html'>Quem cansou do assunto sobre a morte da menina Isabella Nardoni levante a mão. Cansei mesmo e creio que eu não seja a única. Principalmente depois de ler vááárias críticas sobre a entrevista da mãe da vítima, Ana Carolina Oliveira, no Fantástico.&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem todo o direito de se manifestar e, por mais que a Globo seja poderosa, não me parece que ela foi obrigada a falar. Foi uma escolha dela e quanto a essa decisão, eu me abstenho de qualquer julgamento. Porém, não concordo com a exploração pública da dor. Apelação? Talvez. Algumas perguntas poderiam ter sido poupadas? Sim. E, deixando a hipocrisia de lado,  a mídia está sim, de certa forma, tirando proveito da repercussão que esse caso está tendo.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso consciente de que eu sou apenas uma aspirante a jornalista, tenho muito o que aprender ainda, mas tenho minhas opiniões. Precisava verbalizá-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juliana dos Anjos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-3585449324317478391?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3585449324317478391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=3585449324317478391' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3585449324317478391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3585449324317478391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/05/minha-vez.html' title='Minha vez!'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-7708130111654442580</id><published>2008-05-06T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:41:13.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contra indicação!</title><content type='html'>A gente diz: ah, se arrependimento matasse! Certo. Só tem um problema: arrependimento mata. Arrependimento é um sentimento estressante. O stress libera no corpo uma substância chamada cortisol. Com o tempo, o cortisol adoece e mata, sim, senhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de assassino, o arrependimento é burro. É burro porque garante que a não-realização de um futuro hipotético é culpa nossa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exemplo: temos uma situação A e queremos uma situação B. Para isso, adotamos um comportamento X. Aí, dá tudo "errado". A situação A se transforma em uma situação C. E nós? Nós ficamos arrependidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se arrependimento matasse, eu estaria estatelado no chão - a gente diz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha que bobagem! Quem garante que A seria B se seu comportamento fosse Y ou Z? Matematicamente falando: se A + X = C não quer dizer que A - X = B. Ou que A + Y = B. Ou que A + Z = B. Menino, A nem existe mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, onde já se viu chorar por um futuro hipotético? Futuro porque nunca existiu. E, além de inexistente, hipotético, ou seja, incerto. Já dizia a minha avó: quem não sabe o que perdeu não perdeu nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a gente chora. Chora ou não chora? Chora. Eu mesma andei chorando ultimamente. Ah, se arrependimento matasse!... A gente é viciado em culpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando isso acontece, tento colocar meu mantra em ação: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fiz o que pude; faço o que posso; farei o que puder. O resto, infelizmente, está fora das minhas possibilidades. Completamente fora. Até porque pouca coisa depende apenas de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal de contas, quem é que faz merda de propósito? Eu, não! Só se for você! Eu faço o que posso. No máximo, eu erro tentando acertar. No limite, eu sou o que sou, e o resultado não é o desejado. Paciência!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora se o erro foi catastrófico, só me resta assumir as conseqüências. E tentar fazer melhor da próxima vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sempre tem uma próxima vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Philio Terzakis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-7708130111654442580?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7708130111654442580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=7708130111654442580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7708130111654442580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7708130111654442580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/05/contra-indicao.html' title='Contra indicação!'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-6835761718499793640</id><published>2008-05-05T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:41:18.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-changes.</title><content type='html'>"Um filósofo sabe muito bem que, no fundo, ele sabe de muito pouco. Justamente por isso ele vive tentando chegar ao conhecimento. Sócrates foi uma dessas raras pessoas. Ele sabia muito bem que nada sabia sobre a vida e o mundo. E agora é que vem o mais importante: o fato de saber tão pouco não o deixava em paz. Um filósofo, portanto, é uma pessoa que reconhece que há muita coisa além..." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(O Mundo de Sofia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sempre admirei de verdades os amigos filósofos. Tão pensativos, eu achava que esse negócio de refletir sobre a vida ou sobre as pessoas e chegar a uma conclusão, por menor significado que ela pareça representar, era um privilégio (e que privilégio!) apenas concebidos a eles. São o tipo de gente que sabem admirar-se com as coisas aparentemente banais e comuns, com as tão faladas pequenas coisas da vida. E talvez eu goste de curtir tais 'coisas'. Mas o que eu tenho certeza mesmo, antes de tudo, é de que eu preciso me encontrar! Sabe aqueles momentos que você para, pensa e diz: 'essa sou eu'? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ESSA É VOCÊ!&lt;/span&gt; Cheia de pensamentos que eu nunca tive antes, time may change me, fase nova e tudo mais, aprendendo a sentir os pequenos e necessários prazeres e angústias de ser quem eu sou. E quem eu sou? Quem é você?&lt;br /&gt;"Prepara o que serás no que és". Não é fácil e nem é rápido, não é simples, mas é essencial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juliana dos Anjos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-6835761718499793640?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/6835761718499793640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=6835761718499793640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/6835761718499793640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/6835761718499793640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/05/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-changes.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-1248196049388589348</id><published>2008-03-22T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:00:42.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muito além.</title><content type='html'>Quando eu era pequena a páscoa era o feriado mais feliz. Comer todos aqueles chocolates deliciosos era motivo de muita alegria. Hoje em dia, eu me preocupo em engordar, não vou mentir. Mas essa não foi a única mudança. Conhecer o verdadeiro significado desse momento acrescentou muito na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Cristo deu novo significado a minha páscoa. Ele trouxe a esperança de uma vida melhor, de poder ser uma pessoa melhor, já que essa época representa uma oportunidade de reflexão; introspecção, pra ser mais exata. E observando direitinho, sempre há algo que não nos satisfaz em nós mesmo. Entretanto, "a sombra só existe quando brilha alguma luz", já dizia Padre Fábio de Melo.&lt;br /&gt;E não é que não hajam outras oportunidades, mas entender que Sua ressurreição simboliza o início de uma &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vida nova&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iluminada&lt;/span&gt; me impulsiona, sabe?! Esses 'diazinhos' de folga, principalmente o domingo, marcam a passagem da morte para a vida, das trevas para a luz.&lt;br /&gt;Se permita e seja luz.&lt;br /&gt;Boa páscoa! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-1248196049388589348?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1248196049388589348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=1248196049388589348' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/1248196049388589348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/1248196049388589348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/03/muito-alm.html' title='Muito além.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-3507222766134385257</id><published>2008-03-07T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:13:38.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Descoberta do mundo.</title><content type='html'>"O que eu sinto, eu não ajo. O que ajo, não penso. O que penso, não sinto. Do que sei, sou ignorante. Do que sinto, não ignoro. Não me entendo e ajo como se me entendesse. É difícil perder-se. É tão difícil que provavelmente arrumarei depressa um modo de me achar, mesmo que achar-me seja de novo a mentira em que vivo. Suponho que me entender não é uma questão de inteligência. Passei a vida tentando corrigir os erros que cometi na minha ânsia de acertar. Terei toda a aparência de quem falhou, e só eu saberei  se foi a falha necessária. Liberdade? É pouco. O que eu desejo ainda não tem nome. E se me achar esquisita, respeite também. Até eu fui obrigada a me respeitar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, mais uma vez, Clarice expressando tudo o que eu não consigo, mas sinto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-3507222766134385257?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3507222766134385257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=3507222766134385257' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3507222766134385257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/3507222766134385257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/03/descoberta-do-mundo.html' title='Descoberta do mundo.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-9125525945046755906</id><published>2008-03-01T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:17:46.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai sorrir...</title><content type='html'>Deixa eu te provar toda a mágica&lt;br /&gt;E modificar essa história&lt;br /&gt;Pois se eu não consigo ser&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente um bom amigo&lt;br /&gt;É porque nem mal amigo eu posso ser&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu te provar: não há lógica&lt;br /&gt;Negligenciar toda a tática&lt;br /&gt;E calar, pro nosso bem,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que convém dizer&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu entregar as flores pra você&lt;br /&gt;Vai passar&lt;br /&gt;E você nem vai lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Vai passar, tudo passa&lt;br /&gt;Vai passar, pense em mim quando acabar&lt;br /&gt;Vai passar, tudo passa&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu te provar&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Pode derramar da memória&lt;br /&gt;E trazer consigo as dores&lt;br /&gt;De quem teve amores como eu&lt;br /&gt;E não foi capaz de compreender&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Vai passar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo um dia há de acabar&lt;br /&gt;Vai passar, tudo passa&lt;br /&gt;Vai passar, e enfim pra terminar&lt;br /&gt;Vai sorrir e achar graça&lt;br /&gt;Vai sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E achar graça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ludov.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-9125525945046755906?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/9125525945046755906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=9125525945046755906' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/9125525945046755906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/9125525945046755906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/03/vai-sorrir.html' title='Vai sorrir...'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-7947257848696527932</id><published>2008-02-26T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:42:39.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Nina Lessa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Amor da minha vida, não venha. Não agora. Sabe como é, ando tão na defensiva que você vai chegar de braços abertos e eu vou tacar as quatro pedras que ando carregando nas mãos, doida pra atirar em alguém. Cuidado pra eu não descontar toda a mágoa que venho cultivando em ti, pobre de ti que nada tem a ver com a minha dor - ao menos não essa. Então, vão venha.&lt;/p&gt;Não ando lá com muita disposição pra amar de novo, por mais que você mostre que sou capaz. No fundo, eu até sei disso, mas meu coração tá cansado, chicoteado e muito pouco disponível pra novas, por melhores que ela sejam. O momento nada favorável vai acabar te deixando passar sem eu nem te dar a chance de tentar me fazer feliz. Eu provavelmente não vou conseguir enxergar que você é o mais indicado pra devolver o sorriso do meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, não me venha, por enquanto. Deixa que essa mágoa passe, primeiro. Um dia ela cessa e eu jogo as pedras no chão, pra você não mais correr riscos. Um dia eu vou conseguir perceber alma gêmea da minha em você, e vou entender que se você viesse antes, eu provavelmente ia deixar pra lá o famoso pedaço da minha laranja. Imagina só, que catástofre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, amor, não venha. Não hoje. Pára, faz um lanche, espera um pouco que eu não tô pronta. Quando estarei? Boa pergunta - não sei. Só sei que agora, não venha. Você me espera?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-7947257848696527932?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7947257848696527932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=7947257848696527932' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7947257848696527932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/7947257848696527932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/02/por-nina-lessa.html' title='Por Nina Lessa.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-1912079551112311817</id><published>2008-02-23T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:55:24.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SER GRANDE.</title><content type='html'>Para ser grande, sê inteiro:&lt;br /&gt;Nada teu exagera ou exclui.&lt;br /&gt;Sê todo em cada coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Põe quanto és no mínimo que fazes.&lt;br /&gt;Assim em cada lago a lua toda brilha,&lt;br /&gt;Porque alta vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-1912079551112311817?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1912079551112311817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=1912079551112311817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/1912079551112311817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/1912079551112311817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/02/ser-grande.html' title='SER GRANDE.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-4282118270409696397</id><published>2008-02-17T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:10:33.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU, parte 2.</title><content type='html'>Planos. Quando nós referimos a eles, sonhamos alto, voamos lá nas nuvens e viajamos pra lugares distantes. Mas e se o destino não ajudar? O que fazer com a decepção? E com as expectativas não correspondidas? Talvez o melhor seja "deixar rolar", permitir que o acaso comande e pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Só que como prosseguir sem nem ao menos projetar-se em algo, ou algum lugar?&lt;br /&gt;Ter planos ou não. Eis a questão. Situação profunda e complicada, já que nossa espécie necessita de um estimulo pra continuar, e como conseguir se não houver um pequena ajudinha do tão sonhado sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O segredo é sonhar com moderação. Não fazer dele uma obrigação, que só se aceita caso aconteça de tal jeitinho e pronto. Sonhar, mas viver como se essa meta não estivesse dentro das possibilidades, no entanto... Tudo pode mudar. E se você, de fato, fizer acontecer, aí sim, há grandes chances. Por que a frustração com os planos, com o sonhar e tudo mais se dá devido ao comodismo. E eu lamento informar, amigo, mas seus caminhos, já que são seus, não podem seguir sem você. Não temos um segundo a perder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juliana dos Anjos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-4282118270409696397?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/4282118270409696397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=4282118270409696397' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/4282118270409696397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/4282118270409696397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/02/meu-parte-2.html' title='MEU, parte 2.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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-7134931956780012026.post-9171054381177668732</id><published>2008-02-13T14:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:28:39.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU.</title><content type='html'>Devido ao meu medo, que ultimamente mostra-se muito mais evidente pra mim, de não conseguir o meu principal objetivo de vida, que é tornar-me uma boa jornalista, tenho lido um bocadinho.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentemente,  a maioria dos blogs que visitei falavam sobre ser, existir, atitudes, relacionamentos, esperanças, viver,... muita filosofia. Tema que me agrada muito, mas também me cansa, já que não paro de pensar sobre milhares de assuntos diferentes ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Durante essa guerra de pensamentos, percebi que tenho sido um tipo de pessoa da qual eu não queria mesmo ser. Sei como quero ser, exatamente, na teoria, mas me falta a prática. E convenhamos, me falta o principal.&lt;br /&gt;Minha atitude comigo mesma é de puro comodismo, estagnação. E a atitude a que me refiro não é só agir fisicamente, mas as que realmente importam e fazem a vida ser infinitamente mais interessante. São tantas... Mas ainda me resta, ao menos, minha constatação de tal fato. Nem tudo esta perdido! Ainda me restam o senso de curiosidade e insatisfação nas questões mais intrínsecas, que é o que leva a vontade de mudar. O primeiro passo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juliana dos Anjos.&lt;br /&gt;(13/02/08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-9171054381177668732?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/9171054381177668732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=9171054381177668732' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/9171054381177668732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/9171054381177668732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/02/meu.html' title='MEU.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7134931956780012026.post-4593194462125532573</id><published>2008-02-12T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:37:26.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it.</title><content type='html'>Slow down, you crazy child.&lt;br /&gt;You're so ambitious for a juvenile.&lt;br /&gt;But then if you're so smart,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why are you still so afraid?&lt;br /&gt;Where's the fire? What's the hurry about?&lt;br /&gt;You better cool it off before you burn it out.&lt;br /&gt;You got so much to do and only so many hours in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that when the truth is told&lt;br /&gt;That you can get what you want or you can just get old?&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize Vienna waits for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down, you're doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;You can't be everything you wanna be before your time,&lt;br /&gt;Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, but it's the life you lead.&lt;br /&gt;You're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need.&lt;br /&gt;Though you can see when you're wrong,&lt;br /&gt;You know, you can't always see when you're right, you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got your passion. You've got your pride,&lt;br /&gt;But don't you know that only fools are satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true.&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize Vienna waits for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down, you crazy child.&lt;br /&gt;Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while.&lt;br /&gt;It's all right you can afford to lose a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize Vienna waits for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Billy Joel.)&lt;br /&gt;Bela canção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7134931956780012026-4593194462125532573?l=judosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/4593194462125532573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7134931956780012026&amp;postID=4593194462125532573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/4593194462125532573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7134931956780012026/posts/default/4593194462125532573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judosanjos.blogspot.com/2008/02/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s it.'/><author><name>Juliana dos Anjos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03429685692938741009</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>
