<?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-8250604707424470281</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:42:44.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabiografias</title><subtitle type='html'>Em busca da luz fora da caverna...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fabio S. Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03514095289484393551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R5D-A8FAnoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6i4eJKBeF6g/S220/DSC00119.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250604707424470281.post-681941963635522631</id><published>2008-07-25T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:54:39.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sexta-feira mais triste do ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Estou triste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como há muito não me sentia.&lt;br /&gt;Estou.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade,&lt;br /&gt;nem sei o quê ou como falar.&lt;br /&gt;Só não queria estar assim, triste.&lt;br /&gt;Já chorei hoje... muito. Embaixo do chuveiro. Lavei corpo e alma.&lt;br /&gt;Misturaram-se lágrimas, água e tensão.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao terminar, percebi algo.&lt;br /&gt;Posso dizer uma certa leveza.&lt;br /&gt;Deus deve ter ouvido minhas preces.&lt;br /&gt;Não tomei banho com água pura.&lt;br /&gt;Era benta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250604707424470281-681941963635522631?l=fabiografias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/681941963635522631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250604707424470281&amp;postID=681941963635522631' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/681941963635522631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/681941963635522631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/2008/07/sexta-feira-mais-triste-do-ano.html' title='A sexta-feira mais triste do ano...'/><author><name>Fabio S. Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03514095289484393551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R5D-A8FAnoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6i4eJKBeF6g/S220/DSC00119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250604707424470281.post-490059095617545793</id><published>2008-05-12T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T16:45:32.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fogueira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu me chamas&lt;br /&gt;Fico em chamas&lt;br /&gt;Chamas na cama&lt;br /&gt;Despertador me chama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250604707424470281-490059095617545793?l=fabiografias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/490059095617545793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250604707424470281&amp;postID=490059095617545793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/490059095617545793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/490059095617545793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/2008/05/fogueira.html' title='Fogueira'/><author><name>Fabio S. Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03514095289484393551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R5D-A8FAnoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6i4eJKBeF6g/S220/DSC00119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250604707424470281.post-3341973787615759407</id><published>2008-04-21T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:11:28.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decifra-me ou devoro-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na agonia do silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lembranças da vida antiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Onde palavras guardadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alimentavam enigmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Almas armadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Renovam estigmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em flores amadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vestem-se cismas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas em tudo respeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E o abraço do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No lugar do lamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O afago já feito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250604707424470281-3341973787615759407?l=fabiografias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/3341973787615759407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250604707424470281&amp;postID=3341973787615759407' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/3341973787615759407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/3341973787615759407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/2008/04/decifra-me-ou-devoro-te.html' title='Decifra-me ou devoro-te'/><author><name>Fabio S. Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03514095289484393551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R5D-A8FAnoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6i4eJKBeF6g/S220/DSC00119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250604707424470281.post-5158405743857639706</id><published>2008-04-06T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T06:12:17.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Quem quer passar além do Bojador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tem que passar além da dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deus ao mar o perigo e o abismo deu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas nele é que espelhou o céu. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250604707424470281-5158405743857639706?l=fabiografias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/5158405743857639706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250604707424470281&amp;postID=5158405743857639706' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/5158405743857639706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/5158405743857639706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/2008/04/pessoa.html' title='Pessoa'/><author><name>Fabio S. Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03514095289484393551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R5D-A8FAnoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6i4eJKBeF6g/S220/DSC00119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250604707424470281.post-8129833439025149070</id><published>2008-03-30T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T08:04:36.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sócrates</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Uma vida que não é examinada não vale a pena ser vivida."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250604707424470281-8129833439025149070?l=fabiografias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/8129833439025149070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250604707424470281&amp;postID=8129833439025149070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/8129833439025149070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/8129833439025149070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/2008/03/scrates.html' title='Sócrates'/><author><name>Fabio S. Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03514095289484393551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R5D-A8FAnoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6i4eJKBeF6g/S220/DSC00119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250604707424470281.post-4547469615582640958</id><published>2008-03-14T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:16:39.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerebral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu penso demais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como se não bastassem todas as linhas médicas a se buscar na memória, eu ainda me arrumo tempo pra pensar demais. Mas o pior não é o pensar excessivo. É tentar adivinhar o que pensam os outros. Difícil querer antecipar a próxima jogada. Mais ainda: já tentar planejar a própria jogada baseado naquela - imaginária - não realizada. Ufa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por isso, talvez, minha ojeriza atual a joguinhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250604707424470281-4547469615582640958?l=fabiografias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/4547469615582640958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250604707424470281&amp;postID=4547469615582640958' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/4547469615582640958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/4547469615582640958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/2008/03/cerebral.html' title='Cerebral'/><author><name>Fabio S. Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03514095289484393551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R5D-A8FAnoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6i4eJKBeF6g/S220/DSC00119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250604707424470281.post-3708946850097189033</id><published>2008-03-12T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:57:29.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romântico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O amor é simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Complicado é o coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A paixão é pressa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A espera, aflição!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A saudade é aperto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sua voz... solução?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O encontro é alívio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O adeus, perdição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250604707424470281-3708946850097189033?l=fabiografias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/3708946850097189033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250604707424470281&amp;postID=3708946850097189033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/3708946850097189033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/3708946850097189033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/2008/03/romntico.html' title='Romântico'/><author><name>Fabio S. Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03514095289484393551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R5D-A8FAnoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6i4eJKBeF6g/S220/DSC00119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250604707424470281.post-1243055102070221497</id><published>2008-03-12T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:34:31.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A desejada leveza do ser</title><content type='html'>Há algo acorrentado em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Vasculho minhas entranhas...&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro o objeto encarcerado.&lt;br /&gt;Um momento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei!! Lá está!&lt;br /&gt;Não, não o vejo...&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade o escuto! Sim!&lt;br /&gt;O Grito algemado!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... o que fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Então, num lampejo...&lt;br /&gt;Destruo as correntes!&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio interior...&lt;br /&gt;Alma liberta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250604707424470281-1243055102070221497?l=fabiografias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/1243055102070221497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250604707424470281&amp;postID=1243055102070221497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/1243055102070221497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/1243055102070221497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/2008/03/desejada-leveza-do-ser.html' title='A desejada leveza do ser'/><author><name>Fabio S. Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03514095289484393551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R5D-A8FAnoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6i4eJKBeF6g/S220/DSC00119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250604707424470281.post-875166468566628103</id><published>2008-02-09T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T12:10:52.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentalidades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero o amor:  saboreá-lo, sonhá-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero pensar no amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero que o amor me consuma, me invada, me faça romper num grito de êxtase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não o quero latente, escondido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas falante, desinibido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que seja absurdo enquanto incontido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singelo, mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ca adormecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero o amor ridículo, das flores secretas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o amor banal, das juras abertas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o amor que em círculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me traga sempre de volta a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amor de almas libertas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amor sem fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250604707424470281-875166468566628103?l=fabiografias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/875166468566628103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250604707424470281&amp;postID=875166468566628103' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/875166468566628103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/875166468566628103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/2008/02/sentimentalidades.html' title='Sentimentalidades...'/><author><name>Fabio S. Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03514095289484393551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R5D-A8FAnoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6i4eJKBeF6g/S220/DSC00119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250604707424470281.post-9012600007966697329</id><published>2008-01-28T15:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:23:57.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida Interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Música é vida interior. Quem tem vida interior, jamais padecerá de solidão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Essa frase é dita no final do programa "&lt;strong&gt;Quem tem medo da música clássica&lt;/strong&gt;" pelo mestre e apresentador Artur da Távola, na TV SENADO (aos sábados e domingos: 10, 18 e 00h). Não tenho certeza se a frase é realmente dele (acho que é, pois ele nunca cita o autor), mas pra mim se aplica muito bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250604707424470281-9012600007966697329?l=fabiografias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/9012600007966697329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250604707424470281&amp;postID=9012600007966697329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/9012600007966697329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/9012600007966697329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/2008/01/vida-interior.html' title='Vida Interior'/><author><name>Fabio S. Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03514095289484393551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R5D-A8FAnoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6i4eJKBeF6g/S220/DSC00119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250604707424470281.post-8093862272632133442</id><published>2008-01-19T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:00:30.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo o que não é para hoje, é pura ilusão. Supor que viveremos um dia sem expectativas, sem sofrimentos, sem angústias, negando nossa natureza humana e, por conseguinte, ignorando nosso inconsciente, é simplesmente auto-engano. Devemos viver o presente, procurando analisar profundamente as causas de nossa ansiedade e, assim, viver cada momento intensamente, sem planos, sem utopias ilusórias, compreendendo nosso papel diante da REALidade. A vida é pra já.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fábio S. Neto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250604707424470281-8093862272632133442?l=fabiografias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/8093862272632133442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250604707424470281&amp;postID=8093862272632133442' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/8093862272632133442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/8093862272632133442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/2008/01/agora.html' title='Agora'/><author><name>Fabio S. Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03514095289484393551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R5D-A8FAnoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6i4eJKBeF6g/S220/DSC00119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250604707424470281.post-6791145959160088514</id><published>2008-01-17T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T17:03:04.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou nos últimos dias de férias. Hoje fui ao clube da UFMG (Centro Esportivo Universitário - CEU). Realmente, estava um paraíso! Sol, piscina, boa leitura... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Há tempos não curtia tanto férias em BH. Estou num momento espetacular. Tudo parece conspirar para o bom caminho! E, exatamente por estar em ambientes bons como o do clube, tenho tido tempo de pensar sobre a vida. Curtir cada momento, sem pensar muito no futuro - apenas se for por algum motivo que traga alegria ao pensamento. Enfim! Estou de férias de qualquer forma de negativismo, pessimismo ou mau-humor. Tudo flui tão bem que precisei registrar essa "catarse" por aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que a luz continue me guiando para fora da caverna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250604707424470281-6791145959160088514?l=fabiografias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/6791145959160088514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250604707424470281&amp;postID=6791145959160088514' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/6791145959160088514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/6791145959160088514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/2008/01/frias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>Fabio S. Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03514095289484393551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R5D-A8FAnoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6i4eJKBeF6g/S220/DSC00119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250604707424470281.post-2936699437724440174</id><published>2008-01-17T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T05:18:32.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“À medida que o mundo se move mais rápido existe um sentimento crescente de que há menos tempo disponível. Mas isso é porque hoje criamos e lidamos com mais eventos no mesmo espaço de tempo do que antes. Quando mais assuntos demandam nossa atenção, constatamos que nossa vida está acelerada. Quando sentimos pressão para atuar mais rápido, ações tornam-se reações e reações tornam-se hábitos. Por isso precisamos criar mais espaço de tempo para ouvir nossa sabedoria natural e discernir a resposta mais apropriada a cada evento.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mike George&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/8250604707424470281-2936699437724440174?l=fabiografias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/2936699437724440174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250604707424470281&amp;postID=2936699437724440174' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/2936699437724440174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/2936699437724440174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/2008/01/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Fabio S. Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03514095289484393551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R5D-A8FAnoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6i4eJKBeF6g/S220/DSC00119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250604707424470281.post-8540420342916610891</id><published>2008-01-16T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:54:57.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acordando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R43pVsFAnmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sU5tX9Dnwxk/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R43pVsFAnmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sU5tX9Dnwxk/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156033707227782754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, abri os olhos e tomei uma decisão:&lt;br /&gt;firmarei um acordo comigo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Serei um cavaleiro do presente.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais chegar;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ficar pra trás.&lt;br /&gt;Quero curtir o passeio agora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250604707424470281-8540420342916610891?l=fabiografias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/8540420342916610891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250604707424470281&amp;postID=8540420342916610891' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/8540420342916610891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/8540420342916610891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/2008/01/acordando.html' title='Acordando'/><author><name>Fabio S. Neto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03514095289484393551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R5D-A8FAnoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6i4eJKBeF6g/S220/DSC00119.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__eo1irhrieQ/R43pVsFAnmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sU5tX9Dnwxk/s72-c/DSC00051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250604707424470281.post-4928473806543583584</id><published>2008-01-15T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:32:49.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Com Fome</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Para Fabio Rocha e Stella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Praia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(com sol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;consome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8250604707424470281-4928473806543583584?l=fabiografias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/feeds/4928473806543583584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8250604707424470281&amp;postID=4928473806543583584' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/4928473806543583584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8250604707424470281/posts/default/4928473806543583584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabiografias.blogspot.com/2008/01/com-fome.html' title='Com Fome'/><author><name>Fabio S. 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