<?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-5349685275668307711</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:48:58.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sala dos Fundos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349685275668307711.post-7767731173303179521</id><published>2009-08-17T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:01:58.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O V do quardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do pequeno quarto que vivo vejo muitas vidas que passaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da pequena janela que ilumina todo o quarto vejo vidas que passam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nas tardes perdidas no quarto vejo a vida passar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inquilino da Silva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-7767731173303179521?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/7767731173303179521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=7767731173303179521' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/7767731173303179521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/7767731173303179521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-v-do-quardo.html' title='O V do quardo'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-2366381644783083905</id><published>2009-08-03T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:20:42.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...você foi...</title><content type='html'>...você foi realmente 100% sincero hoje?&lt;br /&gt;...você é realmente 100% sincero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-2366381644783083905?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/2366381644783083905/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-5349685275668307711.post-8462919904599836271</id><published>2009-07-17T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:08:01.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e Ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ela mora no mesmo prédio&lt;br /&gt;e passa o dia inteiro ocupada&lt;br /&gt;nem mesmo olha pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu não entendo esse fim de século&lt;br /&gt;se eu não posso chegar pra uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;e dizer que gosto dela&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela está ocupada&lt;br /&gt;com o esquema do século XX&lt;br /&gt;muito trabalho e pouca diversão&lt;br /&gt;E eu não faço nada muito sério&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu mataria só pra sonhar com ela&lt;br /&gt;Um dia então&lt;br /&gt;O destino nos juntou&lt;br /&gt;Trancados eu e ela no elevador&lt;br /&gt;Eu e ela, eu e ela.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;T.B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/5349685275668307711-8462919904599836271?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/8462919904599836271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=8462919904599836271' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/8462919904599836271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/8462919904599836271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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hora de escutar...&lt;br /&gt;...acredito, agora é hora de escutar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-5743016513860169207?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/5743016513860169207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=5743016513860169207' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/5743016513860169207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/5743016513860169207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2009/06/23-horas-e-73-minutos.html' title='23 horas e 73 minutos'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-5718253467614903402</id><published>2009-05-13T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:21:05.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>hum... sinceramente... duvido que alguem lê o que eu escrevo aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma... sejam bem vindos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-5718253467614903402?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/5718253467614903402/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349685275668307711.post-5972431805049340320</id><published>2009-05-09T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:25:57.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bota dedão burro esse...</title><content type='html'>... sabe quando tu passa por uma rua, vê a pedra e mesmo assim da um belo bicão, daqueles de trincar a unha, daqueles que faz escorrer uma lágrima no índio véio...?&lt;br /&gt;...bom, tempo depois tu ta passando pela mesma rua, lembra da pedra, ela ta lá, tu vê ela e mesmo assim dalhe um bicão novamente, assim sem querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...porra, o dono desse dedão é muito burro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só para deixar o registro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-5972431805049340320?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/5972431805049340320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=5972431805049340320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/5972431805049340320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/5972431805049340320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2009/05/bota-dedao-burro-esse.html' title='Bota dedão burro esse...'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-8071431401053335130</id><published>2009-02-23T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:40:19.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...muito maior do que as frases são as letras, são as mensagens que elas escondem...</title><content type='html'>Como se tudo fosse desmoroNar, senti as pernas tremer e o meu corpo balançar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca senti issO antes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que faço agora? Eu perdi a minha bolinha verde e Jamais terei uma segunda chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(por favor não me dê a repOsta!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-8071431401053335130?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/8071431401053335130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=8071431401053335130' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/8071431401053335130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/8071431401053335130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2009/02/muito-maior-do-que-as-frases-sao-as.html' title='...muito maior do que as frases são as letras, são as mensagens que elas escondem...'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-7151443229462985738</id><published>2009-02-09T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:15:05.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Plays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Já mudei tudo de lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Inventei muitas frases pra dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mas mesmo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu ainda estou só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Já comprei todos long plays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dos artistas que você sempre gostou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mas mesmo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu ainda estou só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E eu não vou nem ligar se você me disser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Que não vai mais voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E eu não vou nem ligar se você me julgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mais um cara vulgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No fundo deste poço achei algo que vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Já roubei muitos corações com as canções mais nervosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Que o mundo há de ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mas agora estou só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E não pense que é tão ruim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sendo só os meus discos posso ouvir e ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bem longe de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E eu não vou nem ligar se você me disser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Que não vai mais voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E eu não vou nem ligar se você me julgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mais um cara vulgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No fundo deste poço achei algo que vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pedro Metz/João Amaro)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-7151443229462985738?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/7151443229462985738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=7151443229462985738' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/7151443229462985738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/7151443229462985738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-plays.html' title='Long Plays'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-8095445516961835337</id><published>2009-01-25T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:52:24.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...sob o céu de blues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;...o meu particular céu estrelado não tem graça sem você...&lt;br /&gt;...nem ao menos sentido ele faz...&lt;br /&gt;...desde aquele dia, jamais apaguei a luz para dormir...&lt;br /&gt;...me sobrou apenas a azul do seu abajur e os desejos de Verônica...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(A.P.P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-8095445516961835337?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/8095445516961835337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=8095445516961835337' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/8095445516961835337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/8095445516961835337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2009/01/sob-o-cu-de-blues.html' title='...sob o céu de blues...'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-8919537878816447911</id><published>2009-01-22T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:28:18.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...vazio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... com este lado da casa vazio...&lt;br /&gt;... com este dialeto entalado...&lt;br /&gt;... o que sai controlado geralmente não é verdadeiro...&lt;br /&gt;... portanto sem mais palavras para este lado da casa...&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/5349685275668307711-8919537878816447911?l=saladosfundos.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-5349685275668307711.post-3550473882950736875</id><published>2009-01-19T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:18:37.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...uns dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O expresso do oriente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Rasga a noite, passa rente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E leva tanta gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Que eu até perdi a conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu nem te contei uma novidade, quente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu nem te contei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu tive fora uns dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Numa onda diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E provei tantas frutas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Que te deixariam tonta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu nem te falei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Da vertigem que se sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu nem te falei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Que eu te procurei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pra me confessar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu chorava de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E não porque sofria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mas você chegou já era dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E não estava sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu tive fora uns dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu te odiei uns dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu quis te matar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(H. Vianna)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/5349685275668307711-3550473882950736875?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/3550473882950736875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=3550473882950736875' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/3550473882950736875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/3550473882950736875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2009/01/uns-dias.html' title='...uns dias...'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-2471491589364436088</id><published>2009-01-19T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:03:50.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...eu me acerto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não pensa mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No final dá tudo certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; De algum jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu me acerto, eu tropeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E não passo do chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pode ir que eu agüento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu suporto a colisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Da verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Na contra-mão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu sobrevivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E atinjo algum ponto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu me apronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pro dia seguinte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Escovo os dentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Abro a porta da frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Evito a foto sobre a mesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E ninguém aqui vai notar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Que eu jamais serei o mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zélia Duncan)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-2471491589364436088?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/2471491589364436088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=2471491589364436088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/2471491589364436088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/2471491589364436088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-me-acerto.html' title='...eu me acerto...'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-4911054669312227880</id><published>2009-01-17T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:03:26.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...tendo a lua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu hoje joguei tanta coisa fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu vi o meu passado passar por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cartas e fotografias gente que foi embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A casa fica bem melhor assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O céu de ícaro tem mais poesia que o de galileu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E lendo teus bilhetes, eu penso no que fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Querendo ver o mais distante e sem saber voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Desprezando as asas que você me deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu hoje joguei tanta coisa fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  E lendo teus bilhetes, eu penso no que fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Cartas e fotografias gente que foi embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  A casa fica bem melhor assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tendo a lua aquela gravidade aonde o homem flutua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Merecia a visita não de militares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mas de bailarinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; E de você e eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Herbert Vianna; Tet Tillett)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/5349685275668307711-4911054669312227880?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/4911054669312227880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=4911054669312227880' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/4911054669312227880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/4911054669312227880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2009/01/tendo-lua.html' title='...tendo a lua...'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-9067623695650697214</id><published>2009-01-15T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:24:50.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>na nossa casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando anoiteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nenhuma luz na nossa casa se acendeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Aonde você estava?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Aonde estava eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Se tudo parecia nada, ainda assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O nada era mais do que o que você deixou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Quando aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Quando algo em que a gente acreditava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Se perdeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Por onde você andava?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Por que não me socorreu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Não é o fim do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; É só o fim de tudo que fomos nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sem flutuar e sem tocar o fundo sempre sós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-9067623695650697214?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/9067623695650697214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=9067623695650697214' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/9067623695650697214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/9067623695650697214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2009/01/na-nossa-casa.html' title='na nossa casa'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-378562716976096571</id><published>2009-01-12T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:00:27.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O novo sempre vem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Sem tempo para duvidar me concentro naquilo que tenho para fazer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo do recomeço tento, tento, mas confesso isso já foi mais fácil uma vez&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ali onde o mundo da voltas, longe de onde me escondo, quase nada de diferente acontece&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, porque ficar me cobrando daquilo que agora não cabe a eu fazer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ando só, apenas só, não é tão ruim, mas é só, solitário, pouco solidário comigo e com o meu coração&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Pouco resta há fazer, sinceramente isso não cabe a mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então você diz: “é você que ama o passado e que não vê”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quieto e conformado volto para a sala escura&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não muito distante talvez, você se delicia com a tal conquista da liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aproveita a vida e não deixa uma única chance escapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tudo bem, você sabe que no fundo eu concordo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Inquilino da Silva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-378562716976096571?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/378562716976096571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=378562716976096571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/378562716976096571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/378562716976096571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-novo-sempre-vem.html' title='O novo sempre vem'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-6458710724896077565</id><published>2009-01-10T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:09:56.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...mais uma vez, como sempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como você sabe, guardo todos os segredos que me contou&lt;br /&gt;Espero que lembre, carrego sempre comigo todos os sentimentos que dividimos&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Como a lua que espera o momento certo para completar no céu o desenho das nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Fico aqui, esperando as linhas das nossas vidas se ajustarem&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Não desfruto de paciência, aprendi a lidar com a ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;Mas te ver enquanto durmo provoca a fome, a sede, a solidão&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;...faz com que eu nunca esqueça teu cheiro, tuas mãos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Inquilino da Silva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-6458710724896077565?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/6458710724896077565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=6458710724896077565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/6458710724896077565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/6458710724896077565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2009/01/mais-uma-vez-como-sempre.html' title='...mais uma vez, como sempre...'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-6541853466535882173</id><published>2008-12-26T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:10:43.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem titulo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Já andei por muitos caminhos, traçando metas mudando o destino&lt;br /&gt;Provocando, mexendo na ferida&lt;br /&gt;Só não vendi a vida, essa alma é só minha&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Já te provoquei, te fiz esperar&lt;br /&gt;Me lancei ao mar como sempre quis, sempre atrás da estrela maior&lt;br /&gt;O universo é o meu lar&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Mas não pense que te deixar pra trás&lt;br /&gt;Andamos juntos, lado a lado&lt;br /&gt;Estamos apenas em estradas diferentes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Desse tempo vou me lembrar como os dias que corri atrás, que lutei&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vida posso confiar, pessoas como você vem para ficar&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Quando me perdi me guiei com os sinais de fumaça feitos por você&lt;br /&gt;Nas noites frias que chorei, encontrei reforço em fotos de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Grandes laços de coração&lt;br /&gt;Amor sincero, amor de irmão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(Inquilino da Silva)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-6541853466535882173?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/6541853466535882173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=6541853466535882173' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/6541853466535882173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/6541853466535882173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2008/12/sem-titulo.html' title='Sem titulo...'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-8446011802580263864</id><published>2008-12-22T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:39:27.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuide bem do seu amor...</title><content type='html'>... o tempo que ele dure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Herbert/Inquilino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-8446011802580263864?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/8446011802580263864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=8446011802580263864' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/8446011802580263864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/8446011802580263864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2008/12/cuide-bem-do-seu-amor.html' title='Cuide bem do seu amor...'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-3876883951993754337</id><published>2008-12-18T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:07:43.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Você pode ir na janela</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Se não vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Não desvie a minha estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Não desloque a linha reta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Você só me fez mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mas depois mudou de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Você quer me biografar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mas não quer saber do fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas se vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Você pode ir na janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pra se amorenar no sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Que não quer anoitecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E ao chegar no meu jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mostro as flores que falei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vai sem duvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mas se ainda faz sentindo, vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Até se for bem no final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Será mais lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como a canção que um dia fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pra te brindar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;Sérgio Guilherme Filho   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-3876883951993754337?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/3876883951993754337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=3876883951993754337' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/3876883951993754337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/3876883951993754337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2008/12/voc-pode-ir-na-janela.html' title='Você pode ir na janela'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-8491965831738320303</id><published>2008-12-11T08:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:14:31.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embalagem não retornável</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;...Toda noite que deito, quando deito, lembro do seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;E todas canções que canto, todas frases parecem dizer o seu nome&lt;br /&gt;Se a saudade que eu sinto medisse a falta que você me faz&lt;br /&gt;Eu rezaria para te ter. Mas sabe? Não é assim!&lt;br /&gt;Muitas coisas tem volta, mas não a cumplicidade, não a confiança cega&lt;br /&gt;E cego não sou, não sou e vejo como foi tudo descartado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me sinto lixo, orgânico e seco, ando seco&lt;br /&gt;E agora prefiro não ser reciclado...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Inquilino da Silva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-8491965831738320303?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/8491965831738320303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=8491965831738320303' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/8491965831738320303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/8491965831738320303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2008/12/embalagem-no-retornvel.html' title='Embalagem não retornável'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-3993948539927550348</id><published>2008-11-13T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:51:26.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritos de Passagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Medo de voltar pra casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Medo de sair de casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;E encontrar tudo no mesmo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Medo de abrir os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Medo de fechar os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;E enxergar o que não quer nem imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;? quanto tempo faz ? uma semana atrás ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;No topo do mundo, na crista da onda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Numa euforia de se estranhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;! pouco tempo faz ! uma semana atrás !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;No topo do mundo, na crista da onda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Um mergulho em busca de ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tudo mudou, ela acordou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Estava onde nunca quis estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Livre para ir e vir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Para ficar onde está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;É outro modo de ver a queda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Livre como sempre quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Livre como nunca imaginou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Só outro modo de ver o muro desabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;? quanto tempo faz ? uma semana atrás ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;No topo do mundo, na crista da onda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Numa euforia de se estranhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;! pouco tempo faz ! uma semana atrás !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;No topo do mundo, na crista da onda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Um mergulho em busca de ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tudo mudou, ela acordou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Estava onde nunca quis estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ela mudou, tudo acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ela está pronta pra recomeçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              HG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-3993948539927550348?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/3993948539927550348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=3993948539927550348' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/3993948539927550348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/3993948539927550348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2008/11/ritos-de-passagem.html' title='Ritos de Passagem'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-1682057622371430602</id><published>2008-10-29T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:53:59.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leite quente</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me sinto como alguém que guarda os dentes no criado mudo para dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Sou eu, sem pensamentos e muito menos argumentos para dizer o que desejo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-1682057622371430602?l=saladosfundos.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-5349685275668307711.post-3222923541337390838</id><published>2008-10-28T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:17:07.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O também da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;"A melodia que dita o ritmo da minha vida também embala a minha agonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esse compasso viciante que me mantêm longe da rotina me atrai, me desafia, mas também deixa sua marca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Esse som comprou a minha alma sem contrato, sem autorização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tudo bem, pois eu também não aceito devolução"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-3222923541337390838?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/3222923541337390838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=3222923541337390838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/3222923541337390838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/3222923541337390838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-tambm-da-vida.html' title='O também da vida'/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-1819248619831172032</id><published>2008-10-17T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:17:06.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chovendo nas pontas dos pés...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-1819248619831172032?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/feeds/1819248619831172032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349685275668307711&amp;postID=1819248619831172032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/1819248619831172032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349685275668307711/posts/default/1819248619831172032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saladosfundos.blogspot.com/2008/10/chovendo-nas-pontas-dos-ps.html' title=''/><author><name>Chico Paz</name><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-5349685275668307711.post-6156330363577453624</id><published>2008-10-15T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:11:25.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G maior</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;G maior &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vira traço, linha e rabisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vira laço, estamos ligados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;A sintonia pela escrita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Papel, lápis, a sensação de estar só, mas bem acompanhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quero inteiro e longo, que dure muito mais do que preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Que venha acompanhado do bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Não quero encher a folha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas sim que toque a alma daqueles que falta calma para decifrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vira pedra, pulo o muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Giro o mundo cercado pelas paredes do quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aquele mesmo meio pequeno, mas do seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quero letras para desenhar com perfeição a próxima canção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Histórias para contar do verdadeiro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Medo de mostrar quem sou, alem do G maior e o E menor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Inquilino)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349685275668307711-6156330363577453624?l=saladosfundos.blogspot.com' alt='' 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