<?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-14674482</id><updated>2011-11-23T15:40:42.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.C. 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Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>264</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-1177338815852675372</id><published>2011-09-28T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T11:18:55.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Boa tarde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Para ler, refletir e infelizmente concordar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;“O Estado é o mais frio de todos os monstros. Ele mente friamente; de sua boca sai esta mentira: ‘Eu, o Estado, sou o povo.’” Nietzsche&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; " &gt;Até a próxima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; " &gt;AGMA 28.09.2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-1177338815852675372?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/1177338815852675372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=1177338815852675372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1177338815852675372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1177338815852675372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2011/09/boa-tarde-para-ler-refletir-e.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-8907260865118486152</id><published>2011-08-22T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:53:07.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como se encontra o cenário nacional e regional na política? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vereadores, saúde, gastos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RESujHDGUOw/TlKs3A3wQlI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/na14BwUZkTc/s400/camara%2Bde%2Blondrina.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 209px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643763344175284818" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como se falar em número maior de vereadores em nossa cidade?...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;...tendo em vista as condições precárias da Saúde em que vive Londrina?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A proposta de aumento de vereadores em Londrina que atualmente dispõe de 19 é para que se crie um numero de até 6 vereadores a mais chegando ao máximo de 25.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que as partes dizem são interessantes, tanto os prós quanto os contras. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem é a favor do aumento do número de vereadores, supostamente, deveria ser contra, visto que o teto utilizado pelos mesmos não poderá sofrer qualquer alteração, pelo menos no que tange a salários, visto que gastos de outras especificidades já ficam a critérios oportunistas. Então qual seria a solução para os antigos vereadores em relação aos novos? Diminuição do próprio salário para compensar os novos gastos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem, o que se vê é uma confusão de necessidades. O aumento ou não do número de vereadores afetará ou não a sociedade? Digo, afetará a sociedade no bom sentido com leis de maior impacto e de qualidade que tragam melhorias à sociedade? Ou seria simplesmente um aumento nos gastos e uma momentânea felicidade em dizer que a cidade está crescendo, dando um certo status de metrópole à Londrina? Bem, quanto à resposta do status de metrópole, não tenho ainda plena certeza em dizer que Londrina mais diminuiria seu status e principalmente sua relevância com a intenção de querer mais vereadores apenas por esse motivo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assistindo dia desses ao programa Painel da Globo News, o apresentador Alexandre Garcia recebeu dois convidados para tratar da PEC, proposta de emenda à Constituição, que aumenta o número limite de vereadores por município, posteriormente sancionada como Emenda Constitucional n&lt;span style="font-family:Arial"&gt;°&lt;/span&gt; 58. A propósito, a PEC não determina o aumento, ela apenas disponibiliza um número maior de vereadores pelo número de habitantes de um município, o que não diz necessariamente que o município deverá por regra aumentar seu número de vereadores se não tiver necessidade. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Algo muito estranho de se ouvir e até mesmo de se ler em alguns jornais de mídia e de papel, era de que já diziam que Londrina havia ganhado mais 6 novos vereadores, sendo que não havia ganhado nada, apenas que a quantidade de vereadores em Londrina poderia ter seu número aumentado mas que teria que ser condizente com a necessidade ou não de aumentar esse número.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Observa-se que o aumento de vagas deve obedecer a proporcionalidade da população e principalmente a necessidade do mesmo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entristece em âmbito nacional, de como o mínimo e o máximo são confundidos dependendo da classe que se estuda, como um exemplo, quando se diz que o salário de um deputado estadual ou distrital deve ser regulamentado em no máximo 90,25% do salário dos ministros do Supremo Tribunal Federal, não significa que os mesmos deputados terão logo em seguida que aumentar seus salários em porcentagens incríveis apenas para alcançar esse limite. Vivemos muitas vezes com uma certa deturpação quanto aos limites apresentados. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quanto a Londrina, um município que em sua maioria pede-se por melhores condições de saúde, melhores pavimentações, melhores condições de trânsito, fica muitas vezes tendo que suportar as argumentações de aumento de novas vagas para vereadores, que podem ser boas ou ruins, mas que nos exemplos mais que lidos e ouvidos pelas mídias atualmente tendem a ser uma necessidade não tão imediatista se não até menos importante para a melhoria do serviço público.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem, voltando ao programa, me lembro de um deputado estadual ao ser indagado em um trecho da discussão sobre quantos deputados hoje seriam necessários realmente para formar a Câmara, do qual a resposta que fora rápida e de uma sinceridade ao dizer, que com apenas cem já seria possível a casa andar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um lugar onde a representatividade não se limita a números, mas sim à qualidade, o que hoje em dia falta muito em relação a esses representantes, não em sua maioria, mas uma boa parcela do que se encontra no poder.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O mesmo problema se levanta agora no sentido dos vereadores, será que seriam mesmo necessários tantos vereadores em Londrina ou seria até necessário o corte de alguns vereadores para que se tenha uma maior responsabilidade dos que estão hoje na ativa? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Será que deveríamos pensar em aumento de salários para os vereadores ou aumento de qualidade nos serviços prestados por eles? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Será que as leis hoje que estão sendo discutidas e criadas estão de acordo com o clamor público ou são apenas uma necessidade de cunho político partidário com o único intuito de agradar a poucos?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Será que Londrina precisa de mais vereadores? Na minha opinião como cidadão acredito que não, acredito que precisa de mais qualidade em todas as áreas desde o Executivo ao Judiciário.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como diria um amigo meu: “Quanto a salário e gastos de um político, o limite é o céu!”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você, o que acha? Será que Londrina precisa de mais vereadores?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;André Martins 22.08.2011&lt;/b&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/14674482-8907260865118486152?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/8907260865118486152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=8907260865118486152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/8907260865118486152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/8907260865118486152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2011/08/como-se-encontra-o-cenario-nacional-e.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RESujHDGUOw/TlKs3A3wQlI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/na14BwUZkTc/s72-c/camara%2Bde%2Blondrina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-5530586994438764554</id><published>2011-07-19T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T12:55:39.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boa tarde a todos!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos ver agora como será o tempo, voltando mesmo!!! He he he...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algumas mudanças pela frente, mudanças que já vem sendo pensadas nesses últimos meses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero que gostem, para isso farei uma análise por aqui para depois veicular o link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abraços André Martins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-5530586994438764554?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/5530586994438764554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=5530586994438764554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5530586994438764554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5530586994438764554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2011/07/boa-tarde-todos-vamos-ver-agora-como.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-7290197818559674950</id><published>2011-03-06T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T06:26:24.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Voltando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, um grande poeta, inovador da linguagem&lt;br /&gt;da poesia e da literatura do século XX, Edward Estlin Cummings,&lt;br /&gt;mais conhecido como e.e. cummings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"nalgum lugar em que eu nunca estive, alegremente além&lt;br /&gt;de qualquer experiência, teus olhos têm o seu silêncio:&lt;br /&gt;no teu gesto mais frágil há coisas que me encerram,&lt;br /&gt;ou que eu não ouso tocar porque estão demasiado perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teu mais ligeiro olhar facilmente me descerra&lt;br /&gt;embora eu tenha me fechado como dedos, nalgum lugar&lt;br /&gt;me abres sempre pétala por pétala como a Primavera abre&lt;br /&gt;(tocando sutilmente, misteriosamente) a sua primeira rosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou se quiseres me ver fechado, eu e&lt;br /&gt;minha vida nos fecharemos belamente, de repente,&lt;br /&gt;assim como o coração desta flor imagina&lt;br /&gt;a neve cuidadosamente descendo em toda a parte;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada que eu possa perceber neste universo iguala&lt;br /&gt;o poder de tua imensa fragilidade: cuja textura&lt;br /&gt;compele-me com a cor de seus continentes,&lt;br /&gt;restituindo a morte e o sempre cada vez que respira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(não sei dizer o que há em ti que fecha&lt;br /&gt;e abre; só uma parte de mim compreende que a&lt;br /&gt;voz dos teus olhos é mais profunda que todas as rosas)&lt;br /&gt;ninguém, nem mesmo a chuva, tem mãos tão pequenas!"&lt;br /&gt;e. e. cummings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Carnaval, não é significado de uma ociosidade voltada unica e exclusivamente&lt;br /&gt;ao não fazer, ao não viver, ao perder-se em festas e simplesmente se alienar&lt;br /&gt;ao que se acontece no país em que se vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ler, sentir, escrever, viver, amar e desfrutar de cada momento como se fossem únicos, sim, esses serão meus dias de carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 06 03 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-7290197818559674950?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/7290197818559674950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=7290197818559674950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7290197818559674950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7290197818559674950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2011/03/voltando.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-4003705068152454007</id><published>2011-02-01T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:21:07.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ano Novo... Vida Nova... Será???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/TUjNIuGklaI/AAAAAAAAA78/CpeaftUer5E/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/TUjNIuGklaI/AAAAAAAAA78/CpeaftUer5E/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568926488941860258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o ano iniciou-se em Brasília e no Brasil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que será uma Vida Nova quanto à política em nosso país?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossos governantes estão em polvorosa em suas novas e maravilhosas empreitadas nesse ano que se inicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novos presidentes das casas, “Dos Brasileiros Natos e Inatos”, não sei qual seria a melhor definição, e também com as mudanças de rostos, não tantas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Academia Brasileira de Letras perde um pouco com o retorno de JEDI assim como Spielberg que perde toda a direção para o JEDI, Imortal Sarney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugestão de Leitura:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Eleito, Sarney destaca biografia e omite escândalos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; http://estadao.br.msn.com/ultimas-noticias/artigo.aspx?cp-documentid=27503166&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sarney afirma que reforma do Senado ainda é discutida&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;http://estadao.br.msn.com/ultimas-noticias/artigo.aspx?cp-documentid=27491656&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, entre essas e outras, todas as definições do dia de hoje foram democraticamente escolhidas, e jamais poderemos dizer que foram, interesses próprios e governamentais e muito menos que fosse um jogo de cartas marcadas, já que a política em nosso país não se pauta nisso, nem os partidos como vemos nos noticiários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugestão de Leitura: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Pleito para Mesa do Senado ocorre sob acordo de líderes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;http://estadao.br.msn.com/ultimas-noticias/artigo.aspx?cp-documentid=27507179&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Deputado que 'se lixa' para opinião pública é candidato para Mesa da Câmara&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;http://estadao.br.msn.com/ultimas-noticias/artigo.aspx?cp-documentid=27504975&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, voltando a postar hoje, posto junto com a volta dos que não foram, não foram considerados ficha sujas, de tantos que estão em Brasília aguardando a sentença condenatória, e que muitos infelizmente terão prescrito as ações, mas fazer o que? País democrático! Prove o contrário! Claro, que se você puder e tiver dinheiro e um lobby bem politicamente correto, ou incorreto, depende de qual sala ou partido que você tenha que negociar ou qual cargo precisará ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugestão de Leitura:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Câmara reabre com agenda de privilégios&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;http://estadao.br.msn.com/ultimas-noticias/artigo.aspx?cp-documentid=27493637&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Assembleias dão posse a 'fichas-sujas'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;http://estadao.br.msn.com/ultimas-noticias/artigo.aspx?cp-documentid=27494786&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parlamentares assumem com agenda de gastos que ameaça austeridade fiscal&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;http://estadao.br.msn.com/ultimas-noticias/artigo.aspx?cp-documentid=27508178&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, esse ano muitas coisas mudarão! Tenho fé que o Egito mude de governo e de que nosso querido povo brasileiro consiga mudar também o governo no Brasil, não digo em relação à nossa presidenta, que diga-se de passagem, tem o seu período de experiência para mostrar todo o seu potencial, e que assim pode auxiliar na mudança de nosso país, caso consiga se desvencilhar dos políticos já viciados de nosso querido Brasil ‘juvenil’ de cabeças tão antigas quanto o início e fim de um mandato, ou vários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, agradeço a todos que pediram minha volta, aos que cobraram minhas atualizações, mas existe um momento na vida das pessoas em que é necessário se ausentar para se colocar as idéias e pensamentos em dia, bem como trilhar um novo rumo no que se tem disponível e no que pode-se se tornar disponível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/TUjNIxEguEI/AAAAAAAAA8E/cnU06nHoVa4/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/TUjNIxEguEI/AAAAAAAAA8E/cnU06nHoVa4/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568926489738524738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo com todos um trecho de um dos livros que estou buscando material para um artigo que poderá trazer uma boa reflexão do dia de hoje e dos dias que virão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“A monarquia degenera em tirania, que é a forma pervertida do governo de um homem só, e o mau rei converte-se em tirano. A aristocracia, por seu lado, degenera em oligarquia pela ruindade dos governantes, que distribuem sem equidade o que pertence ao Estado – todas ou a maior parte das coisas boas para si mesmos, e os cargos públicos sempre para as mesmas pessoas, e olhando acima de tudo a riqueza” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ética a Nicômaco, L. VIII, p. 389&lt;br /&gt;(Ética dos Governantes e dos Governados, Chalita,Gabriel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGMA 01 02 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-4003705068152454007?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/4003705068152454007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=4003705068152454007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4003705068152454007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4003705068152454007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2011/02/ano-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/TUjNIuGklaI/AAAAAAAAA78/CpeaftUer5E/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-2070914548251675068</id><published>2010-07-21T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:49:25.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496540959874275266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/TEei4Y6w18I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/DuPgKGS6Xys/s400/Clown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aos Poucos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos vou retornando...&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos vou retornando com palavras que refletem...&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos vou retornando com palavras que refletem o que eu sinto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo a necessidade de se expressar ou a simples vontade de se escrever, onde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a palavra mostra, demonstra, monta e remonta acontecimentos, fatos, lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma infinidade de emoções capazes de levar a outros ambientes, outros tempos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em outra vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algumas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algumas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em outra vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma infinidade de emoções capazes de levar a outros ambientes, outros tempos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a palavra mostra, demonstra, monta e remonta acontecimentos, fatos, lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo na necessidade de se expressar ou na simples vontade de se escrever, onde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos vou retornando com palavras que refletem o que eu sinto...&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos vou retornando com palavras que refletem...&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos vou retornando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 21.07 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-2070914548251675068?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/2070914548251675068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=2070914548251675068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2070914548251675068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2070914548251675068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/TEei4Y6w18I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/DuPgKGS6Xys/s72-c/Clown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-9117014486162166006</id><published>2010-07-16T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:57:41.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010... I’m Back! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494691760305274978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/TEERCztDAGI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/-IAJ2y0kgVs/s400/Rel%C3%B3gio.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ano de muitas realizações! Não! Não é um Feliz Ano Novo atrasado!&lt;br /&gt;Apenas retornando com minhas atividades por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Andei ausente cuidando de questões profissionais, pessoais e demais áreas necessárias, digamos que dei um prazo semestral sabático em minha vida por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje retorno, véspera de dia 17 de julho para poder novamente trazer no fim de um dia ao início de outro dia algumas palavras que são frutos seja de inspiração e criação ou simplesmente frutos de um simples jogo de palavras que no fim pode dar um sentido à minha vida, à sua ou às suas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a todos que um dia chegaram a visitar esse endereço e aguardo novamente para que possam com assiduidade, agora também mais regular minha presença, para que possamos juntos crescer ou simplesmente nos afundarmos nesse poço de palavras e emoções que comumente eu costumo escrever chamado blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atenciosamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;André Martins M. Poeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/14674482-9117014486162166006?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/9117014486162166006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=9117014486162166006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/9117014486162166006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/9117014486162166006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2010/07/2010.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/TEERCztDAGI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/-IAJ2y0kgVs/s72-c/Rel%C3%B3gio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-4094740456844252412</id><published>2010-01-17T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T08:35:39.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao Meu Passado, Ao Meu Presente, Ao Meu Futuro... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ver meu passado me tornou mais feliz em meu presente que se reflete em meu futuro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria com palavras salvaguardar meios e momentos que são eternizados em minha vida, e apenas posso concluir que tais meios são simplesmente naturais com o decurso do caminho com que minha significante vida comecou a conhecer naturalmente e realmente a maior Obra de Deus... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se hoje me vejo feliz, se hoje me vejo bem, se hoje me distancio mais de meu próprio dia a dia... é porque hoje vivo meu eu com quem me completa e me torna feliz a cada segundo de minha vida... exaltando-me mudancas que me aproximam de meu novo, natural e real dia a dia... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao Meu Passado, encontrei pessoas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao Meu Presente, encontrei uma pessoa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para o Meu Futuro, encontrei a pessoa.... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te Amo Amada Flor do Meu Amor! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu Todo Seu André Martins M. Poeta 17.01.10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-4094740456844252412?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/4094740456844252412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=4094740456844252412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4094740456844252412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4094740456844252412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2010/01/ao-meu-passado-ao-meu-presente-ao-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6686464544846811391</id><published>2009-11-18T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T04:55:18.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SwPtmsqg2aI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ia2cDLuN0SU/s1600/Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+TA...+saudades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405425226855012770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SwPtmsqg2aI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ia2cDLuN0SU/s400/Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+TA...+saudades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Des&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;esejar estar com a mulher que se ama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sperar cada momento para estar ao seu lado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;entir todo o carinho e o calor de seu ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;razer a felicidade plena para sua vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;maginar o momento de vê-la e tê-la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ascendo mais sentimentos e carinhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nde e quando será o Para SEMPRE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tania &amp;amp; André&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-6686464544846811391?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6686464544846811391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6686464544846811391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6686464544846811391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6686464544846811391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/11/des-t-ino-d-esejar-estar-com-mulher-que.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SwPtmsqg2aI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ia2cDLuN0SU/s72-c/Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+TA...+saudades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-3388527203928862000</id><published>2009-11-17T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:51:10.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SwKbhKKj-uI/AAAAAAAAA6g/ls1Wg6FFg1o/s1600/nov2009+na+igreja,+Tania+e+Andr%C3%A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405053496764660450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SwKbhKKj-uI/AAAAAAAAA6g/ls1Wg6FFg1o/s400/nov2009+na+igreja,+Tania+e+Andr%C3%A9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você e eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma realidade que transcende o tempo, o querer, o sentir, o desejo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simples existência de um sentimento que se torna forte a cada dia e que se torna importante a cada segundo, transformando o presente em uma vontade que em tudo se compreende...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... compreende ações, compreende sentimentos, compreende desejos, compreende palavras, palavras que são mais que revelações, que são mais que meras explicações, mas palavras que unicamente demonstram o quanto a felicidade, a paz e o bem se tornam presentes, tornam-se vivos, tornam-se o sorriso, o destino e a lembrança dos bons momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você e eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ontem que se foi, o hoje que se torna o presente com ares de amanhã, o querer ser, sentir e viver... viver uma nova vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... viver uma nova vida com você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você e... Eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tania e André...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu namorado, que tanto te quer, te espera e te ama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;André Poeta Martins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-3388527203928862000?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/3388527203928862000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=3388527203928862000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/3388527203928862000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/3388527203928862000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/11/voce-e-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SwKbhKKj-uI/AAAAAAAAA6g/ls1Wg6FFg1o/s72-c/nov2009+na+igreja,+Tania+e+Andr%C3%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-1223776569413148839</id><published>2009-11-12T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T02:38:48.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SvvlBy9MAJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/TmHTvRU_EvM/s1600-h/nov2009+Tania+e+Andr%C3%A9+na+confraria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403163996982083730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SvvlBy9MAJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/TmHTvRU_EvM/s400/nov2009+Tania+e+Andr%C3%A9+na+confraria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gata Ruiva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A partir do momento em que estou com você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O dia se transforma em noite&lt;br /&gt;O longe se transforma em perto&lt;br /&gt;O desejo se transforma em querer&lt;br /&gt;O estar... estar com você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir do momento em que estou com você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração palpita sem controle&lt;br /&gt;As pernas trêmulas de ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;O conhecido se torna desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Para cada minuto com você ser um novo querer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir do momento em que estou com você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu ser se renova&lt;br /&gt;Minha força se restaura&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida melhora&lt;br /&gt;Porque EU já sou SEU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir do momento em que estou com você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo pára&lt;br /&gt;As sensações transbordam&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo se enrijece&lt;br /&gt;E você me acalma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir do momento em que estou com você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico sem palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Fico sem argumentos...&lt;br /&gt;Fico sem ar...&lt;br /&gt;Fico sem dor&lt;br /&gt;E não me imagino sem você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir do momento em que estou com você...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas com você!&lt;br /&gt;Sou feliz, sou bom, sou o melhor em minha essência, em minha vida em meu ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construindo uma vida juntos...&lt;br /&gt;Porque mesmo ao longe, mesmo distante,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem dia, mesmo sem noite,&lt;br /&gt;Estou unicamente com você!&lt;br /&gt;Em coração, em alma, em vida, em ser! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em QUERER, em SENTIR, em VIVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;André Poeta Martins 12.11.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-1223776569413148839?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/1223776569413148839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=1223776569413148839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1223776569413148839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1223776569413148839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/11/gata-ruiva.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SvvlBy9MAJI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/TmHTvRU_EvM/s72-c/nov2009+Tania+e+Andr%C3%A9+na+confraria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-8465116756644091203</id><published>2009-11-03T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:13:59.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SvDwH0bZ5oI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/6pX-IM_pwzc/s1600-h/Tania+Regina+Cucko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400079970340562562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SvDwH0bZ5oI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/6pX-IM_pwzc/s400/Tania+Regina+Cucko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hoje o post é dedicado a uma mulher muito especial em minha vida, que hoje se faz presente  em meu coração e carinho!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Força... Tânia... você é minha Força!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu ser hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Diferente do que um dia foi no passado,&lt;br /&gt;Que caiu, desfaleceu, mortificou-se por pessoas e situações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje se fortalece,&lt;br /&gt;À medida em que te conheço,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ele se envaidece com suas palavras de carinho e preocupação...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje Tu revigoras meu ser,&lt;br /&gt;Meu querer, meu sentir, meu viver...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a energia que emana de seu carinho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão longe, tão perto,&lt;br /&gt;Que me restabelece os sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;Que me engrandece,&lt;br /&gt;Que me conquista,&lt;br /&gt;Que enriquece meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me deixa forte,&lt;br /&gt;Você é minha força,&lt;br /&gt;Você a cada momento,&lt;br /&gt;É minha felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje reflito sobre a minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a reflito com você,&lt;br /&gt;Que já é a parte mais importante de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Por você hoje completar o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O reflexo de minha felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Hoje converge com minha necessidade de te dar meu carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Minha atenção, meu afeto, meu amor, minha devoção&lt;br /&gt;A você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bela visão hoje de meu coração é reflexo do valor especial que hoje você,&lt;br /&gt;Tânia Regina Machado conquistaste de tal forma,&lt;br /&gt;Capacitando-me a melhorar,&lt;br /&gt;A querer ser melhor,&lt;br /&gt;Ser melhor em meu estar com você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é muito importante e especial para mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha Linda e Bela Namorada, Minha Querida Gata Ruiva! Tânia Regina Machado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de SEU Poeta e namorado André Martins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;PS: Todo seu... nos bons e maus momentos, ao longe e ao perto...&lt;br /&gt;Todo Seu...&lt;br /&gt;Romântico...&lt;br /&gt;a te conquistar noite e dia...&lt;br /&gt;minha Gata Ruiva que tanto me ensina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-8465116756644091203?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/8465116756644091203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=8465116756644091203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/8465116756644091203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/8465116756644091203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoje-o-post-e-dedicado-uma-mulher-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SvDwH0bZ5oI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/6pX-IM_pwzc/s72-c/Tania+Regina+Cucko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-7698425488889848152</id><published>2009-10-30T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:06:19.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SuupdbcX-QI/AAAAAAAAA6I/kRQTklFRKGc/s1600-h/outubro+Londrina+Andr%C3%A9+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398594901381740802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SuupdbcX-QI/AAAAAAAAA6I/kRQTklFRKGc/s400/outubro+Londrina+Andr%C3%A9+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saudades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao me lembrar do seu aroma&lt;br /&gt;Adocicado e delicado&lt;br /&gt;Vivo em minhas percepções&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando desesperado pela falta de você&lt;br /&gt;Atordoado, acordado,&lt;br /&gt;Torno-me desorientado&lt;br /&gt;Na minha distância hoje em te ver,&lt;br /&gt;Tê-la em meus braços e por&lt;br /&gt;Não me imaginar longe de você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade que invade&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de senti-la comigo&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do seu aroma&lt;br /&gt;Que se completa em seu formoso corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Com sua beleza inimaginável&lt;br /&gt;De mulher batalhadora&lt;br /&gt;Minha musa,&lt;br /&gt;Meu querer,&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades,&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruiva Linda,&lt;br /&gt;Gata Ruiva,&lt;br /&gt;Gata do Meu Coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 29.10.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-7698425488889848152?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/7698425488889848152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=7698425488889848152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7698425488889848152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7698425488889848152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudades-ao-me-lembrar-do-seu-aroma.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SuupdbcX-QI/AAAAAAAAA6I/kRQTklFRKGc/s72-c/outubro+Londrina+Andr%C3%A9+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-7443263100209748028</id><published>2009-10-08T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:12:29.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Ss3k84cJEKI/AAAAAAAAA6A/f0sv0_a9nlg/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390216063626055842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Ss3k84cJEKI/AAAAAAAAA6A/f0sv0_a9nlg/s400/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O vermelho do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vermelho do coração que se confunde com seus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto me enfeitiçam que tanto me encantam&lt;br /&gt;O vermelho de seus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto me cativam e me fazem desejar seu sabor&lt;br /&gt;Do sorriso que saem deles que me deixam sem palavras e sem ação&lt;br /&gt;O vermelho do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua face de anjo que se encontra na minha visão&lt;br /&gt;Que na Terra me protege&lt;br /&gt;Que me ajuda me ensina&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixa novamente sem ação&lt;br /&gt;Que me institui uma nova visão de ser&lt;br /&gt;Sua face de anjo que se encontra na minha visão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua inteligência que me inebria&lt;br /&gt;Suas palavras que são dádivas da vida&lt;br /&gt;Sua arte que me interessa&lt;br /&gt;Sua sabedoria que envereda meus caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Sua criatividade que me toca&lt;br /&gt;Sua inteligência que me inebria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vermelho do coração&lt;br /&gt;Do meu coração por você&lt;br /&gt;Do seu coração por mim&lt;br /&gt;Do meu ser por você&lt;br /&gt;De seu ser por mim&lt;br /&gt;Da incerteza do sentir&lt;br /&gt;Da certeza do querer&lt;br /&gt;O vermelho do coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração, pobre coração que se enriquece em te conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 08 10 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-7443263100209748028?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/7443263100209748028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=7443263100209748028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7443263100209748028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7443263100209748028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-vermelho-do-coracao-o-vermelho-do.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Ss3k84cJEKI/AAAAAAAAA6A/f0sv0_a9nlg/s72-c/DSC00207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-846689233731240692</id><published>2009-09-29T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:32:16.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*** In Russian ***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Красивой и интерсной женщине издалека&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Расстояние, которое молит о наличии&lt;br /&gt;Расстояние, которое призывает к близости&lt;br /&gt;Расстояние, которое требует внимания&lt;br /&gt;Расстояние, которое взывает к тебе ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Зовите для знания&lt;br /&gt;Зовите для понимания&lt;br /&gt;Зовите для беспокойства&lt;br /&gt;Зовите просто так...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Присутствие расстояния, которое никоим образом не мешает моей памяти&lt;br /&gt;Памяти, большей чем расстояние, что важно, чтобы представлять тебя;&lt;br /&gt;Близость которая помогает оставаться и жить&lt;br /&gt;Чтобы жить теми моментами, которые позволяли быть так близко;&lt;br /&gt;Внимание к каждому необходимому слову, чувствам и эмоциям близким тебе&lt;br /&gt;Для тебя я чувствую необходимость уделять внимание;&lt;br /&gt;Для тебя я готов тратить много времени, чтобы стать важной частью твоей жизни и истории сегодня&lt;br /&gt;На сегодняшний день мои шансы узнать тебя разоблачают меня перед тобой.&lt;br /&gt;Терпение, что я ищу узнавая тебя&lt;br /&gt;Понимание что я призываю, узнавая тебя&lt;br /&gt;Тревожные времена знать, что ты&lt;br /&gt;Находишься вдали от меня сейчас&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Сообщения на память о тебе,&lt;br /&gt;Красивая и интересная женщина издалека.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Андрей Мартинс 26 09 09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** In English ***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a beautiful and interesting far girl-woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distance that pleads for the presence&lt;br /&gt;The distance that calls for close&lt;br /&gt;The distance that calls for attention&lt;br /&gt;The distance that cries out for you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call for knowing&lt;br /&gt;Call for understanding&lt;br /&gt;Call for worry&lt;br /&gt;Call for it to be ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presence in the distance which in no way hinders my memory&lt;br /&gt;The memory of times the distance that it is important to imagine his presence;&lt;br /&gt;Proximity which is understandable to want to stand by and live&lt;br /&gt;To live the moments that are allowed to live that close;&lt;br /&gt;By attention to every need, word, feeling and emotion coming from you&lt;br /&gt;For you the truth I need in a sense to give attention;&lt;br /&gt;For you long for me to become an important part of your life and history today&lt;br /&gt;For today in my chances for you to know me exposing myself for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience that I seek to know you&lt;br /&gt;Understanding what I call you to know&lt;br /&gt;Worrying at times to know you&lt;br /&gt;Being away for now to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distance calls for the memory of you,&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful and interesting far-woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andre Martins 26.09.09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** In Portuguese ***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A uma linda e interessante distante mulher-menina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A distância que clama pela presença&lt;br /&gt;A distância que clama por proximidade&lt;br /&gt;A distância que clama por atenção&lt;br /&gt;A distância que clama por ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clamar por se conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Clamar por se entender&lt;br /&gt;Clamar por se preocupar&lt;br /&gt;Clamar por se estar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela presença ao longe que em nada dificulta minha lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Pela lembrança de momentos ao longe que tornam-se importantes para imaginar sua presença;&lt;br /&gt;Por proximidade que se compreende em querer estar ao lado e viver&lt;br /&gt;Por viver os momentos que são permitidos para que viva essa proximidade;&lt;br /&gt;Por atenção a cada necessidade, palavra, sensação e emoção vinda de ti&lt;br /&gt;Por ti espero a verdade na necessidade de uma sensação ao te dar atenção;&lt;br /&gt;Por ti almejo transformar-me em uma importante parte de sua vida e história hoje&lt;br /&gt;Por hoje nas minhas possibilidades para que me conheças me exponho por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paciência que eu busco clamar ao te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Entender o que eu clamo ao te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Preocupar nos momentos ao te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Estar longe por agora ao te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A distância clama pela lembrança de você,&lt;br /&gt;Uma linda e interessante distante mulher-menina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;André Martins 26.09.09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-846689233731240692?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/846689233731240692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=846689233731240692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/846689233731240692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/846689233731240692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-russian.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6859025646248037132</id><published>2009-09-22T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T05:09:50.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SroP20ELQuI/AAAAAAAAA54/SiagEgRglsM/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384633738838360802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SroP20ELQuI/AAAAAAAAA54/SiagEgRglsM/s400/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes... in the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SUMMERTIME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... in the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SUMMERTIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I WALK THE LINE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;GET WHAT YOU GIVE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WAITING FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ONLY THE WIND&lt;/span&gt; makes myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A NIGHTMARE TO REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2 MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;12 BAR BLUES(LIVE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Drinking &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A PINGA DO DUENDE MALUCO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NO BRAVERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I MISS YOUR LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YOU LL UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I CAN’T TURN YOU LOOSE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DYING TO LIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nobody can &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;GIVE ME UP AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ONLY YOU&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MY GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can put me &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OUT OF CONTROL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;‘cause &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IF THIS IS LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THIS IS THE LAST TIME&lt;/span&gt; that I want&lt;br /&gt;To suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SIGNS OF LIFE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I ‘m all the time and the single moment&lt;br /&gt;Trying to not &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HURT MY BABY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ANGEL OF MERCY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IF I CAN’T FIND MY BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering by the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;UNKNOWN ROAD(PIANO SOLO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just with my &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DESIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In my heart with &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NO OTHER LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my memory just &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OLD FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I became &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;JUST ANOTHER VICTIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ANGELS AND DEVILS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHAT D I SAY(RARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DON’T LEAVE ME&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;My dear &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IRISH ANGEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I say that &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IF WE TRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHAT CAN YOU TELL ME&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AY YOU WILL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I NEEDED YOU TONIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CRY, CRY, CRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With that singular &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;GOODBYE LETTER(1)&lt;/span&gt; of yours&lt;br /&gt;Where there’s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NO EASY WAY DOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HURT &lt;/span&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AFTER THE RAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YOUNGER THAN TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And my love &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FEELS LIKE RAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DREAM ON, DREAMER&lt;br /&gt;CREEP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA Weeks from Sep 07 to Sep 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-6859025646248037132?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6859025646248037132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6859025646248037132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6859025646248037132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6859025646248037132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SroP20ELQuI/AAAAAAAAA54/SiagEgRglsM/s72-c/DSC00057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-4943566262881867725</id><published>2009-09-12T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:45:57.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SqtR6v-p42I/AAAAAAAAA5o/GLgcF1EUWXI/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380484249577710434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SqtR6v-p42I/AAAAAAAAA5o/GLgcF1EUWXI/s400/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fall... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Again I fell in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As much as I wanted to stand out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fall ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Where else could I find this time?&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise the lowest feeling in my being,&lt;br /&gt;For one more day to try to forget,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling that I got to have for you seeing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fall ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that I might one day be happy,&lt;br /&gt;In the sensations coming from your happiness and smile,&lt;br /&gt;Attention that one day I came to have,&lt;br /&gt;From a love that did not suffer&lt;br /&gt;From a distance that made me believe ... something happens&lt;br /&gt;What I do believe and not happens to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fall ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did not want to feel again ...&lt;br /&gt;Did not want to fall again ...&lt;br /&gt;Did not want to suffer again ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Suffer what the past has made to me ...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to feel something new ...&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had a new breath ...&lt;br /&gt;That the breath for finding you...&lt;br /&gt;I know it was my dream ...&lt;br /&gt;But when I try to find you in someplace else or in a waterfall...&lt;br /&gt;Without fear of meeting myself...what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fall ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my time was another ...&lt;br /&gt;For their time finding my time,&lt;br /&gt;A simple way to be able one day&lt;br /&gt;For Talking&lt;br /&gt;And all the problems&lt;br /&gt;Troubleshoot ...&lt;br /&gt;But today for not talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fell on me ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one more day I'm suffering ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suffering not see you ...&lt;br /&gt;Suffering not hear you ...&lt;br /&gt;Suffering not want you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do not want you to me, what you want to be for me...&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to know&lt;br /&gt;As a day crave&lt;br /&gt;And just with that sadness in my heart&lt;br /&gt;So tight that not more so desire&lt;br /&gt;Suffering&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fell on me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are free from each other&lt;br /&gt;In different moments of a live&lt;br /&gt;We are sad to know not know&lt;br /&gt;As much as we know&lt;br /&gt;We are different for wanting to ...&lt;br /&gt;Within the space we want to have without knowing ...&lt;br /&gt;Different in the opinion&lt;br /&gt;Perceivers of suffering ...&lt;br /&gt;Understanders without knowing, without knowing, without answering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Because my words so they want... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My attitudes have done so... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My intentions so challenging... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;My wish is that succumbed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For lack of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For lack of words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For lack of sleep in my insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For lack of dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For lack of fighting for this dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For lack of air that compels me to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The wounded heart in tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It is the sense in saying that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fall ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From past to present&lt;br /&gt;The future without being in the present&lt;br /&gt;From the present not different&lt;br /&gt;Fell without having you in my life&lt;br /&gt;The gift of having you happy&lt;br /&gt;Caring, respectful and smiling ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gift from God&lt;br /&gt;An Invaluable virtue to be&lt;br /&gt;A friendship without words to live on&lt;br /&gt;A confidant no doubt to hear&lt;br /&gt;A partner without tears to feel for&lt;br /&gt;A woman so beautiful that one day I want to know ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Try to know ...&lt;br /&gt;Try not suffer ...&lt;br /&gt;To not drop me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Again ...&lt;br /&gt;Fall ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Suffered suffering crying&lt;br /&gt;Tearless&lt;br /&gt;Cold&lt;br /&gt;Soulless&lt;br /&gt;Lost&lt;br /&gt;In solitude&lt;br /&gt;To forget what a day you could and I could feel ...&lt;br /&gt;Without leaving and for feeling to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;From Your heart ...&lt;br /&gt;My heart stopped smiling ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fall ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 12.09.09 04:45 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soundtrack Listening:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Jonny Lang – Red Light&lt;br /&gt;Junior Wells – Help Me&lt;br /&gt;Muddy Waters &amp;amp; Johnny Winter – 19 years old&lt;br /&gt;Muddy Waters – I’m a Howlin’ Wolf&lt;br /&gt;Stevie Ray Vaughan – Life Without You&lt;br /&gt;Mark Hummel &amp;amp; Kim Wilson &amp;amp; Charlie Musselwhite – Blowout Part 2(Harmonica)&lt;br /&gt;Stevie Ray Vaughan &amp;amp; Jimmie Vaughan – Pipeline&lt;br /&gt;Jonny Lang – Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-4943566262881867725?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/4943566262881867725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=4943566262881867725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4943566262881867725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4943566262881867725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SqtR6v-p42I/AAAAAAAAA5o/GLgcF1EUWXI/s72-c/DSC00029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-86507818668468227</id><published>2009-09-11T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:35:55.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom dia a todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou com fôlego novo, não é por estar postando essa letra de música que me encontre mal, apenas me encontro em dilemas e situações que me forçam a mudar minhas atitudes, meu ser e algumas coisas que são importantes para mim hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que reflitam sobre a música, que possam aproveitar e refletir sobre suas vidas e que possam entender que as mudanças são benéficas em nossas vidas, por mais que já tenhamos sofrido com o passado, e nos limitamos ao presente, temos que ter abertura para o nosso futuro, ao conhecermos novos fatos e pessoas que fazem parte importante em nossas vidas, e que passam a participar mais ativamente de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/hound-dog-taylor/"&gt;Hound Dog Taylor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Hurts Me Too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you was hurtin'&lt;br /&gt;Said you almost lost your mind&lt;br /&gt;Well, the man you love&lt;br /&gt;He hurts you all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Go wrong with you, it hurts me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love him more&lt;br /&gt;When you should love him less&lt;br /&gt;Why I lick up behind him&lt;br /&gt;And take his mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Go wrong with you, it hurts me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love another man&lt;br /&gt;I love only you&lt;br /&gt;But you follow behind him&lt;br /&gt;Stick to him like glue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Go wrong with you, it hurts me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Go wrong with you, it hurts me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna leave you&lt;br /&gt;Well, you've gotta put him down&lt;br /&gt;No, oh, I won't stand&lt;br /&gt;To see you bein' pushed around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, when things go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Go wrong with you, it hurts me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when thing go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Go wrong with you, it hurts me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fonte: &lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/hound-dog-taylor/it-hurts-me-too.html"&gt;http://vagalume.uol.com.br/hound-dog-taylor/it-hurts-me-too.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenham uma ótima sexta-feira a todos! Os que estão mais próximos e quem está tão longe e ao mesmo tempo perto em minhas lembranças e meu carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 11.09.09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-86507818668468227?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/86507818668468227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=86507818668468227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/86507818668468227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/86507818668468227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/09/bom-dia-todos-hoje-estou-com-folego.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6755041219589174411</id><published>2009-09-09T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:21:52.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SqiIgatEqnI/AAAAAAAAA5g/miKoujAO4go/s1600-h/DSC07130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379699845399620210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SqiIgatEqnI/AAAAAAAAA5g/miKoujAO4go/s400/DSC07130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even from a distance, to know you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the way we talk to each other decrease the distance between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine you by my side, telling me how was your day, your life, your feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see you by my side, listening me carefully, each adventure of mine, each desire of mine, each feeling of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the time never goes by, or better it goes by, and that's when we see that... we can’t see us anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my heart gets sad, for the distance from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my will to know you, again is interrupted without my wanting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment I didn’t want more the distance, I’d wanted you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because even from a distance, to know you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me well, give me happiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know you, I feel a part of you with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of you inside me, and I want more... each moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I try to forget the time again... for it to pass by.... and bring me you again near to me... even from the distance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know you... know you better... My Pretty Dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 10.09.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-6755041219589174411?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6755041219589174411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6755041219589174411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6755041219589174411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6755041219589174411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/09/even-from-distance-to-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SqiIgatEqnI/AAAAAAAAA5g/miKoujAO4go/s72-c/DSC07130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-2931891316664716399</id><published>2009-09-08T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:53:56.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379325312255578706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Sqcz3uBC0lI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Hw91GxHYuKs/s400/Clown+Can%27t+Open+Eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Sqcz3uBC0lI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Hw91GxHYuKs/s1600-h/Clown+Can%27t+Open+Eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What do you think I am? A clown? Or a man with feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A man with feelings, and do you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can’t open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to open my eyes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want open my eyes anymore to get in to my heart’s nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today I desire not to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop to think about the words and actions that prevent me to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to live in a dream that would not became in a nightmare to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the right moment that i try to open my eyes and I have the impression that I can’t have thou near me, to see all of the fullness of your beauty... I fall, I fall in the end of an abyss, lonely abyss... of my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare becomes to be very often in my life, and doesn’t matter if I’m awake or dreaming, ‘cause what makes me fell alive is you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At the same words were said or were not said, in the same that the lived moments or not for now,and in the same that there’s a distance created between us and your will to let me out of your life with your kindness, your attention and likely your love... you’ll really keep to be the most important person in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in this days I need to be so far from you to understand your desire to be alone far away from me, and this will can be too far for my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this will to be far one day convert your will to be by my side and I’ll be too close to you, even with my broken heart, with my infinit soul’s pain, with the perturbated and incomprehensible friendship, I’ll have to learn that this moment in my live that your desire to can be part of my life to the right time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be yours... and You will be mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want that the time was another, another time to know you, I would want that was another vision that you would have of me, I would want to be another man to have your attention, in the same time that I would want to be another man to have you my dear thru my hands... so in my last dream I would want to be another man, and not me, to get out of your mind the vision you have of me, for you can get to know me with will, to desire for, live for, learn for, to understand , the love for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to understand if someday someone had hurted you, if someone let you scars in your heart that could be able to prevent anyone to be with you... get close to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to understand, why can't a gorgeous woman have a simple man in her life and heart that just like her as a princess... like a queen and would do the possible and the impossible in his life to be by her side? Would be the beauty? Would be the wealth? Would be the poverty? Would be the health? Would be the illness? Would be the hapiness? Would be the sadness? Or would be the fact that there’s a fear to have someone by her side? I would like too much to understand this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because today I can’t open my eyes without you by my side, without listen your voice, without feel your skin, without know you deep inside, without to say to you that I desire to be with you by your side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I can’t open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I don’t want to open my eyes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I don’t want open my eyes anymore to get in to my heart’s nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if today I desire not to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not wake up for anyone, just for one, just for you, the princess of my heart, soul and life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... as you are too far from me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can’t open my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 08.09.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-2931891316664716399?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/2931891316664716399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=2931891316664716399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2931891316664716399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2931891316664716399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-you-think-i-am-clown-or-man.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Sqcz3uBC0lI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Hw91GxHYuKs/s72-c/Clown+Can%27t+Open+Eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-2850574515469746414</id><published>2009-09-06T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:19:15.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SqSzkWCZBCI/AAAAAAAAA44/Dt_xdmxbXtQ/s1600-h/DSC07509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378621291959485474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SqSzkWCZBCI/AAAAAAAAA44/Dt_xdmxbXtQ/s400/DSC07509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time Machine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wanted to know the Time Machine to go back and resolve things that were not resolved, to be who I am by no me state for those not declared myself and be who I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wish I had a Time Machine to be able to remove words that I said, delete words I wrote and acts committed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wish I could do a Time Machine can help me understand people better, not to get lost in the know, not to make mistakes the same mistakes by trusting, not to suffer again and do not need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wanted to be in a Time Machine, in order to go back in time, able to discern situations, demonstrate who I am, and become important to who I want as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So that people could really understand me and give importance to what I feel, that they should read what I write and give importance to what I write, do not put aside my feelings but that the real value I think and feel that they could not help side my true value, not ignore who I am or what I can be, or how to express myself, that could be real and true to me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Machine, something that does not exist, something that does not help me, something that does not matter to me, something that bothers me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wish I could come back hours ago, a week ago, a month ago, and finally two months ago in order to start something do not know if that will continue, but it is very important and I do not want to lose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A person who is an important part in my life, moments that were important in my life, situations that are important in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Time Machine, where is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pretty and very important person in my life, how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 07.09.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-2850574515469746414?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/2850574515469746414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=2850574515469746414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2850574515469746414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2850574515469746414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-machine-i-wanted-to-know-time.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SqSzkWCZBCI/AAAAAAAAA44/Dt_xdmxbXtQ/s72-c/DSC07509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6367432967141956936</id><published>2009-09-05T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:45:51.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SqMtWgeIgvI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/oJtzlWZZBLU/s1600-h/aa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378192244707197682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SqMtWgeIgvI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/oJtzlWZZBLU/s400/aa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another day of ... Changes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before it was so easy, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The feedback was immediate, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The desire was continuous, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reciprocity was the same ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was difficult &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without the return so long, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without the continuity of desire, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The same order with the reciprocity ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes ... Nothing has changed? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caring, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vision Pretty vision of You, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;View of the Pretty To do ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From an almost affection, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a vision, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Distorted view coming from you, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being sightless Pretty ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Endearments, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carts treated by words, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile without explanation, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Affection loving you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not so loving words anymore &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carts for words without treatment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explanations of smile that comes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You no longer withoyt the loving care ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changes ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The loving embrace, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The look dainty and loving, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engaging and captivating, Deliciously ‘n beautiful Voice to hear ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without the loving embrace &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The loving looks without the dainty loving &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Captivated without involvement, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty voice one day delightful to hear ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever treated with sincerity, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too Kind so that you can love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to the prosperous future In love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in complicity, attention and interest ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the sincerity in treatment, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be able to love without being kind, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The more prosperous future without welcome, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without the complicity of interest, attention and affection ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Necessary changes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the hopeless and the unbreakable will to Know, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Necessary changes To get closer to you with affection and feel The desire to love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fallen in love, stay and be ... alive ... for you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changes unnecessary &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From an indecipherable way to know the inevitable will, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unnecessary changes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To move more than you and no longer feel affection, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The desire to stay and live without being in love not to love ... for you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a conversation that no longer existed, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sentence no longer imposed, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From a promise of no change, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From a beautiful feeling alive to continue In the know through the origin of everything, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No loss, no damage, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With affection again to be the focus of mutual understanding ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In an ever-existing conversation, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of words recalled in the sentence imposed, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The change of promises of nothing Live without the beautiful and solid feeling, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where all came about through the will and can not know, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the loss, with damage, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again, without a care comprising not more attention to each other ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why changes? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I have never failed to be sincere in my convictions, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually creating a feeling of admiration and affection,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Changes are not so welcome to my being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes in attitudes arising from a neglect of that feeling, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prohibiting the desire of knowing, the will to stand together in unity of smiles, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bordering, putting questions without answers, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The times that meet and discuss the past, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The present and future of one, two, one is only ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single In the Perfect God’s Divine Creation, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In captivating need to see, feel, touch, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Affectionate touch ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I banish myself then closer, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I find repellent, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changes its, to me, what I am, When I have available intelligence, affection and attention ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why these changes? Change’s why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling it's over, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The formal name that takes shape in the body through your voice, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of avoiding the confrontation of ideas and thoughts ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why such crucial and serious changes? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fear? Fear of change? Afraid to feel? Fear of change in the own space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, what I did to be so slow the changes of bad finish, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For leaving so, I can feel your love again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more changes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more changes without you, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the changes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was not the changes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just feel that one day I could feel, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day I know, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The beautiful picture of you Pretty, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty and eternal image of you, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most perfect and sweet creation made by God for my need to know, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most beautiful of all ... Changes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By AGMA 05.09.09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Soundtrack of Text Creation:&lt;br /&gt;Eric Clapton &amp;amp; Jimmie Vaughan_Kind Of Blues_2003_1-10 It Hurts Me Too&lt;br /&gt;John Hiatt - Hurt My Baby&lt;br /&gt;School Of Rock - No Vacancy - Heal me, I'm Heartsick&lt;br /&gt;Joe Cocker - Have A Little Faith In Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-6367432967141956936?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6367432967141956936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6367432967141956936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6367432967141956936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6367432967141956936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SqMtWgeIgvI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/oJtzlWZZBLU/s72-c/aa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-3534233537634849744</id><published>2009-09-05T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:38:23.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SqLLTM0WoTI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/XPoBPO0F2E0/s1600-h/n.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378084435752558898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SqLLTM0WoTI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/XPoBPO0F2E0/s400/n.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What I can say about dreams. Most of the people in the world are capable to dream, to think that are dreaming awake and sometimes to dream to forget the troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, If we try to explain the main story or singular of the meaning of dream, we can find something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dreams are succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Mind" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mind"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; during &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Rapid eye movement sleep" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapid_eye_movement_sleep"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rapid eye movement sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream#cite_note-0#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; The content and purpose of dreams are not fully understood, though they have been a topic of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Speculation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speculation"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;speculation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; and interest throughout recorded history. The scientific study of dreams is known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Oneirology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oneirology"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oneirology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;(Sourde: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, I can describe that the dream may be one dispositive that we can use to growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need a time to feel and to rest our mind, when we came back home, or when we try to do some kind of work that let us very sad or too much worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream can help us to find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hadn’t done what you'd needed in your work or any place, you could get home, sad, tired and with a sensation of loser, or in the other words, failured worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are in your dreams, all things come true, you can find the exception of the day. In the real plan of living you have that real pressure at work that makes you have not the way or the fast idea to answer to run up the trouble, In the dream, you'll have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for a case that you worked harder or studied a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, sometimes, I dream that my real desire comes get true. Not to be alone again, have a lot of friends by my side, have a real work and profession, have my real independence and liberty. In my case, I dream about things that are extremely essentials for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to realize and figure out about the solution of my problems of the day, try to figure out some kind of perfect plan to be a better person, a good man and a wonderfull lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can’t, so I stay awake all night long, trying to sleep but I can't do that,stay trying to not thinking in things that could make me fell bad, talking to my friends(some those that stay awake too at the same time), stay listening music(my preference is blues), trying to write a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last thing is the one that I most do in my silent night, write. I like to write all my feelings, my broken hearts, my trials, my singularities, my... I can describe with all of my heart, some like I received in my life, and, some like I would preffer to receive, from the other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, what can I tell for all is that a dream is just dream, but I need to dream to be strong and to maintain my conscience, my soul and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Dreams can mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, just realized that my Dreams one day must get to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 05.09.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-3534233537634849744?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/3534233537634849744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=3534233537634849744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/3534233537634849744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/3534233537634849744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreams-what-i-can-say-about-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SqLLTM0WoTI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/XPoBPO0F2E0/s72-c/n.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-1347005742814229192</id><published>2009-09-04T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:43:22.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lack of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My thoughts&lt;br /&gt;My will&lt;br /&gt;My way&lt;br /&gt;To feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since from the birth&lt;br /&gt;Of knowlegde from nowhere&lt;br /&gt;My pleasure ever was to be&lt;br /&gt;From a love that want to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of you&lt;br /&gt;Who gives lifetime to my mind&lt;br /&gt;Lack of you&lt;br /&gt;Who’s inside of my heart for ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts walk by&lt;br /&gt;My will won’t die&lt;br /&gt;My way of looking for&lt;br /&gt;To feel one love for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of you&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts&lt;br /&gt;My will&lt;br /&gt;To feel&lt;br /&gt;Desire..."&lt;br /&gt; (Trecho do Espetáculo Desejo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 04.09.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-1347005742814229192?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/1347005742814229192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=1347005742814229192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1347005742814229192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1347005742814229192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/09/lack-of-you-my-thoughts-my-will-my-way.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6566142490618785362</id><published>2009-09-03T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:02:18.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Sp--Ob4AUJI/AAAAAAAAA4I/OlbILq-UXeU/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377225635313766546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Sp--Ob4AUJI/AAAAAAAAA4I/OlbILq-UXeU/s400/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One day in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my first day in this kind of life, I’ve been looking for someone or something that could’ve given to me a grace to live as a man, as a person, as a creation of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve tried to walk around near by the sight of my eyes but all the time I’d not a good skill&lt;br /&gt;as a good searcher, so all this time in the past I’d redefined my way of thoughts and giving myself for the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in my life, I’d tried to keep myself closed for all, closed for my family, closed for my friends, closed for all. I’d realized that had done at first time with full succesfully, until the day I’ve met people who had given to me a new way of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new kind of life that could care of my heart, my soul, my body and mainly my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d fallen sometimes, I’d given up several times, I’ve just wandering for time by time without sight, all around the real world I’ve though known, and I’ve just fallen, as a weak man, as a simple human being, as a singular man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I’ve been thinking a lot of my life, my way of life, my loved family, my beloved oldest and newest friends, and have thinking up about all this things, all this wandering paths, all this people who care of me, who give to me their attention, and I’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done. One day in my life, asking for God answers of my prays, my asks, my fear and pain, my joy and tears... I’ve done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have hurted someone that’s really important part of my life now, and I’ve interested that continue to be, if my acts were a fool acts, if my words were acts of a man stupid hurts, I’ve been thinking all the time of the One day in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in my life that I’d say to the Lord that I’d been really happy at first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in my life, I’ve finally the joy to taste the happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of a friend, of a woman, of a beauty's Creation of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 03.09.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-6566142490618785362?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6566142490618785362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6566142490618785362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6566142490618785362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6566142490618785362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-day-in-my-life-since-my-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Sp--Ob4AUJI/AAAAAAAAA4I/OlbILq-UXeU/s72-c/DSC00045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-3071090221625879884</id><published>2009-09-02T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:14:38.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Sp59ODN0A9I/AAAAAAAAA4A/v7_egP7pGt0/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376872685461832658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Sp59ODN0A9I/AAAAAAAAA4A/v7_egP7pGt0/s400/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O Tempo Sempre tem o Poder de Mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, na sucessão de anos, dias, horas, momentos intermináveis de uma espera pelas decisões imprevisíveis do ser humano, na incerteza de sua vida, encontra-se suscetível a mudanças no mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre, em todo o tempo, na verdade, não se fecha a essas mudanças, nem se limita ao simples, pois o sempre pode mudar um dia, pode ser capaz de se confrontar com novas emoções ou velhas emoções um dia já criadas na incerteza de um carinho ou atenção. Em todo caso essas mudanças podem acontecer, envolvendo a noção do presente, de passado e de um futuro que é incerto, e nunca se restringe a uma única idéia ou pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem-se a vontade muitas vezes solitária do tempo, do querer, do sentir, do saber... A infinita vontade de se completar como pessoa mesmo na solidão, às vezes compele a erros de julgamento, desencontro de vontades, distanciamento de situações, esquecimento de um conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder encontrar a felicidade ao encontrar alguém que em sua magnitude, na perfeição da Criação Divina, seja capaz de criar o bem, com sua presença, com sua inteligência, no mínimo de atenção, não se limita a questões filosóficas ou de caráter emocional capaz de causar mal ou sentimento adverso ao da alegria, ao de carinho e ao de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudar, tornar-se diferente do que era ou parecia ser, é uma necessidade, uma prioridade para o ser humano que deseja o bem através do respeito a outrem, ao querer estar próximo de alguém que precisa de tempo para viver, para sentir, para conhecer. Mudar é a possibilidade do sacrifício humano de se querer estar com sem estar, apenas no direito de se encontrar a felicidade no que lhe é permitido, no momento sem tempo ou prazo determinado para novas mudanças, não se limitando a uma só pessoa, mas no querer de duas ou mais. Mudar é gostar, pois assim dá-se o caráter de se estar em perfeita vontade de se deixar levar pelo tempo nesse conhecer e não crer apenas no ontem, nem no hoje, mas estar aberto ao amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com fé em Deus, a vida se completa no seu tempo, momento e lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo sempre tem o poder de mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 02.09.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-3071090221625879884?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/3071090221625879884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=3071090221625879884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/3071090221625879884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/3071090221625879884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-tempo-sempre-tem-o-poder-de-mudar.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Sp59ODN0A9I/AAAAAAAAA4A/v7_egP7pGt0/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-9167006627731879012</id><published>2009-08-31T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:43:31.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SpvSxp_kHyI/AAAAAAAAA34/6TEXn_KSqZU/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376122330724704034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SpvSxp_kHyI/AAAAAAAAA34/6TEXn_KSqZU/s400/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não ser mais um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O mundo é provido de muitas situações que muitas vezes não enxergamos ou desejamos não enxergar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos motivados a tentar alcançar nossos objetivos com mérito do que somos, desejamos ser e principalmente pelo que conquistamos através de nossas qualidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não queremos ser mais um nesse mundo, bem como não desejamos apenas fazer parte de uma simples rotatividade de pessoas na vida dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não queremos apenas ser mais um a desfrutar de poucos momentos de prazer e beleza, bem como desfrutar das alegrias e aventuras que nos são propostas em uma simples manhã ou tarde de sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ser mais um é significar mais que um simples ouvidor, ou um simples observador da vida, não ser mais um é poder tentar se qualificar como um objeto importante na vida dos outros, trazendo a dádiva da alegria, da compreensão, do carinho e do amor, da simplicidade e da beleza, da saúde e da cumplicidade, do respeito e da vontade de se sentir bem e desejar o bem para o próximo e para quem se quer ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ser mais um pode significar erros e acertos, coisas em comum ou diferenças, mas nunca significam o afastamento do que em essência é a pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para isso precisamos saber o momento certo de começar, de recomeçar, de ser, de não ser, de tentar se aproximar ou de se afastar, de sentir ou suportar. Para o ganho da experiência, e do conhecer complexo do ser, é necessário a paciência, o respeito e principalmente a espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espera essa que é condizente com os desejos intrínsecos de não ser mais um, mas aquele que fará diferença no ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A espera é paciente, assim como o conhecer que se encanta com a beleza e determinação de um mundo que é tão belo e interessante capaz de aturdir a alma que se confunde com o corpo que está diretamente ligado ao coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ser mais um é ter a consciência de poder esperar o tempo dizer, que não será mais um, mas aquele que poderá fazer a diferença em uma vida, conquistando-a e a fazendo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não ser mais um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 31.08.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-9167006627731879012?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/9167006627731879012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=9167006627731879012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/9167006627731879012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/9167006627731879012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-ser-mais-um.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SpvSxp_kHyI/AAAAAAAAA34/6TEXn_KSqZU/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-5522336196244109572</id><published>2009-08-28T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T07:02:20.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Visão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visão do que se quer muitas vezes em nossa vida, torna-se incompleta em razão de não acreditarmos em nosso potencial de existência, de vida, de experiência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos limitamos a acreditar no que os outros pensam, no que os outros decidem ou imaginam, e deixamos de lado nossa capacidade de pensar, de sentir, de realizar, de acreditarmos em nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes devemos nos arriscar, arriscar a sermos nós mesmos no momento de indecisão, no momento em que mais seremos capacitados a viver, a concluirmos nossa vida, em distintas relações, relacionamentos, situações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual a visão que você tem de sua vida agora? Será que seria possível mudar tudo da noite para o dia com o simples pensar? Com a simples possibilidade de se reencontrar e nesse meio tempo encontrar a solução para problemas que pensava não existir, ou alegrias que não acreditava encontrar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre buscamos, sonhamos em encontrar nossa visão... e quando encontramos... pensamos, pensamos e pensamos... Qual a visão que eu tenho de minha vida agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 28.08.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/14674482-5522336196244109572?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/5522336196244109572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=5522336196244109572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5522336196244109572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5522336196244109572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/08/visao.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-7670217746211009708</id><published>2009-08-27T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:00:17.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SpaO-RLawpI/AAAAAAAAA3U/eLF9q468qT0/s1600-h/C%C3%A9u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374640405727593106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SpaO-RLawpI/AAAAAAAAA3U/eLF9q468qT0/s400/C%C3%A9u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;(Imagem retirada da internet) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O belo Céu do seu Olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sentidos se mesclam com sua beleza,&lt;br /&gt;Que encantam cada parte do meu ser,&lt;br /&gt;A vida se faz mais bela,&lt;br /&gt;O que revela&lt;/span&gt; o meu querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lindo contorno da noite e do dia,&lt;br /&gt;As lindas nuvens espalhadas pelo céu,&lt;br /&gt;A perfeição Divina de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Que se abraça à terra como um véu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A distância do ser na realidade,&lt;br /&gt;A ilusão de imagens do que se proclama,&lt;br /&gt;Os desejos outrora perdidos com o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Não apagam a memória de quem se ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O belo Céu do seu Olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Que me exalta, me alegra e me engrandece,&lt;br /&gt;Saber que de ti tenho certeza,&lt;br /&gt;Que teu amor me enaltece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Céu, terra, Olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Perfeição ao Sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 27.08.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-7670217746211009708?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/7670217746211009708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=7670217746211009708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7670217746211009708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7670217746211009708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/08/imagem-retirada-da-internet-o-belo-ceu.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SpaO-RLawpI/AAAAAAAAA3U/eLF9q468qT0/s72-c/C%C3%A9u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-5780315357644272462</id><published>2009-08-26T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:28:20.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SpU4SAV3oMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/2GBvFWI0OaY/s1600-h/DSC03495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374263612317081794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SpU4SAV3oMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/2GBvFWI0OaY/s400/DSC03495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“Oh Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acalma o coração desse seu servo,&lt;br /&gt;Alivia a sua dor,&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-o o caminho da verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-o o caminho do viver,&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-o o caminho da paciência,&lt;br /&gt;Alivia o seu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tira de seu coração esse aperto,&lt;br /&gt;Essa angústia que me fere a alma&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza que invade o seu ser&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda-me, alivia-me e me acalma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele se sente tão só&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento em que seu coração se encontra frio&lt;br /&gt;Sua alma se reflete em seu querer&lt;br /&gt;Sua vida se enviúva ao viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero respostas à minha súplica&lt;br /&gt;De um humilde servo de Ti,&lt;br /&gt;Que em busca da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Encontra-se em meio ao declínio dos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Está aqui para te servir&lt;br /&gt;E por fim o amor sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imploro-te, conceda-me a graça&lt;br /&gt;A graça de ser feliz novamente&lt;br /&gt;De um milagre que me conceda&lt;br /&gt;O conhecer, o despertar de uma chama&lt;br /&gt;Escuta seu Servo que tanto Te clama”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;André Poeta Martins 26.08.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-5780315357644272462?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/5780315357644272462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=5780315357644272462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5780315357644272462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5780315357644272462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-senhor-acalma-o-coracao-desse-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SpU4SAV3oMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/2GBvFWI0OaY/s72-c/DSC03495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-4020141509138351450</id><published>2009-08-24T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:53:36.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SpNdeH959OI/AAAAAAAAA3E/lCVgKYZSTCg/s1600-h/OgAAALPsbZZSe6uQhJpzYTLhn_qys8r6gMo5k0qfaGAF5pRFl9f0RLB5cdWgOmFwWL3pB7yJo1mFiJ--nN-vbNK6NJYAm1T1UJGw74Yp-gdyWX4bAYVrV-1U9VI5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373741552499291362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SpNdeH959OI/AAAAAAAAA3E/lCVgKYZSTCg/s400/OgAAALPsbZZSe6uQhJpzYTLhn_qys8r6gMo5k0qfaGAF5pRFl9f0RLB5cdWgOmFwWL3pB7yJo1mFiJ--nN-vbNK6NJYAm1T1UJGw74Yp-gdyWX4bAYVrV-1U9VI5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Coragem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria escrever sobre um assunto que hoje me falta, que estou tentando encontrar, que pretendo alcançar: coragem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes sinto-me na fragilidade de um ser humano que com o simples toque da incerteza, meu coração quebra em tantos pedaços capazes de se espalhar com a força do vento; às vezes sinto-me na necessidade de superar a intimidação de uma beleza capaz de aturdir meus pensamentos e decisões, tirando-me o sossego e a paz; às vezes sinto-me compelido a enfrentar o perigo de me afastar a poder estar próximo sem estar, um paradoxo que potencializa meu medo; às vezes sinto-me escravo da dor, por tantas vezes guardar para mim o que deveria ser exposto, dor que aplaca meu coração, minha alma, meu ser; e por fim, sinto-me com a infelicidade de ter medo de dizer o que deve ser dito, medo de ser quem sou, e por isso limitar-me no que poderia ser para alguém, medo de estar só novamente, de ter encontrado a felicidade e ela não ver, apenas sentir e ter, dor na incerteza da intimidação do perigo proposto pela dor do medo de estar só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definição de coragem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;“Coragem é a habilidade de confrontar o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Medo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Dor" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dor"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Perigo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perigo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;perigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Incerteza" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incerteza"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;incerteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Intimidação" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intimida%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;intimidação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;. Pode ser dividida em física e moral. O homem sem temeridade motiva-se a ir mais além. Enfrenta os desafios com confiança e não se preocupa com o pior. O medo pode ser constante, mas o impulso o leva adiante. Coragem é a confiança que o homem tem em momentos de temor ou situações difíceis, é o que faz viver lutando e enfrentando os problemas e as barreiras que colocam medo, é a força positiva para combater momentos tenebrosos da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Platão" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plat%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Platão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;, correlaciona coragem, razão e dor. A Coragem é o uso da razão a despeito do prazer. Coragem é ser coerente com seus principios a despeito do prazer e da dor.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fonte: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coragem"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coragem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por fim, tal palavra é a essência do que busco hoje para conseguir superar momentos, de incerteza, de indecisão. Momentos que pretendo ultrapassar, e combater com todas as minhas forças a dúvida de uma situação que vem atormentando meu ser, minha vida e minha alma. Meu coração? Não digo ser mais dono dele, apenas sobrevivo com o que ele quer sentir, no bater ininterrupto pelo que tanto quer sonhar, deseja imaginar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coragem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter coragem de ser mais forte, ser mais íntegro, ser mais sincero ao poder dizer que ao ver meu obstáculo do medo, poderia simplesmente dizer a verdade sem receio do que viria a acontecer, porém, se assim o fizesse, poderia acabar com algo que está sendo suficientemente superior a qualquer outra vontade já tida anteriormente, mas sofrida em minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim ainda sou um homem com medo, medo de encontrar a coragem de dizer que o que sinto não é mera casualidade, mera conveniência, mas sim o que vem presente na minha essência, no meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ser com ou sem coragem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 25.08.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-4020141509138351450?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/4020141509138351450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=4020141509138351450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4020141509138351450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4020141509138351450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/08/coragem.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SpNdeH959OI/AAAAAAAAA3E/lCVgKYZSTCg/s72-c/OgAAALPsbZZSe6uQhJpzYTLhn_qys8r6gMo5k0qfaGAF5pRFl9f0RLB5cdWgOmFwWL3pB7yJo1mFiJ--nN-vbNK6NJYAm1T1UJGw74Yp-gdyWX4bAYVrV-1U9VI5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-8961642171663332034</id><published>2009-08-22T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:34:33.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SpA5GUeOydI/AAAAAAAAA28/OokIkUsXr7M/s1600-h/DSC09737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372857136190507474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SpA5GUeOydI/AAAAAAAAA28/OokIkUsXr7M/s400/DSC09737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Onde... quando... porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Onde mais se precisa conhecer a si mesmo, mais deixamos de lado a séria relação do eu e o outro, quando mais se precisa conhecer a si mesmo, mais vivemos a conhecer a vida do outro e eu, porque quando mais se precisa conhecer a si mesmo, mais vivemos sem saber o que.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde era o momento de querer poder entender a tristeza que se propaga em um coração e que ao mesmo tempo acaba transpassando toda e qualquer falta de comunicação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando menos se imagina conhecer, mais se afasta, mais se distancia do que realmente é ou busca ser, dificultando muitas vezes o amadurecimento e o crescimento do ser como um todo, tentando enganar o próprio tempo mas sendo desmascarado pela cruel realidade que o cerca, que o deixa sem ânimo, sem razão, sem emoção, sem vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando se espera muito, existe a difícil interpretação de que merecemos o menos, ou o mais que um dia pudemos esperar, o mesmo se aplica ao momento em que se conhecer, ou conhecer a outro, não se define com os mesmos significados de divisão de autoridade, necessidade e conveniência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde existe a necessidade de ter notícias, que ao mesmo tempo tornam-se a insegurança do próprio ser inventivo que se torna ausente de qualquer criatividade pela própria ausência do conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tais eventos são diagnosticados, a solução para tal problema não pode ser elucidado por simples palavras, por simples emoções ou simples silêncio. Há mais do que isso necessário para se transformar a tristeza em alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ao conhecer a necessidade própria do ser, fixa a dependência em coisas e pessoas acabando por sofrer uma difícil bilateralidade de princípios, de emoções, cujos quais precisa-se impor limites para que as necessidades do todo não se prejudiquem por uma ou mais pessoas envolvidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto onde quer que se encontre seu próprio ser, quando você menos imagina conhecer-se profundamente a ponto de se arriscar com novas situações torna-se tão cruel quanto que se imagina conhecendo porque na desculpa de um silêncio de encontrar-se se encontra a solidão e isso torna o ser humano incompleto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O ser humano não foi criado para a solidão, tampouco para a tristeza, pois o ser humano é incompleto por essência sempre em uma busca incessante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 22.08.09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Soundtrack:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kids - Barney &amp;amp; Friends - Baby Bop's Favorites-Itsy-Bitsy Spider, Baby Bumblebee, Pat-A-Cake, - Run Jump Skip and Sing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-8961642171663332034?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/8961642171663332034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=8961642171663332034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/8961642171663332034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/8961642171663332034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/08/onde.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SpA5GUeOydI/AAAAAAAAA28/OokIkUsXr7M/s72-c/DSC09737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-7978170567785389914</id><published>2009-08-21T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:10:25.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/So6qhJIv6aI/AAAAAAAAA20/m8hYNMF6Scg/s1600-h/andr%C3%A9+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372418891864598946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/So6qhJIv6aI/AAAAAAAAA20/m8hYNMF6Scg/s400/andr%C3%A9+06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Gelo, frio, sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelo de uma noite que se tornou madrugada refletindo todas as necessidades do ser humano em se conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frio que invade a alma tentando buscar respostas para situações que não existem, necessidades do ser humano em se conhecer como ser, não como parte, não como um, mas como um todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho, algo difícil de descrever, quando sonho acordado em virtude de um frio que causa calafrios, de uma tendência a fugir de uma realidade, uma fagulha de fogo que se apaga com o gelo que incita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelo, frio, sonho... dia após dia de pensamentos e realizações, sonhos e ilusões, vontades e desventuras de um sonhador confesso em ser o que é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não imagino mais nada que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelo, frio, sonho..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Trecho do Espetáculo Desejo) 21.08.09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGMA 21.08.09&lt;/strong&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/14674482-7978170567785389914?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/7978170567785389914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=7978170567785389914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7978170567785389914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7978170567785389914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/08/gelo-frio-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/So6qhJIv6aI/AAAAAAAAA20/m8hYNMF6Scg/s72-c/andr%C3%A9+06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-1575033868533535614</id><published>2009-08-20T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:14:14.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/So1Ww4tfhTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/NoMMZKTIpxo/s1600-h/andr%C3%A9+73+TESTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372045328379774258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/So1Ww4tfhTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/NoMMZKTIpxo/s400/andr%C3%A9+73+TESTE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;VENDE-SE CELULAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há há há...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sátira ao celular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você imagina que seu dia não poderia ter sido tão ruim, ou melhor tão cansativo, apesar de que ele findou muito bem em termos tirando o fato que vou comentar, não se preocupe, porque surgirá algo que irá te deixar mais cansado ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um celular que não funcione direito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu tentando mandar uns sms de retorno profissional e também pessoal quando meu querido celular... puft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema não é o celular dar problemas, o problema não é o celular acionar problemas, o problema é que você imagina mandar uma simples e singular mensagem que se torna spams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De um numero que mandei, foram no mínimo várias... no critério pessoal, no critério profissional foram no mínimo mais várias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da primeira mensagem, espero que a linda pessoa tenha recebido minhas sinceras desculpas, várias vezes também, já que nessa manhã ainda perpetuava o singular problema de não funcionar direito esse CELULAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da segunda mensagem profissional, meu caro amigo me fez um favor, me deu a opção de mandar o celular para o lixo, já que era quase meia-noite e meia enquanto ele ainda estava recebendo mensagens, seja por causa do problema da primeira mensagem quanto das desculpas que por sinal, continuaram a serem enviadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora a dúvida cruel, será que mando mensagem para a operadora? A ponto de ela receber várias mensagens minhas até resolver minha situação? Ou jogo o celular no lixo? Dúvida cruel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem tiver outras soluções... me avise por favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços André Martins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Saldo dessa brincadeira, vários créditos a menos(o menor dos meus problemas), uma noite sem dormir(acostumado), e preocupações(que há muito não tinha mais).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 20.08.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-1575033868533535614?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/1575033868533535614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=1575033868533535614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1575033868533535614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1575033868533535614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/08/vende-se-celular-ha-ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/So1Ww4tfhTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/NoMMZKTIpxo/s72-c/andr%C3%A9+73+TESTE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-5472260520640942112</id><published>2009-08-17T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T06:47:18.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SolfIECo8hI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WWH_Xbt_X9I/s1600-h/andr%C3%A9+66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370928622744433170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SolfIECo8hI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WWH_Xbt_X9I/s400/andr%C3%A9+66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Faço novamente as palavras do grande Charles Chaplin... no dia de hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Se tivesse acreditado na minha brincadeira de dizer verdades teria ouvido verdades que teimo em dizer brincando, falei muitas vezes como um palhaço mas jamais duvidei da sinceridade da platéia que sorria."&lt;br /&gt;Charles Chaplin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 17.08.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-5472260520640942112?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/5472260520640942112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=5472260520640942112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5472260520640942112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5472260520640942112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SolfIECo8hI/AAAAAAAAA2k/WWH_Xbt_X9I/s72-c/andr%C3%A9+66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-8693793934047722282</id><published>2009-08-13T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:33:34.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SoTMXTVovWI/AAAAAAAAA2E/hle6ejX9v_w/s1600-h/DSC09742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369641356432555362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SoTMXTVovWI/AAAAAAAAA2E/hle6ejX9v_w/s400/DSC09742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ser... o pôr-do-sol... ser.. ser o que puder ser... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Às vezes nos limitamos a tentar entender o que somos sem imaginar que apenas resistimos ao que podemos ser, sem descobrir o real potencial de cada pergunta, para cada resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje limito-me a tentar descobrir o significado de certas palavras que para mim, podem ora ser limitadas a uma qualidade, ora ser limitadas a um defeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não enxergamos muitas vezes porque ficamos limitados ao nosso ser, limitados ao nosso mundo, às nossas mesmices e com isso passamos a interferir no ser do outro, delimitado pela liberdade com que podemos ou não intervir ou agir, sentir ou fugir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erro ao pôr-do-sol quando se imagina livre da lua, ou quando a própria lua se imagina livre do ser do pôr-do-sol que tenta ser um só e por fim tornam-se dois em um mesmo cenário de uma vida que se faz presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser... hoje o pôr-do-sol é tão difícil quanto ser a lua em certas circunstâncias, ser... ser o que puder ser, nem sempre através da busca de uma resposta para as dúvidas alheias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser então, o pôr-do-sol... ser... ser o que puder ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 13.08.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-8693793934047722282?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/8693793934047722282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=8693793934047722282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/8693793934047722282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/8693793934047722282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/08/ser.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SoTMXTVovWI/AAAAAAAAA2E/hle6ejX9v_w/s72-c/DSC09742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-4314488230638832376</id><published>2009-08-12T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:03:56.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SoOCd0aq-JI/AAAAAAAAA18/C_roUaLaUj4/s1600-h/DSC09787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369278629554092178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SoOCd0aq-JI/AAAAAAAAA18/C_roUaLaUj4/s400/DSC09787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não... não... não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não pensei que fosse acontecer novamente, não imaginava que o passado pudesse se fazer presente, mas com outra cara, outra roupagem, outro nome, outra situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim que percebi que a voz era diferente, mas o desejo era o mesmo, um frio na espinha se apossou de minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diferentes observações, chegando até mesmo ao cúmulo da ironia, mesmo sabendo dessas redundâncias descobri que estou prestes a cair, novamente no mesmo erro, ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso descobrir, preciso me prevenir, preciso novamente tentar fazer as coisas certas para que não surja o mesmo problema com a mesma e singular resolução capaz de me atirar no mais profundo abismo de meu coração, ou do dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, assim que à primeira vista, ou segunda ou terceira, que se apossou de meu coração lembrei-me de meus erros, de meus pecados, de minha tristeza e de minha solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero cair, não quero perdê-la; a vida não pode ser tão cruel, a história não pode ser reescrita de forma diferente? Deus! Ajude-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, novamente pensei que não fosse acontecer, ou não pensei que fosse acontecer novamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 12.08.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-4314488230638832376?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/4314488230638832376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=4314488230638832376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4314488230638832376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4314488230638832376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-pensei-que-fosse-acontecer.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SoOCd0aq-JI/AAAAAAAAA18/C_roUaLaUj4/s72-c/DSC09787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-2081515050156799986</id><published>2009-08-11T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:21:41.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SoI0vEIAnBI/AAAAAAAAA10/PqbkBwp3_Rk/s1600-h/andr%C3%A9+72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368911688944884754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SoI0vEIAnBI/AAAAAAAAA10/PqbkBwp3_Rk/s400/andr%C3%A9+72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"- Nada me faz tão triste que a visão da solidão, a visão de se estar só, sabendo que ama uma pessoa mas, estar só, imaginando-se completo estando incompleto; estar só e simplesmente sem respostas ao adeus de uma fase de minha vida, nada mais me faz tão triste."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Trecho do Espetáculo Desejo) 11.08.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-2081515050156799986?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/2081515050156799986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=2081515050156799986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2081515050156799986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2081515050156799986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/08/nada-me-faz-tao-triste-que-visao-da.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SoI0vEIAnBI/AAAAAAAAA10/PqbkBwp3_Rk/s72-c/andr%C3%A9+72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-7687148156631686795</id><published>2009-08-10T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:46:42.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SoDbbZ3tbDI/AAAAAAAAA1s/uyTYMCbRs5E/s1600-h/DSC09764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368532019673132082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SoDbbZ3tbDI/AAAAAAAAA1s/uyTYMCbRs5E/s400/DSC09764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Queria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder dizer-te que&lt;br /&gt;Ao conhecer-te não imaginava,&lt;br /&gt;Que definharia na solidão&lt;br /&gt;Que corromperia minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Que sentiria o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder dizer-te que&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentar-me ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir-te ao lado&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo ilusão, não vejo sonho&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o terno sentimento que me deixa feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder dizer-te que&lt;br /&gt;Ao te ver no milésimo segundo de minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sofrendo com a distância&lt;br /&gt;Momentaneamente no prazer de estar com você,&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder dizer-te algo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder dizer-te que,&lt;br /&gt;Por ti me apaixonei,&lt;br /&gt;Por ti me sinto novo,&lt;br /&gt;Por ti me sinto transformado,&lt;br /&gt;Por ti me sinto jovem,&lt;br /&gt;Por ti me sinto completo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 09/08/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-7687148156631686795?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/7687148156631686795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=7687148156631686795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7687148156631686795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7687148156631686795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/08/queria.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SoDbbZ3tbDI/AAAAAAAAA1s/uyTYMCbRs5E/s72-c/DSC09764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-2054867213366422283</id><published>2009-08-07T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:47:39.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SnzmjMMiFhI/AAAAAAAAA1c/N5HzqSCScs0/s1600-h/andr%C3%A9+69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367418348162389522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SnzmjMMiFhI/AAAAAAAAA1c/N5HzqSCScs0/s400/andr%C3%A9+69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... para o que eu quero imaginar, pensar e idealizar por você...&lt;br /&gt;... para todos os momentos em que sonhei poder estar ao seu lado e sentir sua pele...&lt;br /&gt;... para as lembranças de uma negação proferida de lábios que não eram teus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... para a beleza de seu olhar, o sedutor contorno de seu corpo esculpido por Deus...&lt;br /&gt;... para às vezes em que ao invés de acordar, mais quis me aprofundar no mais profundo sono acolhedor de minha alma, meu coração e meus sentimentos sinceros por ti...&lt;br /&gt;... para o dia em que a primeira vez te vi, me apaixonei, e que mais amei em minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... para o ontem que foi mais um dia de terrível tristeza por não estar ao seu lado...&lt;br /&gt;... para o hoje que me amaldiçôo por não estar ao seu lado sentindo seu sabor...&lt;br /&gt;... para o amanha que não quer chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 07&lt;/span&gt; 08 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-2054867213366422283?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/2054867213366422283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=2054867213366422283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2054867213366422283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2054867213366422283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SnzmjMMiFhI/AAAAAAAAA1c/N5HzqSCScs0/s72-c/andr%C3%A9+69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-772057456193289755</id><published>2009-08-04T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:17:35.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Snjqkuy6KYI/AAAAAAAAA08/MtHmWEUtsi0/s1600-h/andr%C3%A9+65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366296872769694082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Snjqkuy6KYI/AAAAAAAAA08/MtHmWEUtsi0/s400/andr%C3%A9+65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"- O tempo que passa, na espera de respostas que me consomem, no sonho que não acaba, na reverberação de dúvidas frias no calor de um amor cego à espera, de uma paixão à espreita, de uma resposta, singular resposta do que seria o amor, o início de uma paz ou o princípio de um inferno diante do céu que és, minha amada, doce tempo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Trecho do Espetáculo Desejo) 03.08.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-772057456193289755?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/772057456193289755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=772057456193289755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/772057456193289755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/772057456193289755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-tempo-que-passa-na-espera-de.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Snjqkuy6KYI/AAAAAAAAA08/MtHmWEUtsi0/s72-c/andr%C3%A9+65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-3425947099032027302</id><published>2009-07-29T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:08:53.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Assim é a vida... em seu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363852022162690386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SnA6_sjEkVI/AAAAAAAAAzU/bRajlpMYtwo/s400/h.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tempo de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... fazer algo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa manhã, esse tempo, essa vontade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... acordar, e imaginar a melhor forma de se aproveitar a vida,&lt;br /&gt;com alegria, com felicidade, em um misto de satisfação e prazer,&lt;br /&gt;sem sucumbir a sentimentos capazes de deprimir uma alma e&lt;br /&gt;afugentar o meu querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... crescer, conforme a vida e as responsabilidades surgem,&lt;br /&gt;conforme os compromissos são descritos, e a necessidade de&lt;br /&gt;ser algo mais que um simples ser humano ‘simples’&lt;br /&gt;sem a oportunidade de demonstrar o real valor&lt;br /&gt;do ser querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... conformar, com os obstáculos impostos, porém sem&lt;br /&gt;desistir da luta, sem deixar que vultos invisíveis&lt;br /&gt;tornem-se concretos, na invasão de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;que causam dor, causam emoções transponíveis&lt;br /&gt;na incondicional materialização do querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sofrer, apaixonar, sorrir, viver, amar, brincar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... crescer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 28.07.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-3425947099032027302?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/3425947099032027302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=3425947099032027302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/3425947099032027302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/3425947099032027302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/07/assim-e-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SnA6_sjEkVI/AAAAAAAAAzU/bRajlpMYtwo/s72-c/h.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-9174730212873604973</id><published>2009-07-25T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:45:31.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Utilidade Pública...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;__________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Investigações sobre passagens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;isentam deputados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se a Corregedoria da Câmara pedir a abertura de processo contra algum parlamentar por suspeita de venda de cota de passagens aéreas, esse será um feito inédito nas cercanias da Casa. Desde 2003, a Polícia Legislativa da Câmara fez pelo menos cinco investigações sobre comercialização de bilhetes destinados ao exercício dos mandatos parlamentares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Até hoje, só foram indiciados servidores e agentes de viagens envolvidos nas irregularidades com bilhetes aéreos. Segundo o diretor da Coordenação de Polícia Judiciária, Antônio Carlos de Abreu, nunca houve provas de que deputados sabiam do que era feito com a cota de passagens deles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(Fonte:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimosegundo.ig.com.br/brasil/2009/07/25/investigacoes+sobre+passagens+isentam+deputados+7493908.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://ultimosegundo.ig.com.br/brasil/2009/07/25/investigacoes+sobre+passagens+isentam+deputados+7493908.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;__________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um abraço a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Daqui a pouco Trekking na chuva... he he he...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 25/07/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-9174730212873604973?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/9174730212873604973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=9174730212873604973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/9174730212873604973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/9174730212873604973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/07/utilidade-publica.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-7082044225710129057</id><published>2009-07-24T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:06:11.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SmmxQfx24pI/AAAAAAAAAyE/pZVlBem8_RA/s1600-h/DSC09197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362011728327926418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SmmxQfx24pI/AAAAAAAAAyE/pZVlBem8_RA/s400/DSC09197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexta-Feira...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bom dia a todos! Sexta-feira, fim de mais uma semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O tempo parece estar correndo e ao mesmo tempo minha vida se esvaindo com esse tempo, tempo que a todo o momento nesse tempo me deixa sem tempo de estar com v...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de espera,&lt;br /&gt;Sentado em uma mesa,&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando sua chegada,&lt;br /&gt;Minimizando a impaciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditando em sua chegada,&lt;br /&gt;Desvendando minhas dúvidas,&lt;br /&gt;Temperando minha ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;Confrontando minha solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desencontrando com o medo,&lt;br /&gt;Ignorando a distância,&lt;br /&gt;Relativamente sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;Inevitavelmente são,&lt;br /&gt;Com todos os pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Alheios criados para você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como estou,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando e antes de mais nada&lt;br /&gt;sofrendo,&lt;br /&gt;Não pelo que não quero,&lt;br /&gt;Mas pelo que eu desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando o bem querer,&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando sua compania...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando você!&lt;br /&gt;(AGMA 30.09.09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...ontade de sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos uma ótima sexta-feira, que possam com o pouco de tempo nesse maravilhoso dia conseguirem cumprir com seus compromissos e por fim encontrarem a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 24.07.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-7082044225710129057?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/7082044225710129057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=7082044225710129057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7082044225710129057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7082044225710129057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/07/sexta-feira.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SmmxQfx24pI/AAAAAAAAAyE/pZVlBem8_RA/s72-c/DSC09197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-4879751847845703471</id><published>2009-07-23T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:48:26.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dia de Chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia mais belo de todos essa semana, ao sentir as gotas d’água caírem do céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao olhar pela janela, ver aquele tempo fechado, aquela nuvem carregada de água que pode lavar minha alma por mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais chuva, mais água, mais um dia, mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter coisas inteligentes para escrever nesse dia, mas apenas estou escrevendo o necessário para me acalmar, para me encontrar com a paz, nesse dia de chuva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma ótima quinta-feira para vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 23.07.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Hoje terei algo mais para vocês!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-4879751847845703471?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/4879751847845703471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=4879751847845703471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4879751847845703471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4879751847845703471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/07/dia-de-chuva-dia-mais-belo-de-todos.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-7224057089003358827</id><published>2009-07-21T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T06:40:48.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fim da Liberdade Provisória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada como passar três longos dias em liberdade provisória, mas foi tão pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Férias não deveriam se resumir a tão poucos dias, em tão poucos momentos de descanso, em tão poucas situações nesse período para dar um reboot na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, me integro novamente ao conjunto de fatores que me limitam a mais um período de minha vida em que terei que com forças e muita vontade persistir na conclusão de uma fase a fim de abstrair todos os problemas um dia impostos, para que na resolução desses problemas consiga encontrar a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 21.07.09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-7224057089003358827?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/7224057089003358827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=7224057089003358827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7224057089003358827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7224057089003358827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/07/fim-da-liberdade-provisoria-nada-como.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-7454006742364447175</id><published>2009-07-17T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:56:22.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sleepless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Boa madrugada a todos que estão de prontidão sem sono, curtindo uma insônia ou simplesmente como o meu caro amigo Fabricio disse agora a pouco em plena 02:40:00, "os homens sem sono - sleepless".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sem muitas palavras hoje também, mas a busca por criatividade continua, sem álcool há algumas horas na minha corrente sanguínea mas muita testosterona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sem muita criatividade, voltando da formatura de uma amiga minha e curtindo um pouco de dores que me fizeram sair mais cedo da festa, dores essas garanto que não emocionais mas físicas, admito físicas e emocionais, ah, nem sei... só sei que nem o Sonrisal me curou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Deixo poucas palavras hoje também como: o botão do play não é on off, o não beber não significa que não fique bêbado, açaí pode causar ressaca e como sempre, se passar o ônibus fique ao meu lado, eu garanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abraços, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fim de semana, sem postagem mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;André Martins 18.07.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PS: Ou posto se achar a criatividade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-7454006742364447175?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/7454006742364447175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=7454006742364447175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7454006742364447175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7454006742364447175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleepless-boa-madrugada-todos-que-estao.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-4050318464064645230</id><published>2009-07-16T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:35:36.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais um dia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mais um dia buscando por palavras, buscando por mudanças. Mudanças nas emoções que me afligem, mudanças de atitudes que me compadecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia de hoje foi bom. Nada a declarar que eu possa mudá-lo, mas simplesmente que eu possa desfrutá-lo. As amizades são as melhores coisas que o ser humano pode desfrutar nessa vida, a família também, porém as amizades, ah sim, elas parecem ter um gosto melhor, um sabor que você escolhe e não é escolhido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, não reclamo de minha família, tampouco aconselho que reclamem, apenas que pensem, como seria minha vida sem ela? Sem minha família seria o que sou hoje? Teria o que tenho hoje? O amor? O que seria o amor se eu não tivesse família?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso hoje novamente nas palavras, nas palavras que me definiriam, que me responderiam às perguntas que tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje posso escrever apenas poucas palavras: que 1,30 não é 1,80, dois potes de açaí não são o bastante, a boneca de boca redonda não é a mulher ideal, e que rir, hoje, rir, é a palavra que se transforma em minha vida, e que ajudou a me transformar mais um pouco no dia de hoje; sem esquecer, quando o ônibus passar fique ao meu lado, apenas ao meu lado e saberá o porque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGMA 17.07.09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-4050318464064645230?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/4050318464064645230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=4050318464064645230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4050318464064645230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4050318464064645230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/07/mais-um-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-72301477149988474</id><published>2009-07-15T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:56:55.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Voltando... mas por que escrever? Se nada tenho a oferecer por agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Essa manhã pensei comigo mesmo: “Quando vou criar coragem de escrever novamente? Nesse período em que me encontro em branco para criar algo... seja vontade, seja a junção de letras para criar uma palavra, ou a soma de palavras para criar uma oração?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a tarde, e novamente me perguntei: “Quando será que essa coragem voltará? A criatividade que está ausente? A vontade de escrever e nada para se escrever? Onde se encontram minhas emoções? Onde se encontram meus sentimentos?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim caiu a noite, e novamente por mais uma vez me perguntei: “Será que o sofrimento se foi para que eu não tenha nada para escrever? Será que a injustiça acabou? Será que meu coração parou?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí neste momento, descobri que ainda sofro no meu possível e ainda existe a injustiça, e o que me falta mesmo é a coragem de poder sair de meu mundo e novamente ver o mundo com olhos capazes de mudar, minha manhã, minha tarde, minha noite e por fim minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 15.07.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-72301477149988474?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/72301477149988474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=72301477149988474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/72301477149988474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/72301477149988474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/07/voltando.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-2553182057725868090</id><published>2009-06-03T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T06:11:34.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Folga!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;14 anos de maioridade! Ha ha ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abraços a todos e obrigado pelas felicitações!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;André Martins 03 06 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-2553182057725868090?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/2553182057725868090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=2553182057725868090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2553182057725868090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2553182057725868090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/06/hoje-folga-14-anos-de-maioridade-ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6665443672809763741</id><published>2009-06-02T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:42:22.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SiUsE3Y6NfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/eFMnlpLoCz8/s1600-h/DSC09261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342724995044488690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SiUsE3Y6NfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/eFMnlpLoCz8/s400/DSC09261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chegando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova idade chegando...&lt;br /&gt;Um novo ano que está chegando...&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova meta está chegando...&lt;br /&gt;Um novo ânimo que está por vir...&lt;br /&gt;Um novo desafio a chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucas horas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 02.06.&lt;/span&gt;09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-6665443672809763741?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6665443672809763741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6665443672809763741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6665443672809763741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6665443672809763741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/06/chegando.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SiUsE3Y6NfI/AAAAAAAAAw0/eFMnlpLoCz8/s72-c/DSC09261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-2220001756874839213</id><published>2009-05-29T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:28:45.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     "Meus pensamentos são em você, por mais que eu queira me enganar e enganar meu coração de que você não se tornou importante e fora apenas alguém que tive o prazer e desprazer em conhecer, minto, pois sei eu hoje que se meu coração bate, bate por ti, se hoje meus pensamentos voam, voam para você, se hoje sonho, meu sonho é você. Não sei como dizer, como deixar de te querer, como imaginar-me longe de ti, de seu carinho e preocupação, longe de seu coração, inteligência e contato."(AGMA 29.01.2009)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGMA 29.05.2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-2220001756874839213?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/2220001756874839213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=2220001756874839213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2220001756874839213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2220001756874839213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/05/meus-pensamentos-sao-em-voce-por-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-7638362267616491814</id><published>2009-05-25T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:33:24.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como será esse dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já acordou em uma manha e quando você menos a imaginasse fosse um misto de alegria e tristeza, um misto de ações e reações, um misto de raiva e mansidão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, essa manha está sendo um conjunto de sentimentos que parecem ter sido arremessados em um grande redemoinho capazes de me deixarem sem reação, com a ação da reação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, vamos ver como será até o almoço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços a todos,&lt;br /&gt;E uma ótima manhã de segunda-feira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;André Martins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-7638362267616491814?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/7638362267616491814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=7638362267616491814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7638362267616491814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7638362267616491814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/05/como-sera-esse-dia-voce-ja-acordou-em.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-5103326865601487061</id><published>2009-05-21T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:39:57.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/ShVZQM2FY7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/2gnGc3s50FI/s1600-h/DSC09222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338271068178441138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/ShVZQM2FY7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/2gnGc3s50FI/s400/DSC09222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Antes de imaginar-me só tão somente no momento em que persisti em descobrir o que a felicidade, amável felicidade que tem minha vida só reaparece em meio à solidão. Em meio à tristeza de ser um só sendo só em um ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A interminável busca pela perfeição do coração que outrora me traria a benção divina, a indigna previsão de uma vida que resiste em ser o que está ao lado, mais que uma solidão, mais que a perdição insólita de seu olhar, de seu querer, de seu sentir, na solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 20.05.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-5103326865601487061?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/5103326865601487061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=5103326865601487061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5103326865601487061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5103326865601487061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/05/solidao-antes-de-imaginar-me-so-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/ShVZQM2FY7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/2gnGc3s50FI/s72-c/DSC09222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-8615388008464368076</id><published>2009-05-19T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:16:29.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“Não! Você sabe o que eu quero ouvir novamente de você! Seu amor! Que mentira é essa? Que até hoje eu me lembro que você disse que nunca mais ousaria amar um homem como eu? Que nunca mais poderia olhar em meus olhos e dizer que me amava... Mentiras? Fruto de minha...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trecho do Espetáculo Desejo) 19.05.&lt;/span&gt;09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-8615388008464368076?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/8615388008464368076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=8615388008464368076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/8615388008464368076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/8615388008464368076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-voce-sabe-o-que-eu-quero-ouvir.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-5577951676336769221</id><published>2009-05-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T06:47:40.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Noite de Blues &amp;amp; Cerveja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336046071106052242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Sg1xoU1lIJI/AAAAAAAAAvM/KlY9lfY1fc8/s400/Blues+%27n+Beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa noite, que noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repentina noite que me tirou de casa, do meu sossego, das minhas ilusões, das minhas tristes e amargas lembranças de um dia que... prefiro não definir a princípio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melodia da guitarra aliada ao delicioso sabor da cerveja que matava minha sede, já que minhas ânsias e vontades somente poderiam ser suprimidas com o tempo, poderiam ao menos diminuí-las nesse momento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após perambular durante o dia sem a mínima percepção do que era certo ou errado, ou imaginando encontrar-me a esmo sem destino, com a mínima percepção de que poderia eu saber o significado da palavra paciência, resumo meu fim de noite em Blues &amp;amp; Cerveja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não sei definir, que dia teria sido o pior dia para mim essa semana, mas, nessa madrugada que se inicia tenho a máxima certeza e convicção que os acordes incrivelmente melodiosos de Stevie Ray Vaughan, estão complementando minha ânsia por um fim de dia que literalmente me encontrei em mais males que bem, com o pedido de perdão pela falta do que dizer, na simples vontade de estar como estou agora, em uma mesa de bar, ouvindo essa melodia, escrevendo em um guardanapo de papel e imaginando... imaginando... e imaginando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é perfeito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casado, no silêncio de uma alma, estava em óbito hoje, e assistir e escutar na tela fria e quase escura da parede de um bar o som de Stevie R.V. junto com Buddy Guy, com 3 garrafas vazias(a princípio) de cerveja, dizer que me detenho por agora para dar continuidade à minha necessidade de saciar minha vontade de estar sozinho nesse momento apenas com a melodia e a bebida e que finalizo essa minha noite repentina com um pensamento que para alguns seriam muito bem enquadrados no que venho vivendo, pensando, imaginando e buscando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pensamento agora seria: “Só sei que nada sei.”.(Sócrates)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uma noite de Blues &amp;amp; Cerveja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;André Poeta Martins.&lt;br /&gt;15-05-09 Sem hora determinada... apenas na madrugada desse dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-5577951676336769221?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/5577951676336769221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=5577951676336769221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5577951676336769221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5577951676336769221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/05/noite-de-blues-cerveja-essa-noite-que.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Sg1xoU1lIJI/AAAAAAAAAvM/KlY9lfY1fc8/s72-c/Blues+%27n+Beer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-2533828944433800306</id><published>2009-05-13T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:07:50.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Fragmentos do conhecer... by Poeta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335525795523193362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SguYcTQX6hI/AAAAAAAAAvE/mQsniS62rn0/s400/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando um homem conhecer uma mulher, não deveriam existir regras... apenas uma conduta apropriada para demonstrar seu carinho pela maravilhosa criação de Deus: A Mulher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Qual seria sua primeira reação ao me encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual seria sua primeira reação ao me encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer que descreva a minha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da forma como gosto de escrever muitas vezes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A princípio... antes de te encontrar... passaria em uma floricultura... e escolheria uma rosa única... mas a rosa mais linda... mais suculenta, a mais vermelha que eu encontrasse... que se confundiria com a cor de seus lábios no momento em que te encontrasse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim que comprasse a rosa... eu iria até onde estivesse... seja rodoviária... seja aeroporto...seja onde for... com pelo menos meia hora de antecedência... no mínimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu suaria frio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pensaria mil e uma coisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ficaria nervoso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansioso... aí no momento que anunciassem a chegada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu chegaria bem perto... e veria você descendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí... tudo ao meu redor ficaria inerte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só você teria movimentação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com seus cabelos... seu corpo lindo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorriso maravilhoso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu a veria com meus olhos como se estivesse vendo uma deusa descendo do céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você chegasse à terra no meio de meros mortais... como eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu chegaria todo tímido... olhando para o chão... ao mesmo tempo em que me atrevesse a levantar meus olhos por cada milímetro de seu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendo-te... sentindo seu perfume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo e imaginando a maciez de sua pele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por fim... Ao ouvir seu oi... eu simplesmente levantaria meu sorriso para você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daria meu oi... e ao entregar a rosa e te dar um abraço te diria bem no seu ouvido o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... não vou continuar a escrever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que diria logo apos essa minha introdução..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 14.05.2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-2533828944433800306?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/2533828944433800306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=2533828944433800306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2533828944433800306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2533828944433800306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/05/fragmentos-do-conhecer.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SguYcTQX6hI/AAAAAAAAAvE/mQsniS62rn0/s72-c/DSC00127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-2138605436353912436</id><published>2009-05-11T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:33:34.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Com que mentiras imagino que queiras novamente se aproximar de mim? Achas que vivo na cegueira? Que vou acreditar em todas as partes a parte de suas aventuras e desventuras sujas,  que transformaram-se em vontades podres quando não me queres mais? Compromissos inadi...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Trecho do Espetáculo Desejo) 12-05-2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-2138605436353912436?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/2138605436353912436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=2138605436353912436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2138605436353912436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2138605436353912436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/05/com-que-mentiras-imagino-que-queiras.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-943851084071914692</id><published>2009-05-06T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:23:25.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quarta... de cinzas? Ainda... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Se tivesse acreditado na minha brincadeira de dizer verdades teria ouvido verdades que teimo em dizer brincando, falei muitas vezes como um palhaço mas jamais duvidei da sinceridade da platéia que sorria."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Charles Chaplin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Tempo... mais que necessário para uma alma... mais que benéfico para o coração!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AGMA 21/08/2007 para os dias atuais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sem saber o que sentir e apenas esperar para sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Respostas que são esperadas eternamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;pela vontade iminente de meus pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Na alegria das perguntas que um dia foram feitas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;nas promessas de uma felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sem saber... apenas esperando...&lt;br /&gt;Confiando e esperando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Na paciencia de teu olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Na paciencia de seu sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Na paciencia de seu querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Na paciencia do meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sem saber... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo,em busca por descobrir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;descobrir como, o que, onde, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;quando poderei es...&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 25-04-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não se exige muito esforço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não se exige muita energia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não se exige muitos motivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sorrir não é apenas sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Exige sim a vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Exige sim o desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Exige sim o querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;O querer ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AGMA 11/02/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;Ser por ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sofrer por ser um Ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser... Sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;Se sofrer é ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E Ser sofre por ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser Sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sofre por Ser...&lt;br /&gt;Ser... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;É sofrer com o ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sofrer por um Ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ser...Ser... Sofrer... sofrendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AGMA 05/02/2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ou ainda estou sonhando acordado um pesadelo que não me deixa sonhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 07/05/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-943851084071914692?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/943851084071914692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=943851084071914692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/943851084071914692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/943851084071914692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/05/quarta.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-2637783349159649944</id><published>2009-04-28T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:55:55.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A distância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329964715235747010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SffWq0z-JMI/AAAAAAAAAu8/OdpNTHrEirQ/s400/Z1pul4gf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Todos nós sofremos com a distância... mas por que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Um mal necessário?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"- Por que? A distância me afasta do que mais desejei nessa vida, mas não, não posso, não posso mais possuir uma dor que nunca foi minha, um coração que nunca foi meu, que nunca me pertenceu.&lt;br /&gt;Não mais, da incomensurável paixão que queria ter sido amor, ou da inconstante face do amor que nunca foi translúcido para o meu ser, para o meu querer." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(Trecho do Espetáculo Desejo) 26-04-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Atenciosamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;André Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;29-04-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-2637783349159649944?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/2637783349159649944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=2637783349159649944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2637783349159649944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2637783349159649944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/04/distancia-todos-nos-sofremos-com.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SffWq0z-JMI/AAAAAAAAAu8/OdpNTHrEirQ/s72-c/Z1pul4gf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-7622661873121864727</id><published>2009-04-27T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:07:44.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Paciência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329355939262222242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SfWs_ZlXz6I/AAAAAAAAAus/KZ10LgFjUCk/s400/DSC07509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Essa manhã tentei acordar, às vezes sentindo estar com falta de ar, às vezes me imagino sem pensar, mas quando recobro minha consciência ao acordar, noto que realmente estive a sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho hoje com as possibilidades de uma busca completa pela felicidade, busco hoje por uma vontade finita de meu coração, busco hoje por respostas que são necessárias ao meu ser, à minha oração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje isso escrevo, não escrevo apenas por meu bel prazer, escrevo porque preciso dizer, que existem momentos e vontades que nos são mostrados, mas mesmo com toda a nossa certeza, nunca teremos certeza se será da nossa vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino-me na solidão há muito tempo, na escuridão de meus pensamentos há anos, e hoje como uma luz a fulgurar meus anseios, sinto-me na vontade de conhecer, conhecer, e por assim entender, ao perguntar, as respostas que um dia posso ter, e que por Ele, um dia a felicidade possa me trazer... a felicidade que por toda a minha vida estive a esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"The Blower's Daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(Damien Rice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and so it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;just like you said it would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;life goes easy on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and so it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the shorter story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;no love no glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;no hero in her skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and so it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;just like you said it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;we'll both forget the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and so it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the colder water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the blower's daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the pupil in denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;did I say that I loathe you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;did I say that I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;leave it all behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i can't take my mind off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;my mind'til I find somebody new"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não quero cometer os mesmos erros do passado, não quero possuir os mesmos vícios que um dia me afastaram a felicidade, me afastaram e me encaminharam para a solidão, para a tristeza e para a simples situação do meu ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por hoje não mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por agora temporariamente, me fecho ao conhecer, por hoje temporariamente, me imponho a novas mudanças, por hoje satisfatoriamente, por vontade própria e livre arbítrio, desejo mudanças, para que nessas mudanças, minhas respostas sejam atendidas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atenciosamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;André Martins.&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 27-04-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-7622661873121864727?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/7622661873121864727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=7622661873121864727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SfWs_ZlXz6I/AAAAAAAAAus/KZ10LgFjUCk/s72-c/DSC07509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6859392089233996141</id><published>2009-04-24T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T05:56:44.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Momento de calma e busca pela paciência ao que se refere conhecer... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Algo que escrevi há algum tempo... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;“O coração que grita rasgando todas as feridas que jorram lágrimas de sangue, ao mal servido pela insatisfação de um mundo vil e egoísta destinando o ser ao nada, de uma escuridão, e uma tristeza e canto desafinado de uma vida sem vida, um coração sem amor...” AGMA 24.10.2008 &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A todos, estou de volta, semanas e dias corridos bem como sentimentos e dúvidas sofridos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Abraços André Martins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-6859392089233996141?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6859392089233996141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6859392089233996141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6859392089233996141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6859392089233996141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/04/momento-de-calma-e-busca-pela-paciencia.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-996079865834047956</id><published>2009-04-08T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T06:30:56.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Linda Menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Linda menina&lt;br /&gt;Com voz suave&lt;br /&gt;Corpo de mulher&lt;br /&gt;Bela por Natureza&lt;br /&gt;Sonhadora e Companheira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda menina&lt;br /&gt;Amiga e sincera mulher&lt;br /&gt;Que por fim minha atenção conquistou&lt;br /&gt;Mulher amiga,&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonante e apaixonada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda menina-mulher&lt;br /&gt;Que não vivo sem sua voz&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo sem sua imagem&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto sem o seu sentir&lt;br /&gt;Não quero nada a não ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 06.04.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Não sei até onde encontro forças para continuar a fantasia da realidade que cada dia se perpetua em minha vida, porém sei onde encontro as dores que conseguem me deixar sem meu sono, sem minha fome, sem minha paz, sem meu amor..." AGMA 08.04.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-996079865834047956?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/996079865834047956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=996079865834047956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/996079865834047956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/996079865834047956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/04/linda-menina-linda-menina-com-voz-suave.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-5262342450002164909</id><published>2009-04-03T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:49:51.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Onde estás?&lt;br /&gt;(Parte Final)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento me lembrar de como chegamos à nossa cama, como encontramos nossos corpos nus naquela noite, como aproveitamos nossos desejos e ímpetos nessa paixão que ultrapassava o tempo, espaço e sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raciocinei, e novamente constatei novos fatos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri aquela mesma carta embaixo desse travesseiro intacto pelo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei novamente sua carta de despedida... mais uma vez ao tentar solucionar onde ela estava... quando ela surgiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela carta de despedida, escrita há anos atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderia ser de mentira, uma falsa tentativa de desculpas por não estar ali, uma ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma farsa, poderia ser também insanidade minha, pois ela entrará no próximo segundo por aquela porta, com o corpo nu, suado de uma noite de amor e prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela não entra...&lt;br /&gt;Estou ainda deitado.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda imaginando o porquê!&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me lembrando de você!&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me perguntando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estás?&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez em minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebo que estou só e novamente entro em um sono profundo naquela cama de hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Esperando respostas suas de onde estás...&lt;br /&gt;No céu ou no inferno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AGMA 21.09.2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-5262342450002164909?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/5262342450002164909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=5262342450002164909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5262342450002164909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5262342450002164909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/04/onde-estas-parte-final-tento-me-lembrar.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-4514341062747112566</id><published>2009-04-01T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T06:33:02.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Onde estás?&lt;br /&gt;(Parte 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...todas as manhãs entra por aquela porta vestida apenas com a linda beleza que Deus lhe deu? Linda, deslumbrante em toda sua nudez e com o sorriso maroto mais belo e maravilhoso desse mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas percebo outra coisa que me deixa mais apreensivo ainda, percebo que suas roupas não estão onde costumam estar todas as manhãs, imagino, e vem um turbilhão de dúvidas sem respostas de como poderia ter acontecido isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se há poucas horas tivemos o maior prazer em nossas vidas entrelaçando nossos corpos como singulares criações de Deus em busca da felicidade?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O travesseiro como aspecto de ter sido usado, as roupas não mais no mesmo lugar, ela não entrando por aquela porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que por amor de Deus está acontecendo conosco?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AGMA 21.09.2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(continua&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-4514341062747112566?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/4514341062747112566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=4514341062747112566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4514341062747112566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4514341062747112566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/04/onde-estas-parte-2.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-1524832718052113686</id><published>2009-03-26T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T05:24:19.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Onde... onde... onde... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Queridos amigos e amigas, ando em um momento de muitas preocupações e ocupações, dias em que ficar acordado torna-se a menor de minhas preocupações, torna-se a menor das minhas dores, chega a ser minha penitência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apreciem a primeira parte desse conto que posto a vocês, e esperem pela sua continuação, que garanto será bem interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é um conto que escrevi há algum tempo atrás, mas que em nada mostra-se desatualizado com as situações do dia a dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde estás?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Parte 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao acordar, a primeira reação instintiva que tive foi a mais natural do mundo. Acariciar minha amada que todos os dias consegue me dar a felicidade e todas as noites preenche minha vida com o prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas percebo algo... ela não está.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O travesseiro de alguma forma parecia intacto, mas ao mesmo tempo aparentava um aspecto de ter sido usado, minimamente, mas usado por ela, imagino eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Preocupei-me com essa situação, algo que fugia do meu cotidiano, pois ela nunca havia me deixado sem o prazer ao ficar ao meu lado, ao dormir comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Ainda deitado perdia a vontade súbita de viver, de levantar-me após tal constatação, com medo de não saber o que pensar, o que raciocinar, como agir diante da minha quase solidão nesse instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Onde estaria minha amada que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AGMA 21.09.2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(continua)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Espero que tenham um ótimo dia, bem como aproveitem sua vida da melhor maneira possível já que temos apenas uma vida, e não podemos deixar que os “se’s” nos limitem a encontrar a felicidade, o carinho e o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGMA 26.03.2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-1524832718052113686?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/1524832718052113686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=1524832718052113686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1524832718052113686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1524832718052113686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/03/onde.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-8800883928013777558</id><published>2009-03-25T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T06:31:41.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leis... leis... e leis...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer com tantas leis se elas não são seguidas dentro do ordenamento jurídico e simplesmente são esquecidas por pessoas que por ela são eleitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes paro e penso um pouco, não, paro e penso muito sobre isso, até onde vai a dignidade da pessoa humana em um país que somente sendo injusto para se encontrar a justiça, somente sendo desigual para ser igual e somente sendo único para não ser alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico imaginando como as pessoas são felizes ou eram felizes antigamente, quando era mais fácil de se argumentar um desejo ou uma vontade, era sim ou não, e não como hoje com vários talvez, quem sabe, quem me dera, pode ser, até a próxima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer com tantas leis se elas não são seguidas, mas simplesmente são divididas em uma mesma massa populacional e assim também são ditas como certas e incorretas, incertas e corretas, justas na sua injustiça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Leis... leis... e leis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 25.03.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-8800883928013777558?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/8800883928013777558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=8800883928013777558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/8800883928013777558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/8800883928013777558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/03/leis.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6164765575416985164</id><published>2009-03-24T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:41:30.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Confissão Online...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ontem em um ‘evento’ descobri um meio de se diminuir as filas de confissão na igreja, através de uma conversa informal, admito que não foi conversa informal, mas foi exatamente uma escuta informal de uma conversa que era realizada no banco atrás de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegar em meados de Páscoa, aquele movimento da Igreja com o intuito de ajudar o fiel a se redimir dos pecados a tempo de conseguir passar a data em paz consigo mesmo tem seus pós e contras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na medida em que existem momentos e momentos de se confessar ou exercer seu credo, a atenção é uma prioridade nessas situações, porém não respeitada na sua maioria, principalmente quando pode-se até equiparar as filas monumentais nesses dias de confissão com a própria fila do SUS, do qual você espera quase mais de horas, e quando chega ao médico  em menos de um minuto já tem seu diagnóstico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louvável a idéia de se conseguir movimentar tantas pessoas nessa época, porém uma falha muito grande ser em um dia apenas, já que todos somos seres humanos e nos cansamos às vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confissões Online... essa é a solução!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.confissoesonline.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;www.confissoesonline.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acesse você também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 24.03.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-6164765575416985164?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6164765575416985164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6164765575416985164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6164765575416985164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6164765575416985164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/03/confissao-online.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-4150770472386587716</id><published>2009-03-23T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:30:42.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Indignação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes as coisas que se passam à nossa volta nos traz um sentimento de injustiça e indignação, seja em casa ou fora dela, seja no trabalho ou em sala de aula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes nos indignamos e ficamos quietos e aceitamos totalmente inertes a situação que nos foi interpelada, ou que simplesmente nos cause um dano que não nos é apenas visto e quisto mas também nos é de certa forma normal nos dias de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como vivemos em um mundo cheio de diferenças, assim como pensamos que vivemos em um mundo moderno, muitas das vezes que nos são dispostos a tecnologia, nos é tirado em meio ao ultrapassado modo com que mentes arcaicas ausentes de cérebro tentam manipular as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje como mais um dia em minha vida fico indignado pela injustiça como muitas coisas são jogadas ao ar e como um mero acaso, me traz a total falta de ação por razões de justiça e ordem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 23.03.2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-4150770472386587716?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/4150770472386587716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=4150770472386587716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4150770472386587716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4150770472386587716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/03/indignacao-as-vezes-as-coisas-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-5859093342377955739</id><published>2009-03-19T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:22:38.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desejo... por Ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Não desejaria mais que a vida ao seu amor...&lt;br /&gt;intolerante... deturpado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Caminhando pelas lembranças de sua presença... ainda vivas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Quem ou o que é você? Perguntava-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- O sentido e a importância de tal resposta seria a consumação de uma vida plena de ódio na exumação de um sentimento perdido pelo próprio tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Sepultado pela própria dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Execrável, defenestrador, indigente, salutador de infame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Ressentida pela busca incessante... arrependia-se a cada momento ao seu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Por que?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Assim... nada... responda... nada... correspondia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- O estupro da mente reverbera o incontrolável desejo de um sórdido sentimento que ao dúbio acaso, das cinzas para o inferno incapacitava os sentidos perdidos por um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Não desejaria mais que sua vida à sua dor...&lt;br /&gt;implacável... renegada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Caminhando pelas lembranças mórbidas da presença de um desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- ... intolerante... deturpado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 26.05.2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-5859093342377955739?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/5859093342377955739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=5859093342377955739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5859093342377955739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5859093342377955739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/03/desejo.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6108523656754962536</id><published>2009-03-17T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T05:19:23.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lábios do Adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adormeces&lt;br /&gt;O véu da noite cobre o teu corpo; o silêncio deita&lt;br /&gt;o teu sono; a lua clareia os teus sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;E eu me envolvo na tua lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhces&lt;br /&gt;Os primeiros raios do sol invadem o teu despertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;acariciam o teu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;E eu me revolto na saudade&lt;br /&gt;É o frio invadindo o meu quarto; é o calor invadindo&lt;br /&gt;o meu medo.&lt;br /&gt;É sobra de solidão na minha alma; é um gesto de saudade&lt;br /&gt;no meu leito...&lt;br /&gt;... E beijando a minha esperança, os lábios do adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(‘A Esperança na palavra’ de José Thimótheo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-6108523656754962536?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6108523656754962536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6108523656754962536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6108523656754962536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6108523656754962536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/03/labios-do-adeus-adormeces-o-veu-da.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6212037055656449884</id><published>2009-03-13T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T04:44:46.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A volta... a chegada... o desejo... em viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A volta para a felicidade no desejo de se viver com a chegada da pessoa que te faz feliz, muitas vezes não acontece da noite para o dia, muito menos quando você imagina se existe ou não a palavra e o significado real da palavra felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chegada para essa felicidade muitas vezes é distorcida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(continua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 13 março de 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-6212037055656449884?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6212037055656449884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6212037055656449884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6212037055656449884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6212037055656449884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/03/volta.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-1082925223581276625</id><published>2009-02-26T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:35:54.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Sadr2IwMncI/AAAAAAAAAuc/AUfv_-OXw-k/s1600-h/DSC09003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307329263686163906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Sadr2IwMncI/AAAAAAAAAuc/AUfv_-OXw-k/s400/DSC09003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Volto hoje, após um período parado por causa de um feriado que oportunamente esse ano não vem mais, me atormentar, me explorar, me trazer péssimas lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Volto hoje, apesar de não me sentir bem, apesar de meu coração se encontrar confuso, apesar de se encontrar preso e atormentado, ao mesmo tempo que imagino, querer a sua libertação, desejo que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Volto hoje, apenas imaginando, imaginando... o...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hoje...ontem... amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hoje... ontem... amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou feliz&lt;br /&gt;porque ontem te conheci...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje estou feliz&lt;br /&gt;porque amanhã tenho a chance de te ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje estou feliz&lt;br /&gt;porque hoje penso em você...&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 27/01/2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por hoje já basta, para amanhã ainda não sei, para o agora, vou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"A mais triste lembrança de meu coração é o momento em que descobri que sou capaz de amar..." AGMA 26/02/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-1082925223581276625?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/1082925223581276625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=1082925223581276625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1082925223581276625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1082925223581276625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/02/volto-hoje-apos-um-periodo-parado-por.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/Sadr2IwMncI/AAAAAAAAAuc/AUfv_-OXw-k/s72-c/DSC09003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-223102979732597170</id><published>2009-02-19T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:55:20.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SZ43XcJFkpI/AAAAAAAAAuM/3aZgELfacyg/s1600-h/DSC08629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304738286919848594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SZ43XcJFkpI/AAAAAAAAAuM/3aZgELfacyg/s400/DSC08629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alegria e Tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria de mais um dia&lt;br /&gt;Ao nascer da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Ao desabrochar das flores&lt;br /&gt;Sentir você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza de mais um dia&lt;br /&gt;Ao findar o dia&lt;br /&gt;Ao encerrar da beleza&lt;br /&gt;Deixar-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria de mais uma noite&lt;br /&gt;Ao sonhar acordado&lt;br /&gt;Ao ter um único momento sóbrio&lt;br /&gt;Sóbrio por querer me embriagar de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza de mais uma noite&lt;br /&gt;Ao pesadelo quando fechar meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Ao me distanciar mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;Tão somente de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria e Tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;Sonho ou delírio&lt;br /&gt;Pesadelo ou imaginação&lt;br /&gt;Amor ou paixão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza e Alegria&lt;br /&gt;Viver sem você&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o seu viver&lt;br /&gt;Embriagar-me por você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 20/02/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-223102979732597170?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/223102979732597170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=223102979732597170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/223102979732597170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/223102979732597170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/02/alegria-e-tristeza.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SZ43XcJFkpI/AAAAAAAAAuM/3aZgELfacyg/s72-c/DSC08629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6942040236330372845</id><published>2009-02-18T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:55:31.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SZzltyOBKrI/AAAAAAAAAt0/eYN3azJO6lI/s1600-h/DSC08240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304367035873045170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SZzltyOBKrI/AAAAAAAAAt0/eYN3azJO6lI/s400/DSC08240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boa madrugada a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hoje estou aqui, mas não sei por quanto tempo, estou sem palavras porque essas duas semanas foram meio que corridas e terríveis ao mesmo tempo para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso me reanimar, preciso novamente escrever, e o estou fazendo mas não para vocês, pois por agora estou escrevendo para mim, para que eu possa me reanimar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser vir junto que venha, quem quiser ler, que leia, quem quiser me ajudar que me ajude, mesmo sabendo que hoje o que escrevo é para mim, sempre terei lugar para que vocês possam participar e fazer o necessário em me ajudar para que minha criatividade não tenha fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui uma linda definição do que é ser um Poeta, de um dos livros que venho lendo desde o começo de minhas férias, quem sabe através de algumas definições, possa eu novamente sentir o prazer em não apenas escrever, mas sim em ser ao escrever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 19/02/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Poeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser poeta&lt;br /&gt;é nascer&lt;br /&gt;e dominar a vida&lt;br /&gt;como se a vida fosse&lt;br /&gt;uma bolha de sabão&lt;br /&gt;que se assopra&lt;br /&gt;e se estoura&lt;br /&gt;quando quer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser poeta&lt;br /&gt;é conhecer o amor&lt;br /&gt;em todas as facetas;&lt;br /&gt;é arrancar do céu,&lt;br /&gt;com as aproprias mãos,&lt;br /&gt;a lua,&lt;br /&gt;para clarear apenas&lt;br /&gt;algum canto de rua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser poeta&lt;br /&gt;é consagrar, sorrindo,&lt;br /&gt;Natal e Primavera;&lt;br /&gt;é, desejando a paz,&lt;br /&gt;saber&lt;br /&gt;lutar por ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter no peito a fé.&lt;br /&gt;nos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;a esperança&lt;br /&gt;e desenhar nas cores da Bandeira&lt;br /&gt;a Humanidade inteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É possuir – sem ter;&lt;br /&gt;guardar-se – sem alcançar&lt;br /&gt;e existir – sem ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser poeta –&lt;br /&gt;sobretudo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;é sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;é sonhar... é sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Suavidade de Rute Miranda Sirilo)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“Queria poder não escrever apenas uma palavra, mas sim um livro, que pudesse descrever o que sinto agora, no mais doloroso dos meus sentimentos, na mais triste visão de meus atos, na mais deplorável situação em que me encontro...” AGMA 18/02/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-6942040236330372845?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6942040236330372845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6942040236330372845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6942040236330372845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6942040236330372845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/02/boa-madrugada-todos-hoje-estou-aqui-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SZzltyOBKrI/AAAAAAAAAt0/eYN3azJO6lI/s72-c/DSC08240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-2499413593919302706</id><published>2009-02-06T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:16:24.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SY01GIqJ37I/AAAAAAAAAts/0yq5O75snWo/s1600-h/DSC08696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299950716004720562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SY01GIqJ37I/AAAAAAAAAts/0yq5O75snWo/s400/DSC08696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ser... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sofrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ser por ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sofrer por ser um Ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ser... Sofrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se sofrer é ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E Ser sofre por ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ser Sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sofre por Ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ser... Sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É sofrer com o ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sofrer por um Ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ser... Sofrer... sofrendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 05/02/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-2499413593919302706?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/2499413593919302706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=2499413593919302706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2499413593919302706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2499413593919302706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/02/ser.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SY01GIqJ37I/AAAAAAAAAts/0yq5O75snWo/s72-c/DSC08696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6836753956849631820</id><published>2009-02-06T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T05:15:24.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SYw3goqi5VI/AAAAAAAAAtk/azbEEVVnA5s/s1600-h/DSC08208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299671895319438674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SYw3goqi5VI/AAAAAAAAAtk/azbEEVVnA5s/s400/DSC08208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em Breve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com vocês a nova novela mexicana feita aqui... sim... no Brasil!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamada: "Regras... Para que regras? Se tudo dá-se um jeito! Um jeito fácil de se resolver sem muitos questionamentos e principalmente aliviando alguns fardos..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observação: E por incrível que pareça com características próprias para se colocar o nome de uma novela tão grande... Uau! Que legaU! E não L...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 06/02/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-6836753956849631820?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6836753956849631820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6836753956849631820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6836753956849631820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6836753956849631820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/02/em-breve-com-voces-nova-novela-mexicana.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SYw3goqi5VI/AAAAAAAAAtk/azbEEVVnA5s/s72-c/DSC08208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-5612022967066298856</id><published>2009-02-02T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:34:10.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SYdmMHXF89I/AAAAAAAAAtU/YP9CWQQWV2U/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298315844945048530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SYdmMHXF89I/AAAAAAAAAtU/YP9CWQQWV2U/s400/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viagem aos Sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(corrida contra o tempo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fosse a dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fosse a dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não seria ela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha criação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha amante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;minha amada vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu amado coração,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apenas minha querida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AGMA 29/01/2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-5612022967066298856?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/5612022967066298856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=5612022967066298856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5612022967066298856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5612022967066298856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/02/viagem-aos-sentimentos-corrida-contra-o.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SYdmMHXF89I/AAAAAAAAAtU/YP9CWQQWV2U/s72-c/DSC00157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-199873961199191790</id><published>2009-01-29T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:30:06.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SYJzvvC1sTI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Or1A_T7rCJs/s1600-h/evans_wing_331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296923375660544306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SYJzvvC1sTI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Or1A_T7rCJs/s400/evans_wing_331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Mulher Anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Existem mulheres na terra,&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma mulher no céu,&lt;br /&gt;Mulher do topo,&lt;br /&gt;Da mais bela visão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem homens que gostam de mulheres,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que não as tratam com carinho e respeito.&lt;br /&gt;Enganam-se ao dizer o que querem,&lt;br /&gt;E somente pensam nas mulheres como um engano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe um homem que as ama,&lt;br /&gt;Que a trataria como a um anjo.&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher anjo sem asas, bela e exuberante lá do topo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A interessante arte de se conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Um Anjo Mulher&lt;br /&gt;É jamais poder esquecer seu sorriso, olhar e coração,&lt;br /&gt;Que torna-se a síntese de minha pequena oblação&lt;br /&gt;Para tamanha perfeição&lt;br /&gt;Na forma que Deus fez sua criação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 28/01/2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-199873961199191790?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/199873961199191790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=199873961199191790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/199873961199191790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/199873961199191790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/01/mulher-anjo-existem-mulheres-na-terra.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SYJzvvC1sTI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Or1A_T7rCJs/s72-c/evans_wing_331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-7499116317873457229</id><published>2009-01-26T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:23:05.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SX57u5js8JI/AAAAAAAAAs8/2j5MDYwQFR4/s1600-h/DSC08383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295806257489047698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SX57u5js8JI/AAAAAAAAAs8/2j5MDYwQFR4/s400/DSC08383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esse poema é dedicado a uma mulher incrível e interessante que se faz hoje presente na moribunda vida do homem que aqui escreve. Ela me dá atenção e minha atenção é dela: da mulher, menina, amiga, mãe, e principalmente Anjo hoje na minha vida... Um Anjo Sem Asas, mas tão bela capaz de curar todo o meu passado triste... imaginando um fut...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Anjo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que do céu trouxe a alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que do céu trouxe a esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que do céu trouxe a energia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De ser feliz mais um dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anjo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do carinho que trouxeste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do olhar que me cativaste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do sorriso que me destes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;das lágrimas que derramaste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A alegria me apresentaste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anjo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que ao cair sofreu com a dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com a dor que trouxe feridas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas que no tempo certo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;serão um dia esquecidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anjo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de tão bela &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de tão inteligente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trouxeste nova vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a esse pobre homem que um dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esquecera o que é vida." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AGMA 15/12/2008&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/14674482-7499116317873457229?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/7499116317873457229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=7499116317873457229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7499116317873457229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7499116317873457229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/01/esse-poema-e-dedicado-uma-mulher.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SX57u5js8JI/AAAAAAAAAs8/2j5MDYwQFR4/s72-c/DSC08383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-3851050367550952577</id><published>2009-01-23T22:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:14:15.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SXqvtx3salI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ptkg03jzb7M/s1600-h/DSC08301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294737512943348306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SXqvtx3salI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ptkg03jzb7M/s400/DSC08301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pequena pausa para o segundo fato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Para uma pessoa especial...Um anjo não precisa de asas para ser anjo, apenas precisar ser o que Deus criou: Bela, inteligente, interessante e viva! Em todos os aspectos, é um anjo!Um anjo sem asas, que do céu desceu e minha voz emudeceu! Todos somos passíveis de tamanha beleza mas será que todos temos o direito de vê-la...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AGMA 22/01/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Reboot...Acordar pela manhã e descobrir que sua vida pode ser mais do que já é vivida.Acordar pela manhã, ao lado de pessoas que te querem bem.Acordar pela manhã, e descobrir que você é especial, em seus dons, em suas atitudes e principalmente em sua essência.Ao se deitar, conseguir ouvir seu coração batendo ininterruptamente, mas batendo o compasso que diz, o quanto sua vida vale a pena, o quanto você foi, é e torna-se especial para os outros.Reboot... em minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AGMA 19/01/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Perguntas...Perguntas surgem com a intenção de terem respostas, mas as vezes não conseguimos nem esboçar palavras inteligíveis capazes de organizar uma frase, uma oração, um simples acordo de sentimentos... aí das perguntas que queremos fazer, surgem apenas as reticências de uma resposta não dada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AGMA 14/01/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cansado...Cansado de ser usado, cansado de ser mal amado, cansado das pessoas quererem algo e depois descartarem, cansado de ser eu, cansado de ser outro, cansado de ser... ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AGMA 13/01/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;VontadeMinha vontade independe da vontade dos outros, minha vontade de querer ser feliz, independe dos outros, minha vontade de alcançar meus objetivos independe dos outros, minha luta por querer ser melhor independe dos outros, só dependo dos outros em um sentido, poder querer e ter vontade de fazê-los felizes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AGMA 11/01/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;New &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Jonny Lang and Double Trouble)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deep in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hold a place for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I can run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I'm feeling blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I think about the good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And makes me feel so very glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;People will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;People will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the all of the blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And the million stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fill the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There’s no one like you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I’m alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I can feel you new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Never disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah, we used to fly(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-3851050367550952577?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/3851050367550952577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=3851050367550952577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/3851050367550952577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/3851050367550952577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/01/pequena-pausa-para-o-segundo-fato.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SXqvtx3salI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ptkg03jzb7M/s72-c/DSC08301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-5994987803266182548</id><published>2009-01-04T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:39:19.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SWFxZSQ8rBI/AAAAAAAAAso/yzP3dMCKdEE/s1600-h/And+Orkut+Perfil.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287632116723264530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SWFxZSQ8rBI/AAAAAAAAAso/yzP3dMCKdEE/s400/And+Orkut+Perfil.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fatos e ‘fatos’...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;De sábado para domingo...assisti um programa e um filme...e pensei...em qual eu me encaixaria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que eu já me identifiquei com o filme, mas senti muita pena em relação ao conteúdo do programa. Vamos aos fatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro fato do ano novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado à noite, sem paciência, sem vontade de sair, sem nenhuma intenção de ficar na NET, e muito menos escrever. Resolvi escutar música enquanto procurava algo de bom na televisão(como se fosse possível nos dias de hoje), então sem nenhuma opção, e ao mesmo tempo tentando ver se um certo canal melhorou sua programação coloquei no canal 44(para não divulgar o canal de músicas que é de ...tv).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E acabei encontrando o programa, um programa que colocavam a pessoa em si em um sofá e em volta dela várias pessoas da família ou não, amigos ou não, além de convidados para dar seus ‘palpites’ inteligentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O assunto desse programa estava relacionado ao gasto excessivo sem conseqüências por parte de uma jovem. Ela era bonita, inteligente mas ao mesmo tempo sem querer julgar e já pré-julgando(droga de nova regra gramatical, preciso comprar um dicionário novo), mostrou-se muito calma com a situação de estar com uma dívida grande em sua vida. O mais engraçado foram os palpites de todos sendo que, se você não tem o que gastar, não gaste, se não for caso de morte ou doença, algo que aprendi desde o berço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ganhamos um pouco mais e extrapolamos, vamos acabar devendo até o resto de nossas vidas, mas a forma como foi conduzido esse programa me levou ao fato de que, hoje em dia as pessoas não dão tanto o valor ao que realmente ganham ou são, mas sim ao que os outros dão valor, se você sai e gasta mais de trezentos reais em uma só noite, ou compra todos os dias uma peça de roupa nova, onde tem isso de normal? Para a sociedade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse primeiro programa de tão bom que era, me deixou atento por alguns minutos antes de eu desligar e apenas escutar música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao segundo fato...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(continua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGMA 04/01/2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-5994987803266182548?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/5994987803266182548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=5994987803266182548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5994987803266182548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/5994987803266182548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2009/01/fatos-e-fatos.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SWFxZSQ8rBI/AAAAAAAAAso/yzP3dMCKdEE/s72-c/And+Orkut+Perfil.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-1652011699126649774</id><published>2008-12-31T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:33:48.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SVwOmQrLyfI/AAAAAAAAAsg/SrQas0ulxK8/s1600-h/DSC08132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286116113100032498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SVwOmQrLyfI/AAAAAAAAAsg/SrQas0ulxK8/s400/DSC08132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (Soon...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sensações...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sensações que invadem minha alma, trazendo-me o passado como uma forma de aprendizado. lembrando-me que o presente é um aprendizado, me transportando para o futuro que mesmo incerto será um aprendizado. Sensações, que invadem minha vida, capazes de serem identificadas pelo aroma, pelo toque, pela lembrança, pela inocência de um coração... Sensações... AGMA 27/12/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A maior dúvida do ser humano é ser... humano.Clima de Natal, clima de solidariedade, mas será que o ser humano teria que ser refletido apenas em momentos especiais ou em todos os momentos de sua vida? Ser... tão difícil de um humano ser ele mesmo, e mesmo assim se considera um ser humano... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 23/12/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mensagens...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Olhando todas as mensagens um dia enviadas, olhando todas as ações um dia tomadas... tento descobrir onde errei, para que nas novas mensagens enviadas, novas ações tomadas, eu seja apenas eu e mais ninguém, com o propósito real de ser... levar a felicidade para alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 20/12/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novo Rumo na Vida&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quando conhecemos as pessoas passamos a nos dispor a elas. As vezes conhecemos pessoas boas, a quem podemos confiar ou não. Simplesmente acredito que esperamos encontrar a pessoa certa que vá nos ajudar a encontrar o caminho para a felicidade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 16/12/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vida se atualizando&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Atualizar-se na vida requer paciência, decência e humanismo, mesmo quando se trata de assuntos do cotidiano onde questões fáceis de se resolver podem se tornar algo que ultrapassa a simplicidade e torna-se algo tão forte e impulsivo que afasta e puxa para si ao mesmo tempo sensações e emoções antes inertes e sem causa.&lt;br /&gt;Reatualizando minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 14/12/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-1652011699126649774?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/1652011699126649774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=1652011699126649774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1652011699126649774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1652011699126649774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/12/soon.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SVwOmQrLyfI/AAAAAAAAAsg/SrQas0ulxK8/s72-c/DSC08132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-4862045866162791261</id><published>2008-12-14T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T07:55:29.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SUUrj3XsKMI/AAAAAAAAAr0/rBTozvFSY9U/s1600-h/DSC07761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279674033320503490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SUUrj3XsKMI/AAAAAAAAAr0/rBTozvFSY9U/s400/DSC07761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ao conhecer alguém, ao expor meu eu, eu me arrisco por algo que um dia já me fez sofrer, mas se me arrisco é porque ao me expor a alguém, esse alguém se fez, faz e pode ser parte especial do meu eu, no sentido que melhor o destino conduzir! AGMA 10/12/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que fazer na dúvida? Quais as respostas procurar? Quais as pessoas a ouvir?Dúvidas surgem em minha vida como um tormento para que eu tente encontrar através de muitas vezes da dor as respostas... machuca muito. Queria um caminho mais fácil sem espinhos, mas será que seria o caminho certo?Dúvidas... alguém pode me ajudar com as respostas??? AGMA 06/12/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Conhecer, deixar-se conhecer, tentar conhecer, abrir sua vida ao conhecer, responder perguntas que nunca teriam respostas se não conhecer, quem conhece, responde ao conhecer sabendo que quando estiver por perto todos os gostos serão conhecidos, todos os sabores também, e principalmente toda a beleza enfim será conhecida, conhecida em palavras, em atitudes, em simples gestos de um conhecer... melhor... AGMA 04/12/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peço a Deus que me faça encontrar a felicidade na forma de uma mulher, que me queira como sou, que me ame como sou e que eu possa ser sua metade, seu meio e seu fim... AGMA 03/12/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Após terríveis momentos de solitária escuridão por motivos que me são incompreendidos, o derradeiro fim se aproximou e ceifou qualquer esperança de um dia eu poder cair sobre esse mesmo fardo novamente, me dando a vida e o destino a chance de poder levantar, abrir meus braços e deixar meu coração me guiar para uma nova experiência onde ninguém poderá me parar, apenas... o próprio destino e a vida... derradeiros algozes e amantes na batalha pela felicidade...”AGMA 30/11/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TransiçãoSaber das mudanças que chegaram sem ao menos me preocupar com as consequências é como se me tirassem meus sonhos mais verdadeiros em troca de uma vida saída de uma ideologia falsificada do ser, meu ser que se mutaria em outro ser que não fosse eu...Como também não deixar que mudanças me trouxessem felicidades ou tristezas seria como eu deixar que minhas palavras fossem apenas um monte de idéias perdidas e jogadas ao vento sem nexo ou importância tanto para mim quanto para quem a minha vida sentido faz. AGMA 26/11/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me atualizando...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;AGMA 14/12/2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-4862045866162791261?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/4862045866162791261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=4862045866162791261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4862045866162791261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4862045866162791261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/12/ao-conhecer-algum-ao-expor-meu-eu-eu-me.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SUUrj3XsKMI/AAAAAAAAAr0/rBTozvFSY9U/s72-c/DSC07761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-8176466315837697811</id><published>2008-11-30T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:28:40.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Novamente... aqui... sem desculpas apenas... aqui... meio que impaciente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274531589882467410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/STLmiQuFVFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/DiubLu0R8xI/s400/DSC08724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Após dias de escuridão, por motivos ‘banais’, que infelizmente acabei chegando à conclusão, volto aqui com um novo fôlego mas meio impaciente como poderão notar no post de hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Impaciente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Escutando a música Sabotage dos Beastie Boys, pode-se concluir que minha trilha sonora é praticamente hábil para meus momentos de impaciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri hoje à tarde ao correr até um posto de gasolina em pleno domingo à tarde com o ímpeto de comprar um guaraná, sim um guaraná, para poder fazer um refresco delicioso para uma visita ilustre e por fim poder levar para uma reunião de despedida do fim de ano e de projetos do ano que vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calmo como sempre, paciente para algumas coisas e super hiper master fóton próton impaciente para outras, encaminhei-me até o posto, com o horário apertado para que a qualquer hora a visita pudesse chegar, a qualquer hora eu não estaria em casa, a qualquer hora teria que correr de volta para preparar tudo, a qualquer hora deveria arrumar as coisas da reunião, a qualquer hora... qualquer hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando ao posto, com toda a paciência do mundo, encontrei minha mais nova impaciência ao ter que esperar uma cliente se decidir quanto a um produto, o que levar, o que passar no cartão, o que decidir sobre a vida. Claro, isso não seria o fator decisivo de minha impaciência, mas digo que para mim foi uma certa surpresa, como posso ser duas pessoas dependendo do momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por exemplo, ser tão paciente com uma pessoa que já me negligenciou no passado, que não fala mais comigo nem minha amizade quer, e ao mesmo tempo ser tão tempestuoso com uma pessoa que nem conheço direito? Por motivo tão fútil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei à conclusão que estava sendo paciente pelas coisas fúteis e ‘banais’ e impaciente por coisas que remetem o valor de uma pessoa quando sai de sua casa em pleno domingo com o intuito de poder se satisfazer nos únicos momentos livres de sua vida, coisa que eu, também o estava fazendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao voltar para casa, conclui que às vezes damos valores diversos para diversas pessoas e situações, que muitas vezes não são os corretos no momento certo de se agir, onde cada um tem sua qualidade mas quando se é exposto seu defeito, torna-se tão inconscientemente frustrante como me senti hoje, sendo impaciente em um dia que apenas era para eu estar calmo, paciente e feliz com minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Às vezes é bom ser frustrado pelas pequenas coisas, o problema é quando nos frustramos por algo que colocamos tanto valor, tanta confiança e tanta impulsividade que acaba se tornando uma queda tão longa que talvez, nunca chegaremos a ver o fundo, porque simplesmente, no meio do caminho descobrimos que era simplesmente banal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 30/11/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Após terríveis momentos de solitária escuridão por motivos que me são incompreendidos, o derradeiro fim se aproximou e ceifou qualquer esperança de um dia eu poder cair sobre esse mesmo fardo novamente, me dando a vida e o destino a chance de poder levantar, abrir meus braços e deixar meu coração me guiar para uma nova experiência onde ninguém poderá me parar, apenas... o próprio destino e a vida... derradeiros algozes e amantes na batalha pela felicidade...” AGMA 30/11/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-8176466315837697811?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/8176466315837697811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=8176466315837697811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/8176466315837697811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/8176466315837697811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/11/novamente.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/STLmiQuFVFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/DiubLu0R8xI/s72-c/DSC08724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6648022160256239048</id><published>2008-11-24T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:20:46.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SSqp6UehE4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/GEbcGVBv1LI/s1600-h/andr%C3%A9+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272213133184799618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SSqp6UehE4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/GEbcGVBv1LI/s400/andr%C3%A9+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A negação é algo que causa constrangimentos, algo que causa transtornos, algo que causa a tristeza... Afastar-se cada vez mais de quem se gosta e quer bem... a pior das coisas... que um ser humano pode sofrer... AGMA 19/11/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De encontros e desencontros as pessoas se conhecem e posteriormente de desencontros e encontros se afastam... mas nunca se esquecem... AGMA 14/11/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo tem seu fim e seu começo... as vezes o fim significa o começo e apenas descobrimos após o momento de deserto... para novamente darmos atenção a quem nos é querido e que é especial. AGMA 13/11/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chamo... e novamente o silêncio, como há dias que tornam minha vida um sofrimento calado de emoções, ao bater do coração, ao ar que respiro, ao coração que pára, diante dessas atitudes... queria que não fosse tão complicado... AGMA 12/11/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Queria que tudo fosse menos complicado, que tudo que gostasse fosse mais simples, que tudo que eu sentisse fosse mais direto e que minha vida não se limitasse ao desejo e capricho dos outros mas à simples denominação do bem querer... AGMA 11/11/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As lágrimas que saem com a tinta que escrevo uma carta, são capazes de guiar meus sentimentos mais profundos, as emoções mais ternas e queridas de meu coração que almeja amar, almeja ser feliz, almeja um coração que tanto fez, que agora se encontra inerte... esperando uma notícia... uma notícia feliz e amigável, bonita e maravilhosa, brilhante como a luz do Sol, mas infinitamente tão linda e formidável quanto! AGMA 10/11/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tentar, todos tentamos, desistir nem todos desistem. Eu não desisto do que o meu coração quer, apenas dou um tempo para que ele possa se adaptar aos momentos, assim como o foco dele, meu coração, quando quiser um dia voltar... Todos sabem que um coração que gosta, e tem apreço sempre estará aberto ao perdão e para a pessoa que se gosta... o tempo é necessário para essa transformação e para a conscientização de uma não perda, mas apenas um tempo... AGMA 09/11/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not that Easy Anymore! Então agora, para quem se propôs a ser bom, que seja bom, para quem quiser minha amizade. Sou amigo e companheiro, confidente e verdadeiro. Prove-me que precisa dessas qualidades e uma hora a felicidade bate a quem adentrar na minha amizade. AGMA 08/11/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se o amor é cego, surdo e mudo, eu não sei. Só sei que ele é traiçoeiro quando se une com a paixão e com o destino! Uma união matrimonial impossível de se lutar no tempo em que o coração está tentando se levantar! AGMA 07/11/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alguém pode me dizer o que se passa nesse mundo? Onde a cada momento parece que todos se afastam e nada parece ser o certo a se fazer? Alguma resposta? AGMA 06/11/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As vezes as pessoas tomam decisões e ações por medo de mudarem, eu também tenho medo, mas as mudanças são necessárias. AGMA 05/11/2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SHYLOCK. To bait fish withal. If it will feed nothing else, it willfeed my revenge. He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half amillion; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned mynation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mineenemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes?Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections,passions, fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons,subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmedand cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? Ifyou prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh?If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall wenot revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble youin that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferancebe by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy you teach meI will execute; and itshall go hard but I will better theinstruction.(THE MERCHANT OF VENICEWilliam Shakespeare) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-6648022160256239048?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6648022160256239048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6648022160256239048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6648022160256239048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6648022160256239048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/11/tempos.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SSqp6UehE4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/GEbcGVBv1LI/s72-c/andr%C3%A9+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-4714595512156620285</id><published>2008-11-16T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:22:08.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SSDTiNrkmfI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1LAoEXggsoM/s1600-h/Eu+Com+%C3%93culos+Azuis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269444148764908018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SSDTiNrkmfI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1LAoEXggsoM/s400/Eu+Com+%C3%93culos+Azuis.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Blower's Daughter&lt;br /&gt;(Damien Rice) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and so it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just like you said it would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;life goes easy on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;most of the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and so it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the shorter story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no love no glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no hero in her skies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i can't take my eyes off of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and so it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just like you said it should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we'll both forget the breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;most of the timeand so it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the colder water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the blower's daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the pupil in denial &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i can't take my eyes off of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;did I say that I loathe you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;did I say that I want toleave it all behind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i can't take my mind off of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my mind'til I find somebody new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradução:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A filha do vento" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E então é isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apenas como você disse que seria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A vida é fácil pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na maior parte do tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E então é isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A breve história&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem amor, sem glória&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem herói em seu céu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E então é isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apenas como você disse que deveria ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nós dois vamos esquecer a brisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na maior parte do tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E então é isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A água mais fria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A filha do vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A pupila em negação &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu disse que te detestava?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu disse que eu queria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;deixar isso tudo para trás? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo parar de pensar em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo parar de pensar em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo parar de pensar em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo parar de pensar em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não consigo parar de pensar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até eu encontrar um novo alguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-4714595512156620285?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/4714595512156620285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=4714595512156620285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4714595512156620285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4714595512156620285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/11/blowers-daughter-damien-rice-and-so-it.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SSDTiNrkmfI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1LAoEXggsoM/s72-c/Eu+Com+%C3%93culos+Azuis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-1528118634633293002</id><published>2008-11-03T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:58:40.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meu antigo About Me do Orkut... que reflete um período negro de minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264645425868935314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SQ_HHx1NkJI/AAAAAAAAAho/uCACQ_LqMUk/s400/New+Me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Breve fim das trevas! AGMA 01/11/08 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Será que as trevas se acabaram? Será que a escuridão se foi? Será que as dúvidas foram sanadas? Um momento de aguardo por algo que se foi, será que irá voltar? Aguardo... aguardo... aguardo...AGMA 01/11/2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais um dia que se passa e finda em uma madrugada apenas sonhando com o que se passou tentando acreditar na esperança de novamente ser feliz, independente de situações, ou de ilusões, apenas tentando na esperança saber de ti e de seu coração. AGMA 25/10/2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se te encontrar pela rua, não me ignore, apenas olhe para mim, como na primeira vez e note a diferença em que me encontro antes de te conhecer, durante e depois. Saberás que tudo que te disse era verdade e que meu sofrimento é fruto de ainda estar sonhando com você... por mais um dia... mais uma noite... AGMA 23/10/2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por que as pessoas complicam a vida? Ou gostam de se complicar por nada? Bem, um dia encontro essa resposta... resposta que há meses, anos venho tentando descobrir. Por que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O jeito é ir conhecendo as pessoas e tendo que aos poucos me acostumar com um mundo rodeado de desconfianças e sensações fora do que seria o normal entre o ser humano. O importante e que deixo aqui observado a todos que entrarem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sei ser o melhor amigo de uma pessoa, sei perdoar meu amigo que me machuca, mas me entristeço muito quando sou negligenciado como amigo por motivos que vão além de minha compreensão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aos meus amigos antigos, saibam que estarei presente a qualquer hora, aos meus mais recentes, não se esqueçam de mim, pois as saudades são boas, mas não podem se tornar eternas, aos que conheço hoje, não se percam... pois o caminho para chegar até mim é fácil, mas para conquistar a confiança demora... mas quando conseguir, amigo garantido!&lt;br /&gt;AGMA 21/10/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por agora... vivo só em meu mundo sem me preocupar com o todo, me preparando para a parte para um dia descobrir o todo, na minha existência, na minha singularidade, na minha forma de raciocinar e escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Descrevendo sentimentos, descrevendo emoções, descrevendo aos descrentes as coisas que vem do coração.&lt;br /&gt;(AGMA 21/10/2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Antes de mais nada, preciso curar meu coração para que ele possa ser novamente usado e jogado de lado como tem sido nesse nebuloso tempo que se instaura em minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Antes de mais nada, preciso me entender como ser humano e descobrir no horizonte que não sou apenas um ser humano qualquer, mas um ser humano com inteligência, sabedoria e experiência capazes de conquistar a pessoa certa, a mulher certa para minha pobre e mundana vida, deixando de ser um moribundo e me tornando um rei do meu mundo... (AGMA 20/10/2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estoy a la espera de tener ella en mis brazos como su eterno Romántico! Mi decisión es usted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quem sou? Sou um sonhador em um mundo que não é real, em um mundo que não sabe amar, que não sabe ser amado. Sou um sonhador que se perde no romantismo e vive se perdendo em sentimentos, mas que na sua fiel luta, permanece com sua fé, sua justiça e alegria, coisas que hoje me capacitam a amar, mesmo em meio às tristes lágrimas que todos os homens já tiveram por se perderem na triste história do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sou alguém, sou um homem com uma cabeça de ancião, querendo tomar atitudes de um homem, com um coração de criança... E isso machuca, faz com que lágrimas caiam, faz com que a queda seja maior que a de qualquer um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas firme em minhas esperanças, consigo me levantar, me reerguer diante de tantas dores que já causaram tamanhas cicatrizes que um dia tornaram-se apenas lembranças, algumas boas outras ruins... e que nesse momento o que me resta é dar adeus a alguns dos meus atuais sonhos, temporariamente,... (AGMA 10/10/08) 1 Day After &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acguzzymann.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.acguzzymann.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(oficial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poetadoblues.blogspot.com/(alternativo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.poetadoblues.blogspot.com/(alternativo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&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/14674482-1528118634633293002?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/1528118634633293002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=1528118634633293002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1528118634633293002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/1528118634633293002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/11/meu-antigo-about-me-do-orkut.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SQ_HHx1NkJI/AAAAAAAAAho/uCACQ_LqMUk/s72-c/New+Me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-19469185904264398</id><published>2008-10-28T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:24:40.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vou melhorar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correria hoje... depois posto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;André Martins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-19469185904264398?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/19469185904264398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=19469185904264398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/19469185904264398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/19469185904264398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/10/vou-melhorar-correria-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-98397811200423473</id><published>2008-10-26T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:51:03.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Em Luto pela política em Londrina - Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261675114875162066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SQU5o7GljdI/AAAAAAAAAgw/vA1E1Ew5t70/s400/Luto+Belinati.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SQU35tXtPOI/AAAAAAAAAgo/YpHotIt9vXw/s1600-h/Luto+Belinati.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que representa o povo brasileiro, no caso londrinense nos próximos 4 anos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quem, ou melhor, em se tratando em quem elegeu um prefeito com histórico corrupto, o que elegeu alguém que possui uma ficha tão limpa quanto a de Maluf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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;Fico indignado não no fato de terem eleito um candidato que é político ao extremo, tem um carisma insuportável e consegue olhar nos olhos do eleitorado, o que fico indignado é a capacidade do povo em se acomodar com o fácil, não ter argumentos plausíveis para garantir sua liberdade de expressão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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;Fico indignado, com a capacidade de uma quantidade da população se mostrar alheio ao que já aconteceu no passado e hoje defender com unhas e dentes um futuro que pode ser o fim de um já começo de miséria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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;Fico indignado, com a pobreza de raciocínio de pessoas que se contentam com um vinténzinho qualquer como prova de garantia de uma vida digna, onde qualquer promessa é capaz de garantir um voto, mal votado que leva uma população inteira ao buraco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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;Fico indignado, porque tenho além de muitas vezes vergonha de reconhecer ser brasileiro, agora mais vergonha ainda em ser londrinense com uma futura administração em quem não confio, não creio que possa ter conseguido chegar por meio de eleição onde está e principalmente por se tratar de uma política onde os melhores serão piores, e os menos ruins serão esquecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Termino aqui, minha posição de luto, não por um candidato nem por outro, mas minha posição de luto por considerar que hoje a política no Brasil morreu, que hoje a política no Brasil se tornou um meio próprio de se garantir o sucesso, renda e meios de se garantir uma vida digna apenas para poucas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Luto por acreditar que a política no Brasil, sucumbiu às ilegalidades através da legalidade das leis, sendo maquiado um meio de se garantir protecionismo às pessoas e interesses que vão além ao da população.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Luto hoje por saber que mais uma vez, a população deu um passo para trás, não por receio, mas por incrível capacidade de ser tolo e ignorante em seus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abraços e fiquem todos com Deus! Inclusive minha dignidade, minha alma e meu coração que já está ferido por outras razões em coma cardiológico, e que agora sucumbe com mais uma reviravolta em minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;André Martins 26/10/2008&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-98397811200423473?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/98397811200423473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=98397811200423473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/98397811200423473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/98397811200423473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/10/em-luto-pela-poltica-em-londrina-brasil.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SQU5o7GljdI/AAAAAAAAAgw/vA1E1Ew5t70/s72-c/Luto+Belinati.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-7827518904659628565</id><published>2008-10-24T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:48:21.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coma cadiologico!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-7827518904659628565?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/7827518904659628565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=7827518904659628565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7827518904659628565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7827518904659628565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/10/coma-cadiologico.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-4136831756920927104</id><published>2008-10-23T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:26:54.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Homem Chora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Está aí uma comunidade que encontrei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Que bom que não precisei procurar muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Por mais que pensem, homem chora... e chora muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Não adianta negar... tudo passa... mas tem coisas que demoram para passar, e que nunca passarão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SQE_jZGZVDI/AAAAAAAAAgg/AFMXvvb2dhA/s1600-h/Homem+Chora.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260555717011133490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SQE_jZGZVDI/AAAAAAAAAgg/AFMXvvb2dhA/s320/Homem+Chora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Comunidade: Homem também chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Essa comunidade e para todos que se sentem no direito de chorar e a todas que entendem o nosso direito de faze-lo.Engraçado como atualmente isso seja visto como uma atitude nao masculina. Pra desfazer essa ideia criei essa comunidade e deixo abaixo uma frase que pra mim diz tudo."Chorar é dizer em lágrimas o que o coração sente e o que a boca, por um orgulho ou outro se recusa a dizer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Abraços a todos... esses dias nebulosos onde as lágrimas se tornam tempestades e onde sentimentos se tornam livres ou presos ao passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;André Martins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGMA 23/10/2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-4136831756920927104?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/4136831756920927104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=4136831756920927104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4136831756920927104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4136831756920927104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/10/homem-chora-est-uma-comunidade-que.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SQE_jZGZVDI/AAAAAAAAAgg/AFMXvvb2dhA/s72-c/Homem+Chora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-785411884951831203</id><published>2008-10-21T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:45:07.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SP6voRJoARI/AAAAAAAAAgI/oI0C0D_EPt0/s1600-h/DSC07130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259834521148719378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SP6voRJoARI/AAAAAAAAAgI/oI0C0D_EPt0/s320/DSC07130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estoy a la espera de tener ella en mis brazos como su eterno Romántico! Mi decisión es usted! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quem sou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sou um sonhador em um mundo que não é real, em um mundo que não sabe amar, que não sabe ser amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sou um sonhador que se perde no romantismo e vive se perdendo em sentimentos, mas que na sua fiel luta, permanece com sua fé, sua justiça e alegria, coisas que hoje me capacitam a amar, mesmo em meio às tristes lágrimas que todos os homens já tiveram por se perderem na triste história do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sou alguém, sou um homem com uma cabeça de ancião, querendo tomar atitudes de um homem, com um coração de criança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E isso machuca, faz com que lágrimas caiam, faz com que a queda seja maior que a de qualquer um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas firme em minhas esperanças, consigo me levantar, me reerguer diante de tantas dores que já causaram tamanhas cicatrizes que um dia tornaram-se apenas lembranças, algumas boas outras ruins... e que nesse momento o que me resta é dar adeus a alguns dos meus atuais sonhos, temporariamente,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;(AGMA 10/10/08) 1 Day After&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/14674482-785411884951831203?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/785411884951831203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=785411884951831203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/785411884951831203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/785411884951831203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/10/estoy-la-espera-de-tener-ella-en-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SP6voRJoARI/AAAAAAAAAgI/oI0C0D_EPt0/s72-c/DSC07130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-7848653657370509636</id><published>2008-10-20T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:14:40.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SP1I095F3LI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8vGt5RH_D54/s1600-h/DSC06900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259440014643027122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SP1I095F3LI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8vGt5RH_D54/s320/DSC06900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver, muitas vezes...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ao retornar com o coração triste esperando para ser novamente ocupado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por quem? Quando? De que maneira? Com que intensidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu e nem ele sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sei que por agora, estou aberto a razões de poder acreditar que o que se passou está sendo apenas uma fase onde em breve possa retornar ao que era antes. Sentir uma amizade sem me preocupar com as complicações do ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viver, muitas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;nos deixa tristes porque não sabemos que rumo tomar em nossa vida, e ao mesmo tempo quando desejamos seguir nossos instintos, acontece de não conseguirmos distinguir o certo do errado. Não conseguimos discernir se o que estamos fazendo realmente será benéfico para a outra pessoa ou se irá prejudicá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viver, muitas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;nos obriga a desistir de alguns sonhos que nunca serão realizados, de momentos que nunca serão alegres, de alegrias que nunca serão plenas em relação às tristezas que surgirão com o decorrer dos dias, meses e anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viver, muitas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;nos dispõe ao ridículo, ao incrédulo e ao cético. Encaminha-nos para a petrificação exacerbada do coração deixando de lado cada sentimento que um dia fora o essencial para se garantir a realidade de um casal, de uma paixão, de um amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver, muitas vezes é simplesmente... viver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AGMA 20/10/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-7848653657370509636?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/7848653657370509636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=7848653657370509636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7848653657370509636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/7848653657370509636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/10/viver-muitas-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SP1I095F3LI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8vGt5RH_D54/s72-c/DSC06900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-3248535944057123112</id><published>2008-10-16T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:03:06.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje demorarei a postar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257983033240939218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SPgbtfNbatI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PGMLh9GRQYc/s320/DSC07080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estou me humilhando pela última vez para uma pessoa que me foi, é e espero um dia continuar sendo especial para mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não estou me desvalorizando, apenas estou super valorizando minha capacidade de me importar com a amizade de alguém não me deixando abater pelas atrocidades da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Prometo a todos, que será a última humilhação, que será a última tentativa de reaproximação e por fim será a última vez que tentarei ser feliz em minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Após essa humilhação, me fecharei por tempo indeterminado para sorrir, para chorar, para sentir e para amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estarei disponível apenas para ser um ser humano normal, sem sentimentos e apenas vivendo minha vida sem importar a ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Agradeço a todos os conselhos, agradeço a todos os puxões de orelhas, agradeço a todos por me segurarem nos momentos de quedas, e principalmente agradeço a Deus pelo imenso coração que Ele me deu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sofro hoje muito por esse coração que se humilha para poder ser ele mesmo sem se importar com as linhas inimigas, mas que chora lágrimas de sangue ao sentir o silêncio que torna-se a pior arma para um ser humano, e um ser humano com coração de criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boa noite, e assim que terminar minha 'arte' estarei aqui postando. Não sei que horas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não sei se até as 3 da manha, ou 4... o que importa é tentar buscar a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como diz no filme "A felicidade não se compra", digo que "A amizade não se ganha, se conquista".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Até daqui a pouco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;André Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(PS: Nem sei mais que data é, pois esses dias me consumiu, me consumiu a alma, o coração e a saúde).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-3248535944057123112?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/3248535944057123112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=3248535944057123112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/3248535944057123112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/3248535944057123112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoje-demorarei-postar-estou-me.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SPgbtfNbatI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PGMLh9GRQYc/s72-c/DSC07080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6600640744076351211</id><published>2008-10-15T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:01:14.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quanto tempo que estou a te esperar... espero que em breve possa te encontrar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257612182284171746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SPbKbHvQeeI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bVda4v_pTmA/s320/DSC07426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É O TEMPO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maria Bethânia e mano Caetano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o tempo que passa correndo –&lt;br /&gt;é o homem que está dizendo –&lt;br /&gt;que o tempo correu e nem viu.&lt;br /&gt;Se você pudesse pensar um pouco –&lt;br /&gt;veria que o tempo não é um louco –&lt;br /&gt;que passa sem saber o que faz...&lt;br /&gt;Ele vem, ele traz, ele cura e segura.&lt;br /&gt;O homem precisa pensar&lt;br /&gt;em termos de Eternidade...&lt;br /&gt;Esta gota de tempo na terra&lt;br /&gt;faz o homem correr... e ele erra –&lt;br /&gt;pensando em correr atrás do tempo –&lt;br /&gt;num desalento - e afinal...&lt;br /&gt;Olhe bem o conselho de amigo:&lt;br /&gt;- Pense no tempo total!&lt;br /&gt;Não seja seu próprio inimigo.&lt;br /&gt;Abra os braços!&lt;br /&gt;Agradeça a vida e siga seu ideal.&lt;br /&gt;Reserve um pouco de tempo para pensar...&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão longa... e do lado de lá –&lt;br /&gt;ainda há muita coisa a continuar...&lt;br /&gt;É o tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Maria Louzada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-6600640744076351211?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6600640744076351211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6600640744076351211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6600640744076351211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6600640744076351211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/10/quanto-tempo-que-estou-te-esperar.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SPbKbHvQeeI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bVda4v_pTmA/s72-c/DSC07426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6135294894247152064</id><published>2008-10-14T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:05:58.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mais uma noite sem dormir por estar pensando em ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257242150414944242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SPV54bmxh_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/jsRRBKYYojg/s400/DSC07217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O ser humano deveria ser somente racional, deixar de lado todas as emoções e sentimentos e viver o intelectual. Sem deixar que asas à imaginação tornem-se o purgatório de um coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver hoje com sentimentos que são guardados para si com a simples intenção de deixar que uma pessoa possa cair novamente no mesmo erro torna-me impotente, deixando-me de mãos atadas, sem chão, sem nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando se gosta de alguém e começa a se criar um sentimento como esse, de querer mais, não existe sacrifício que não seja válido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar sem dormir é uma renúncia do meu descanso pelo qual faço para poder me aperfeiçoar no que acredito ser meu potencial para conquistar a pessoa que se faz silenciosa hoje para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós já passamos por isso, eu admito que já sofri por alguém, mas o que nunca cheguei a fazer com tanta intenção é poder lutar pela atenção, carinho e amizade cujo qual hoje estou fazendo minha busca, minha luta, minha batalha e por fim minha sina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sina porque posso estar indo pelo caminho certo, mas o medo de continuar e perpetuar um erro de se estar só, acompanhará a cada momento, assim como o medo de um fantasma roubar meu presente, meu inocente presente de Deus, meu presente que se torna moribundo a cada palavra calada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que uma anátema caia sobre mim se um dia te fazer infeliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sofro, amargamente o que não desejaria sofrer, hoje caio no mais pútrido grau de uma sarjeta do qual imaginava não cair, hoje me entristeço porque simplesmente não posso ser eu como realmente sou, não posso demonstrar o que sinto e infelizmente o pior de todos, hoje não sou eu quem está com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo hoje mais uma obra de alguém tão importante que se faz presente na minha vida hoje, que é uma honra deixar que leiam e façam suas conclusões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MINHA MUSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Minha musa é a lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Dos sonhos em que eu vivi&lt;br /&gt;É de uns lábios a esperança&lt;br /&gt;E a saudade que eu nutri!&lt;br /&gt;É a crença que alentei,&lt;br /&gt;As luas belas que amei,&lt;br /&gt;E os olhos por quem morri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus cantos de saudade&lt;br /&gt;São amores que eu chorei:&lt;br /&gt;São lírios da mocidade&lt;br /&gt;Que murcham porque te amei!&lt;br /&gt;As minhas notas ardentes&lt;br /&gt;São as lágrimas dementes&lt;br /&gt;Que em teu seio derramei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do meu outono os desfolhos.&lt;br /&gt;Os astros do teu verão,&lt;br /&gt;A languidez de teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Inspiram minha canção.&lt;br /&gt;Sou poeta porque és bela,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho em teus olhos, donzela,&lt;br /&gt;A musa do coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se na lira voluptuosa&lt;br /&gt;Entre as fibras que estalei&lt;br /&gt;Um dia atei uma rosa&lt;br /&gt;Cujo aroma respirei...&lt;br /&gt;Foi nas noites de ventura,&lt;br /&gt;Quando em tua formosura&lt;br /&gt;Meus lábios embriaguei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se tu queres, donzela,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir minh’alma vibrar,&lt;br /&gt;Solta essa trança tão bela,&lt;br /&gt;Quero nela suspirar!&lt;br /&gt;Descansa-me no teu seio.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvirás no devaneio&lt;br /&gt;A minha lira cantar!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Manuel Antônio Álvares de Azevedo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mais uma postagem com todo meu sentimento aflorado, toda a saudade desejada e o sonho a ser realizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a todos uma boa noite, e que sonhem com algo que se realize porque quando se realiza não tem nada nem ninguém que te impeça de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rezem por mim, para que eu me reerga e consiga novamente que ela me compreenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Abraços André Gustavo Martins de Almeida - AGMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;15/10/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-6135294894247152064?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6135294894247152064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6135294894247152064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6135294894247152064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6135294894247152064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/10/mais-uma-noite-sem-dormir-por-estar.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SPV54bmxh_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/jsRRBKYYojg/s72-c/DSC07217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-6735352139335788669</id><published>2008-10-12T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:27:45.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Noites sem Dormir... pensando na felicidade que se esvai... mas que espera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256487302808704162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SPLLWhJDlKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WXGgrZa5VGU/s400/DSC07436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nessa noite não postarei palavras minhas, até porque minhas palavras ultimamente não são suficientes para acalmar meu coração bem como conquistar o coração de quem se quer bem, não são capazes de me darem mansidão, bem como não são capazes de manter uma amizade sem me deixar na solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa noite postarei as palavras de um grande poeta, cujas palavras são lindas, de um teor magnífico e expressam integralmente tudo que venho sentindo nessa roda viva de sentimentos, onde a cada lufada de vento, meu coração se atordoa, esperando sua volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com vocês, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Manuel Antônio Álvares de Azevedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ESPERANÇAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh! Si elle m’eût aimé!&lt;br /&gt;                                   ALF. DE VIGNY. Chatterton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a ilusão de minh’alma foi mentida,&lt;br /&gt;E, leviana, da árvore da vida&lt;br /&gt;          As flores desbotei;&lt;br /&gt;Se por sonhos do amor de uma donzela&lt;br /&gt;Imolei meu porvir, e o ser por ela&lt;br /&gt;            Em prantos esgotei;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a alma consumi na dor que mata,&lt;br /&gt;E banhei de uma lágrima insensata&lt;br /&gt;          A última esperança,&lt;br /&gt;Oh! não me odeies, não! Eu te amo ainda,&lt;br /&gt;Como dos mares pela noite infinda&lt;br /&gt;          A estrela da bonança!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como nas folhas do Missal do templo,&lt;br /&gt;Os mistérios de Deus em ti contemplo&lt;br /&gt;           E na tu’alma os sinto!&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, delirante, se eu maldigo&lt;br /&gt;As esperanças que sonhei contigo,&lt;br /&gt;          Perdoa-me, que minto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! não me odeies, não! Eu te amo ainda,&lt;br /&gt;Como do peito a aspiração infinda&lt;br /&gt;           Que me influi o viver,&lt;br /&gt;E como a nuvem de azulado incenso;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu amo êsse afeto único, imenso&lt;br /&gt;          Que me fará morrer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rompeste a alva túnica luzente&lt;br /&gt;Que eu doirava por ti de amor demente&lt;br /&gt;           E aromei de abusões...&lt;br /&gt;Deste-me em trôco lágrimas acérrimas...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! que morreram a sangrar misérrimas&lt;br /&gt;           As minhas ilusões!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos encantos das fadas da ventura&lt;br /&gt;Podes dormir ao sol da formosura&lt;br /&gt;           Sempre bela e feliz;&lt;br /&gt;Irmã dos anjos, sonharei contigo;&lt;br /&gt;A alma a quem negaste o último abrigo&lt;br /&gt;           Chora... não te maldiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chora – e sonha – e espera: a negra sina&lt;br /&gt;Talvez no céu se apague em purpurina&lt;br /&gt;            Alvorada de amor...&lt;br /&gt;E eu acorde no céu num teu abraço:&lt;br /&gt;E repouse tremendo em seu regaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Teu pobre sonhador!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa poesia já foi enviada para uma pessoa que é maravilhosamente maravilhosa, que espero que tenha lido e guardado do lado esquerdo do peito bem próximo ao coração. Seu coração não é meu, porém sua amizade um dia será, e quanto ao resto, espero na vontade de Deus, e na vinda da felicidade que não tardará a chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui encerro o post de hoje, prometendo a vocês duas linhas de raciocínio daqui para frente. A linha de raciocínio da alegria em minha vida, e a linha de raciocínio da tristeza em minha vida, todas as duas intrínsecas, e cheias de vida, alma e coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a todos pela compreensão desses dias estar ausente, por motivos aparentes mas que me tornaram de certa forma indigente, e que por esse moribundo que lhes escreve, peço novamente paciência porque estou me reerguendo para feliz ficar e com todos vocês poder conversar, escrever e me detalhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGMA – André Gustavo Martins de Almeida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Música do dia: “Have a Little Faith In Me”(Joe Cocker ‘n John Hiatt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/14674482-6735352139335788669?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/6735352139335788669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=6735352139335788669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6735352139335788669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/6735352139335788669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/10/noites-sem-dormir.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SPLLWhJDlKI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WXGgrZa5VGU/s72-c/DSC07436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-2309787688428252005</id><published>2008-10-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:09:22.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SPDBOlcEnKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ncOHWmY4Z5k/s1600-h/DSC07171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255913221453552802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SPDBOlcEnKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ncOHWmY4Z5k/s400/DSC07171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impossibilitado de escrever por enquanto... mas estarei postando algumas coisas tão boas quanto o que escrevo que espero tenha um valor tão grande para quem eu quero que leia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes de ir para o curso posto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estarei em curso das 13 as 22 horas hoje então somente após as ... horas estarei postando coisas novas dos ontens, e que me trouxeram alegrias, e tristezas, felicidades e mágoas, mas que continuam em meus sonhos e esperanças alcançar um dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abraços a todos! Abraços e beijos a você! André Martins Eterno Poeta Romântico Pateta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-2309787688428252005?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/2309787688428252005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=2309787688428252005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2309787688428252005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/2309787688428252005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/10/impossibilitado-de-escrever-por.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. Guzzymann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04124674939588485137</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/-nhk_lZiyB8U/Tlfzzr3iX3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/of7c8fs36j8/s220/IMG_4174.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SPDBOlcEnKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ncOHWmY4Z5k/s72-c/DSC07171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14674482.post-4668645149682864659</id><published>2008-10-02T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:07:05.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoje... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;02 de outubro de 2008...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mais um dia sem luz de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e apenas com as nuvens no céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mais um dia e noite acordado pensando no futuro e em quanto sofro em esperar que a luz de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; volte e possa iluminar meus dias, noites e madrugadas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que se pode dizer quando as coisas acontecem sem você pedir, ou implorar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabe-se que muitos destinos são mudados a cada milésimo de segundo, mas será que o meu torna-se lento de acordo com o que sou ou o que imagino ser?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nada de melancolia ou nostalgia que cause uma má sensação de quem já não está bem, mas apenas uma nova realidade para novas idéias e novas linhas de raciocínio sobre a felicidade, tão só, tão perto, e tão longe, tão distante da alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As alegrias de poder sorrir no fim do dia, superam qualquer sensação de mal estar de se estar vivendo fases da vida nas quais apreciamos o que mais nos é negligenciado, ou apenas observamos o que poderíamos estar usufruindo e conquistando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deixo agora algo que escrevi há algum tempo em momentos difíceis de minha vida, que algumas palavras se encaixam no hoje, já outras... nem tanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feliz estou hoje porque sei que meus objetivos e metas serão alcançados e principalmente porque sou um homem de fé, e creio que no que tenho de bom poderá ser capaz de me garantir o que mais desejo de bom para mim... a felicidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252755207787818082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qf2d_s3CMUI/SOWJB_xGrGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/gJVMmVejJE0/s400/DSC06348.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As lágrimas da solidão preenchem o vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que se encontra em meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esperar que a ilusão de ser feliz em um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;torne-se realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lágrimas que expressam sentimentos vivos em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;meio à indiferente reação do coração que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;se espera com o tempo alcançar o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viver livre das lembranças da dor e da tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porém até quando esse coração permanecerá firme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Firme em sua fé, firme em sua crença?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Até onde a espera deixará de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ser alegria e certeza para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;se transformar em tristeza e frustração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mesclando-se com a dor do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sonho de ter a certeza de quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;se espera e se encontra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lágrimas desperdiçadas pelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;vento, onde a escuridão do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;coração pode-se perder em um tolo que acredita no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;puro amor que se perde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;com o tempo e com a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;descrença e melancolia que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;vem se transformando com o esquecimento!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(AGMA 00/06/01 - 00/10/01)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabe, a todos que uma hora passarem por aqui, leiam com calma o que escrevi e principalmente prestem atenção à data em que escrevi, pois quando sou sincero no que sinto, sou sincero e sinto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beijos e abraços às lindas mulheres que são minha eterna inspiração, e abraços aos amigos mais próximos e um oi para pessoas que tem vergonha ou timidez de me dar um oi por aí. Mas não se preocupem, também sou tímido! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;André Martins 02/10/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Ah... Sol que ilumina a vida de um moribundo e afasta todas as nuvens e trevas que surgem em sua vida, por fim sem Ti fico à deriva esperando por sua volta e assim iluminar cada passo meu, cada sentimento meu, cada batida firme de meu coração para que seja no compasso do seu... Ah... Sol..." AGMA 02/10/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14674482-4668645149682864659?l=acguzzymann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/feeds/4668645149682864659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14674482&amp;postID=4668645149682864659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4668645149682864659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14674482/posts/default/4668645149682864659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acguzzymann.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>A.C. 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