<?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-1523692644782360922</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:12:55.453-07:00</updated><category term='Voo Miami-Atlanta'/><title type='text'>Vozes</title><subtitle type='html'>Vozes do mundo externo e interno... universos distintos e paralelos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardohruschka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523692644782360922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardohruschka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ricardo H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919610792523563245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cdszjmHhVqg/SEIQCaekN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UdZ0_ieOw6g/S220/DSC04376.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523692644782360922.post-2119597185592826487</id><published>2008-07-31T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:01:41.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voo Miami-Atlanta'/><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os pes que sao empurados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para cima, para cima, mais alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"voce deve subir" foi me dito... ate mesmo os que me viram no instante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;em que a luz tocou meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Assim sigo adiante, mas nao na horizontal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deixando-me das partes dos pes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As pernas ja me serviram para tantas vezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah, como ja fui um bom chutador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chutei para fundo o sonho de outros e ate mesmo alguns meus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mas as pernas apenas se certificaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sera que pelo excesso de uso eh de que elas ficam fracas ao passar dos anos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amuletas de carne e osso... deixei com que elas fiquem repousando no canto do quadro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Amar es combatir" toca ao fundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e com isso o peito fica exposto, dando somente um lado da moeda a cor da luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deixando de tras as costas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cicatrizes, marcas de crescimento (sobe, sobe, sobe... at e que ponto pode-se subir?) e inumeras lembrancas de felicidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baixe isto agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mostre-se ao olho vivo, acabe ja com tuas facanhas e falsetas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como tantas coisas se passam enquanto o tempo quase nao passa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E entao chegaram os olhos, tire a cobertura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mostrai-me o terceiro olho... aquele mesmo..."que tudo ve"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aquele que enxerga ate se quando nao quer enxergar, ate quando nao se quer ver mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Traga-lhe a paz, traga a todos o caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sobe-se ao topo, e entao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pule... descanse.&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/1523692644782360922-2119597185592826487?l=ricardohruschka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardohruschka.blogspot.com/feeds/2119597185592826487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1523692644782360922&amp;postID=2119597185592826487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523692644782360922/posts/default/2119597185592826487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523692644782360922/posts/default/2119597185592826487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardohruschka.blogspot.com/2008/07/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>Ricardo H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919610792523563245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cdszjmHhVqg/SEIQCaekN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UdZ0_ieOw6g/S220/DSC04376.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523692644782360922.post-2829535031313398560</id><published>2008-07-05T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T17:29:04.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confesso</title><content type='html'>Chega de partidas e chegadas... por que o amor deve ser tao complicado em todos os tempos? Por que nao ha algo que realmente una os seres humanos e duas almas gemeas?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passamos a vida buscando o amor... e quando o encontrei agora sinto que os personagens mudaram, mas a batalha permanece a mesma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember when I was young, I can't explain if it was wrong... I was so blind, I could not see, your paradise is not for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qual sera o motivo da batalha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1523692644782360922-2829535031313398560?l=ricardohruschka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardohruschka.blogspot.com/feeds/2829535031313398560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1523692644782360922&amp;postID=2829535031313398560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523692644782360922/posts/default/2829535031313398560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523692644782360922/posts/default/2829535031313398560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardohruschka.blogspot.com/2008/07/confesso.html' title='Confesso'/><author><name>Ricardo H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919610792523563245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cdszjmHhVqg/SEIQCaekN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UdZ0_ieOw6g/S220/DSC04376.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523692644782360922.post-6010171407450524775</id><published>2008-06-02T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:56:26.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma droga milagrosa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quero viajar dentro de sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Passar o dia lá&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir as coisas que você não disse&lt;br /&gt;E ver o que pode ser que você veja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ouvir quando você chamar&lt;br /&gt;Você sente alguma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver suas idéias tomarem forma&lt;br /&gt;E irem embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberdade tem um perfume&lt;br /&gt;Como o topo da cabecinha de um nenem recém nascido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As canções estão em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;As as vejo quando você sorri&lt;br /&gt;Já basta, eu não desistirei&lt;br /&gt;De uma droga milagrosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a ciência e o coração humano&lt;br /&gt;Não há limites&lt;br /&gt;Não há fracasso aqui, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Só quando você desiste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou você e você é meu&lt;br /&gt;Amor não tem noção de tempo e&lt;br /&gt;espaço.. desaparecerá&lt;br /&gt;Amor e lógica nos mantém afastados&lt;br /&gt;A razão está do nosso lado, amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As canções estão em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;As vejo quando você sorri&lt;br /&gt;Já basta de amor meloso&lt;br /&gt;Eu desistiria, é, eu desistiria&lt;br /&gt;Por um milagre, um remédio milagroso,&lt;br /&gt;Droga milagrosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus, preciso de sua ajuda esta noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob o barulho&lt;br /&gt;Sob a bagunça&lt;br /&gt;Escuto uma voz&lt;br /&gt;Está sussurrando:&lt;br /&gt;Em ciência e em medicina "eu era um estranho e me acolheste"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 38px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;U2&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/1523692644782360922-6010171407450524775?l=ricardohruschka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardohruschka.blogspot.com/feeds/6010171407450524775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1523692644782360922&amp;postID=6010171407450524775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523692644782360922/posts/default/6010171407450524775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523692644782360922/posts/default/6010171407450524775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardohruschka.blogspot.com/2008/06/uma-droga-milagrosa.html' title='Uma droga milagrosa..'/><author><name>Ricardo H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919610792523563245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cdszjmHhVqg/SEIQCaekN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UdZ0_ieOw6g/S220/DSC04376.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523692644782360922.post-4705230914120679326</id><published>2008-05-31T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:07:27.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Poder de uma Gota</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gota...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E então a luz se apagou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A gota pingou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O final terminou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E assim você saiu de mim, partiu sem mim, abandonou o barco sem a chance de uma despedida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Essa história não quero mais ouvir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como assim vai ser assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E segue o caminho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Branco, azul, cinza, amarelo, frio, quente, úmido, seco ... sem cheiro, sem graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E o que uma vez perto de mim esteve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agora distancia-se em velocidade de águia, de tartaruga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O que ouve lá dentro? O que houve aqui dentro? Como assim, vai ser assim? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabe-se voar, sabe-se calar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A gota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faz disso o mundo, faz disso o Eu, faz disso Você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pingou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: right; font: 12.0px Times"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naples, 16-Julho-2007, 10pm.&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/1523692644782360922-4705230914120679326?l=ricardohruschka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardohruschka.blogspot.com/feeds/4705230914120679326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1523692644782360922&amp;postID=4705230914120679326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523692644782360922/posts/default/4705230914120679326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523692644782360922/posts/default/4705230914120679326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardohruschka.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-poder-de-uma-gota.html' title='O Poder de uma Gota'/><author><name>Ricardo H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919610792523563245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cdszjmHhVqg/SEIQCaekN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UdZ0_ieOw6g/S220/DSC04376.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523692644782360922.post-1426777790763981982</id><published>2008-05-31T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:00:52.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nao existe o bom e o mal, nem o certo e o errado. Todas estas distincoes sao artificiais.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 35px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No final de tudo... tudo eh bom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 35px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ate mesmo as coisas ruins sao boas, porque o mal esta ali para nos ajudar a resistir. Voce (e eu) precisa daquela resistencia para ser bom, e vamos encarar os fatos, as piores coisas que acontecem sao sempre as melhores coisas que nos acontecem.   Se voce olhar para tras em sua vida e dizer "bem, o que voce aprendeu?". O que foi que aconteceu que mudou sua vida, que fez voce forte, que fez voce crescer... sao todas as coisas que voce percebeu como ruins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 35px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Entao eu te pergunto: "Existe o mal?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1523692644782360922-1426777790763981982?l=ricardohruschka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardohruschka.blogspot.com/feeds/1426777790763981982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1523692644782360922&amp;postID=1426777790763981982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523692644782360922/posts/default/1426777790763981982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523692644782360922/posts/default/1426777790763981982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardohruschka.blogspot.com/2008/05/nao-existe-o-bom-e-o-mal-nem-o-certo-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919610792523563245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cdszjmHhVqg/SEIQCaekN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UdZ0_ieOw6g/S220/DSC04376.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1523692644782360922.post-3824952164256667264</id><published>2008-05-31T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T19:55:37.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices...</title><content type='html'>Quem e o senhor e quem e o escravo?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me trate como uma maldicao e depois diga-me que sou seu salvador,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca estou com o estranho que eu costumava conhecer tao bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esperar por tua resposta eh como se fosse uma tortura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poderia eu me acostumar com tal inferno?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voce esta levando o cachorro para passear? (pois este cao nao eh novo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voce esta fora do controle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou o cachorro esta te levando para passear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voce ja nao teve o suficiente? Agora seu tempo acabou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostre-me teu inferno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vozes comecam a zumbir em sua mente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me diga, o que elas estao de dizendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ecos distantes de outras epocas comecam a invadir seu cerebro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voce esta brincando por ai, eh como se fosse uma repeticao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voce largou tudo com tanta frequencia que voce comecou a acreditar que tem demonios para que assim ninguem possa te culpar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas quem eh o mestre e quem eh o senhor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1523692644782360922-3824952164256667264?l=ricardohruschka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardohruschka.blogspot.com/feeds/3824952164256667264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1523692644782360922&amp;postID=3824952164256667264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523692644782360922/posts/default/3824952164256667264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1523692644782360922/posts/default/3824952164256667264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardohruschka.blogspot.com/2008/05/voices.html' title='Voices...'/><author><name>Ricardo H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919610792523563245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cdszjmHhVqg/SEIQCaekN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UdZ0_ieOw6g/S220/DSC04376.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
