<?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-3911368</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:13:26.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem foi que disse que amanhã  será melhor?</title><subtitle type='html'>Tire suas propias conclusões....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-91378526</id><published>2003-03-25T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T16:34:40.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;O Ultimo Post&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E entaum eis que jaz mais uma tentiva frustrada de blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em um fim triunfal pro "Quem foi que disse que disse que amanha será melhor",mas eu acho que é melhor esquecer isso e admitir a decadencia do mesmo... Pra quem via o titulo como pressagio depressivo ou negativista gostaria de ressaltar que o dizia como referencia ao "Carpe diem" ( isso ta começando a ficar gay), "é preciso amar como se não houvesse amanha pois se parar pra pensar na verdade não há" como dizia Renato. Muitos de vcs muitas vezes naum me entenderam nada ao longo desse tempo todo de blog (Since 02/11/02), não se desesperem sempre escrevi pra que EU entendesse oque era pra ser dito. Enfim, eu naum to mais com saco pra escrever pra  mim, porque sei que naum vou mais ler tanta merda... O blog é de vcs agora, textos, poesias, post esdruxulos.... e como herança , &lt;b&gt;podem ficar com a caixa de comentarios &lt;/b&gt;pra vcs, escrevam oque quiserem... Hum, gostaria de mandar um beijinho pra mamãe, um pro meu pai, um pro Teddy (minha tartaruga de pelucia) e expecialmente um pra todos vcs...ahhahahahha.... Que maneira mais patética de se encerrar um Blog onde foi tudo tão sério e formal... See ya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-91378526?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91378526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91378526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91378526' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-91097048</id><published>2003-03-20T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T18:20:34.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eis que surge um teste que faz algum sentido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soumongol.kit.net/05-palavrao/index.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.soumongol.kit.net/05-palavrao/pn.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face=verdana size=1&gt;Que palavrão você é?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps- Eu estava sendo ironico...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-91097048?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91097048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91097048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91097048' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-91032773</id><published>2003-03-19T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T19:15:50.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Knock...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-91032773?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91032773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91032773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91032773' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-91031750</id><published>2003-03-19T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T19:14:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/groovydougie/quizzes/stripes.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/groovydougie/quizzes/pattern.htm"&gt;What Pattern Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-91031750?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91031750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91031750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91031750' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-91030444</id><published>2003-03-19T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T18:41:00.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Puta que pariu, meu gato pos um ovo, mas gato não põe ovo, puta que pariu de novo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-91030444?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91030444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91030444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91030444' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-91030434</id><published>2003-03-19T18:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T18:40:49.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"É pra embrulhar ou come aqui?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-91030434?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91030434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91030434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91030434' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-91030401</id><published>2003-03-19T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T18:40:13.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Uma alma mesmo que penada, me enpreste suas penas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-91030401?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91030401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91030401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91030401' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-91030381</id><published>2003-03-19T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T18:39:50.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"That's ok eat fish because it don't have any fellings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-91030381?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91030381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91030381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91030381' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-91030364</id><published>2003-03-19T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T18:39:32.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Seus perfumes baratos, seus truques banais, vc acabou me deixando pra tras"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-91030364?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91030364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91030364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91030364' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-91029845</id><published>2003-03-19T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T18:30:27.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A culpa foi toda sua, por mais que relute em admitir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-91029845?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91029845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91029845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91029845' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-91028091</id><published>2003-03-19T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T17:52:02.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O blog ta meio vazio, tenho postado tanto quanto costumo falar...&lt;br /&gt;To cansado... depois falo alguma coisa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-91028091?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91028091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/91028091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91028091' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-90742083</id><published>2003-03-14T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T09:43:55.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Distorção&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabos e fios de ar no ar suspensos por plataformas aereas de vento que levam e trazem particulas mudas de sons inversos, invisivel cena caótica imaginativa, penetram centelhas de gozos alheios como musica aos ouvidos, são distorções , flexiveis tubos em espirais multicoloridas derretendo em paredes, de gota em gota enchendo copos e mais copos de nada, vazio que se ve entre as duas faces de vidro do copo materializado e distorcido em movimentos de reflexo diminuidos, na dor de seus vestigios penetrando a pele e rasgando, com sangue a jorrar e formar poças, manchando o chão da sala a girar e girar e girar, até o mundo cair de suas mãos para que possa continuar contemplando o teto de infinito branco, a se estender do azul ao negro, escurecendo gradativamente por entre manchas spectrais ignoradas quase por completo em balé perfeito aparecendo de flashes de luz a diminuir o ritmo, ajudando o corpo já dormente a obedecer a mente cansada, que se entrega e repousa ali mesmo, seus minutos fatais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps- Até ia dar continuidade mas fiquei tonto tentando imaginar a cena, acho que vou deixar isso pra outro dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-90742083?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/90742083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/90742083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90742083' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-90740036</id><published>2003-03-14T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T17:07:48.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Avaliem essa porra...&lt;br /&gt;Que caralho vcs acham do blog???&lt;br /&gt;Que merda vcs querem que eu escreva aqui???&lt;br /&gt;Alguma sugestão??&lt;br /&gt;.... é, eu acho que é isso.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-90740036?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/90740036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/90740036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90740036' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-90490830</id><published>2003-03-10T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T17:19:09.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um pouquinho de Renato...&lt;br /&gt;trecho de "Angra dos reis" musica do legião&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vai ver que não é nada disso&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver que já não sei quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver que nunca fui o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;A culpa é toda sua e nunca foi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo se as estrelas começassem a cair&lt;br /&gt;E a luz queimasse tudo ao redor &lt;br /&gt;E fosse o fim chegando cedo&lt;br /&gt;E você visse nosso corpo em chamas&lt;br /&gt;Deixa pra lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as estrelas começarem a cair&lt;br /&gt;Me diz, me diz pra onde a gente vai fugir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-90490830?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/90490830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/90490830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90490830' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-90487329</id><published>2003-03-10T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T16:20:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E oque anda acontecendo comigo???&lt;br /&gt;Perder o interesses por algumas coisas é comum, mas perder o interesse por tudo é estranho... E isso mesmo tando tudo em ordem, talvez apenas por isso. Desapego total e imparcial pelas coisas, pelas pessoas. Não destinguir emoções, muitas vezes ofende, mas não consigo me sentir constrangido, não consigo demonstrar arrependimento ou euforia. Não busco coonpreensão, não busco nada . Naum me importo com as consequencias para tais atos, alias com consequencia alguma... Incompriencivel monotonia, desinteresse. Quem é vc? pra mim só existo eu... E mesmo assim me olho no espelho e não consigo adimitir quem é aquele do outro lado, o imagino, o sinto outro, inimigo mortal, brutal e banal, é ridicula a cena. Não quero saber oque me aguarda amanha, quem me aguarda amanha. Isso tudo me assusta... Eu me assusto comigo, não confio em mim, naum sei oque posso acabar por fazer. Eu posso não sentir agora, mas todos em volta sentem por mim,  me sentem. Inconsequente ser, acho que to cavando meu proprio buraco... E o pior é que tenho consiencia disso que ta acontecendo, e mesmo assim naum quero fazer nada pra mudar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-90487329?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/90487329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/90487329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90487329' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-90376429</id><published>2003-03-08T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T16:27:26.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Regressões ingratas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas e lamentos por semanas de dezembros. Insencivel o ser, o não ter e sua não esperança no acontecer a continuar sozinho. Foram oportunidades perdidas e mal-agradeciadas, pouco esclarescidas, dignas de serem esquecidas. Foram estas 3. Nunca passaram de talvez. Outra vez, me iludi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-90376429?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/90376429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/90376429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90376429' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-90376137</id><published>2003-03-08T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T16:18:47.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ivo's back... por incrivel que pareça , SIM eu voltei...&lt;br /&gt;To totalmente desorientado. Alguem que me conte o que anda acontecendo por aqui?...&lt;br /&gt;Cade todo mundo??? Sera que alguem ta lendo essa porra???&lt;br /&gt;Sabe depois de tanto tempo sem postar duvido que ainda exista vida passando por aqui!!!&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... esqueçam!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-90376137?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/90376137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/90376137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90376137' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-89737491</id><published>2003-02-25T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T16:50:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing tgis SHIT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-89737491?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/89737491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/89737491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89737491' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-89400942</id><published>2003-02-19T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T17:19:21.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inusitada surpresa não aconteceu. Já estava tudo preparado para ela receber. Já sabia, vc ja sabia. O que muda então agora com tal confirmação ainda confusa? Que frases incertas foram aquelas suas? Quem era voce naquele momento? Por que lamenta o meu caso se não sou eu quem sofro? Não, não é tão dramatico o quanto imagina. Comformei-me com isso e nunca me iludi com esse futuro inexistente.Tudo é perfeito ainda, qual sua aflição? Tudo oque foi era previsto, eu acho, nada há de se esperar, creio que tb não espere nada. Não mais acredito em você. Tudo por que fechei os olhos pra minha realidade e não vi por não querer ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cegos guiam cegos por caminhos incertos, por lugares fantasiosos, se perdem e se acham em si mesmos ao mudar de mundo a cada nova porta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-89400942?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/89400942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/89400942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89400942' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-89400287</id><published>2003-02-19T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T17:06:05.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Toma é seu!!! não, não quero mais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-89400287?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/89400287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/89400287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89400287' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-89400161</id><published>2003-02-19T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T17:04:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Titulo em negrito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu começo. Qualquer coisa para qualquer um, naum sei mais o porque de continuar a gastar meu tempo. Dias de hoje dias de ontem. Estaticos dias  sem definições e descrições. Seus dias monótonos, seus dias meus. Pensamentos ao vento, ao relento, ao canto jogados. Nunca o tudo foi tão preciso, nunca foi como és, mas pra mim nunca foi e sempre será, por enquanto não há. Já cheguei ao meio e não disse nada. Me parece estar tão mal, perguntaria oque aconteceu, mas realmente não vale a pena. Digo isso como se algo valesse alguma coisa. É vão, és vã, sou vão. Nada e ninguem , da no mesmo, o nada longe de ninguem, da no mesmo, apesar de acreditar que estes não conbinam contigo. E agora fim. cansei!!! Hum... tres pontinhos pra dizer que continua...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-89400161?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/89400161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/89400161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89400161' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-89269769</id><published>2003-02-17T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T16:42:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uma dor que não cessa, falso otimismo para manter o costume...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-89269769?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/89269769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/89269769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89269769' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-89269248</id><published>2003-02-17T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T15:47:12.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estes filósofos suicidas. Estas alegorias desmedidas&lt;br /&gt;Estes canibais de si mesmos. Estas cobaias sub-humanas&lt;br /&gt;Estes fracassados poetas do dia-a-dia. Estas traças pragmaticas, Pragas!&lt;br /&gt;Estes dejetos remanescentes em vias publicas. Estas mães orfãs de pais e filhos&lt;br /&gt;Estes parasitas insatisfasiveis. Estas tantas mãos dubias&lt;br /&gt;No final somos nós, todas estas atrocidades somos nós&lt;br /&gt;Aberrações controlaveis e confinadas em frageis capsulas soluveis em ódio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-89269248?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/89269248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/89269248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89269248' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-88981587</id><published>2003-02-12T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T09:28:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T.s.e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles acreditam poder te relacionar com um ser marinho com miseras 3 perguntas...&lt;br /&gt;E ainda existem aqueles que acreditam e se deixam influenciar por tais testes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/tests/sea/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zenhex.com/tests/sea/plankton.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps-Pelo menos conbina com o meu template!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-88981587?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88981587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88981587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88981587' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-88940758</id><published>2003-02-11T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T22:30:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fragmento de idéia resgatado da memória&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro permanecer aqui, sentado, sozinho em silencio. Prefiro, inerte em meus pensamentos, observar a chuva, gota a gota. Prefiro a fazer como outras centenas de zumbis vagando sem rumo ou direção. Prefiro esperar a caminhar como fazem, no sentido contrario de seu destino.Destino já debilmente destorcido, deteriorado, dramaticamente desfeito. Prefiro esperar que o meu se faça involuntariamente, se faça de improviso, se faça ou não se faça, sem destino, sem futuro, o amanha não há.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-88940758?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88940758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88940758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88940758' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-88940223</id><published>2003-02-11T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T15:54:53.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fragmento de idéia resgatado da memória&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vontade que tenho é de gritar.Mas não simplesmente gritar. Gritar até que suba pela garganta o sangue, e que este esploda em bolhas ao tocar os azulejos brancos do banheiro agora marcados por veios vermelhos que escorrem vagarosamente até o chão onde estou ajoelhado com minhas mãos atadas e banhadas em meu próprio sangue. Ainda confuso por não poder estar gritando o seu nome para que todos possam saber o que inevitavelmente viria a tona momentos antes ou momentos depois...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-88940223?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88940223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88940223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88940223' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-88806746</id><published>2003-02-09T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T10:36:07.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fragmento de idéia resgatado da memória&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transpassava as paredes como objeto incorporeo, inconciente e inconsequente. Inventava o mundo com traços tortos. Moldava com as mãos seus sonhos. Rumava sem direção ou intenção do outro lado, do lado de fora onde a chuva não cessa. E deitada de costas no asfalto molhado só pensava em poder existir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-88806746?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88806746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88806746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88806746' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-88806481</id><published>2003-02-09T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T10:29:11.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fragmento de idéia resgatado da memória&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A porta já está aberta, pode ir na frente se quiser, mas quando sair é melhor ter certeza, depois de cá, há de ser engolida por toneladas de concreto e das bocas que hoje lhe inflam o ego, há de escutar injurias e insultos. Serão eles por cima. Creio, que como eu, não goste da situação, mas agora é a sua vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-88806481?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88806481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88806481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88806481' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-88776010</id><published>2003-02-08T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T16:36:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ansias de novas idéias surgem a todo instante. As ponho adormecidas até poder gozar de tempo suficiente para amadurece-las e as por à mostra. Mas ja são tantos os fragmentos de idéias desordenados a se acumular em nódulos mentais que tem se tornado impossivel a distinção de suas origens e seus intuitos. Assim se tornam todas invalidas, inuteis e completamente, se não necessariamente descartaveis. Não há mais espaço livre pra nenhuma nova idéia.Por isso nos proximos dias estarei postando velhas idéias, que na época não quis divulga-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"ERRO: Memória insuficiente"&lt;/b&gt;, ta na hora de esvaziar a lixeira...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-88776010?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88776010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88776010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88776010' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-88769708</id><published>2003-02-08T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T13:52:28.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Musiquinha pro ceis...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E Estamos Conversados &lt;/b&gt;( Arnaldo Antunes )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu não acho mais graça nenhuma nesse ruído constante&lt;br /&gt;Que fazem as falas das pessoas falando, cochichando e reclamando&lt;br /&gt;Que eles querem mesmo é reclamar&lt;br /&gt;Como uma risada na minha orelha, ou como uma abelha, ou qualquer outra coisa pentelha&lt;br /&gt;Sobre as vidas alheias, ou como elas são feias&lt;br /&gt;Ou como estão cheias de tanto esconderem segredos&lt;br /&gt;Que todo mundo já sabe, ou se não sabe desconfia&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou mais ficar ouvindo distraíido eles falarem deles e do que eles fariam se fosse com eles&lt;br /&gt;E o que eles não fazem de jeito nenhum, como se interessasse a qualquer um&lt;br /&gt;Eles são: as pessoas, todas as pessoas, fora os mudos&lt;br /&gt;Se eles querem falar de mim, de nós, de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Falem longe da minha janela, por favor, se for para falar domeu amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu agora só escuto rádio, vitrola, gravador&lt;br /&gt;Campainha, secretária eletrônica eu não ouço nunca mais, pelo menos por enquanto&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser papo comigo tem que calar a boca enquanto eu fecho o bico&lt;br /&gt;E estamos conversados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que essa musica fala um pouco doque eu gostaria falar mas naum encontro palavras. Por tempo se contentem com ela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-88769708?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88769708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88769708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88769708' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-88756276</id><published>2003-02-08T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T08:07:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testes!!!&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a preza-los por seu valor estetico e naum pelo conteudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width=218 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=0 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.koolplace.com/tests/hell.php&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://koolplace.com/tests/h_test_i4.gif border=0 width=218 height=97&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=font-size:8pt;font-family:verdana&gt;I am 36% evil.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.koolplace.com/tests/hell.php"&gt;Take the test&lt;/a&gt; :: &lt;a href="http://www.koolplace.com"&gt;koolplace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu naum sou taum mal assim!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-88756276?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88756276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88756276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88756276' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-88730754</id><published>2003-02-07T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T15:33:23.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sim estou de volta!!!&lt;br /&gt;Por incrivel que pareça...&lt;br /&gt;Não devo parar de escrever por um bom tempo... me deparei varias vezes entrando no meu blog a esperar que eu escrevesse coisas novas para que eu pude-se ler... Esperando ler oque naum havia escrito, como a olhar para um ponto qualquer fixamente, apesar de naum saber o porque aquilo me atraia, como a passar diante da geladeira e abri-la, mesmo a saber que naum encontraria nada mais do que havia na ultima vistoria, obedecendo o habito e a vontade... Espero naum me decepcionar comigo mesmo, como ja fiz diversas vezes, mas o mais importante, espero não descepcionar a vcs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-88730754?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88730754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88730754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88730754' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-88730141</id><published>2003-02-07T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T15:16:33.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acordei sozinho, como de costume, mas desta vez por mais que gritasse não me escutariam. Acordei mudo. Mudo por esta insensibilidade contagiosa, mudo por esta indiferença doentia, mudo por esse pessimismo agressivo. Mudo por esta gente surda e morta. Mudo por vontade propria, vontade de guardar todas as minhas palavras para quem pudesse ouvir. As guardei todas pra mim mesmo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-88730141?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88730141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/88730141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88730141' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-87749946</id><published>2003-01-20T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T06:38:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Caros leitores&lt;br /&gt;Sinto em lhes informar que devido a falta de assuntos a serem abordados por mim neste blog, serei obrigado a parar de postar até que minha cabeça volte a funcionar normalmente. Espero que entendam.&lt;br /&gt;Data prevista para a retomada do blog : 7 de fevereiro.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a todos vcs, por sua compreensão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-87749946?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87749946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87749946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87749946' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-87560672</id><published>2003-01-16T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T16:35:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Quem foi que disse que o amanhã será melhor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos condenados por essa desordem total em que se encontra nossa sociedade que inexoravelmente consome o universo de vida disposto a nós, esta está instaurando o irremediável caos do fim dos tempos, fazendo com que esqueçamos o passado e supervalorizemos o presente, pois o fim é inevitável e o amanha não há.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-87560672?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87560672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87560672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87560672' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-87560636</id><published>2003-01-16T16:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T08:58:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Entrerros, o acerto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo milhões de vezes coisas repetidas, as escrevo em série, mas insisto no mesmo erro. Erro que domina todo o escrito, e se torna o centro. Erro que implica tudo e me faz perceber talvez meu único acerto. Acerto que fiz ao achar que o único erro que cometi foi de ter começado a escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-87560636?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87560636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87560636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87560636' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-87560649</id><published>2003-01-16T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T16:10:56.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Cada...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 é igual a 1&lt;br /&gt;mas 1 não é 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-87560649?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87560649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87560649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87560649' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-87429595</id><published>2003-01-14T10:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T01:02:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pequenos pontinhos reluzentes na imensidão azul, não, não são estrelas, é o brilho em seus olhos ao ver seu futuro ser traçado como sempre desejou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-87429595?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87429595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87429595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87429595' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-87429588</id><published>2003-01-14T10:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T21:05:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Meias listradas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vermelho Vermelho Vermelho&lt;br /&gt;Branco Branco Branco Branco&lt;br /&gt;Vermelho Vermelho Vermelho&lt;br /&gt;Branco Branco Branco Branco&lt;br /&gt;Vermelho Vermelho Vermelho&lt;br /&gt;Branco Branco Branco Branco&lt;br /&gt;Vermelho Vermelho Vermelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-87429588?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87429588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87429588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87429588' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-87429571</id><published>2003-01-14T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T10:54:10.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Veja...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O comum já caiu em desuso, bastou a primeira inovação para que virasse moda, esqueceram totalmente  do mais importante, o conteúdo, todos queriam ter pequenos mundinhos enfeitados por jardins e pedaços de céu, mas acabaram por brigar até pelo mais inusitado, todos queriam ser diferentes, não entendendo que não era isso o “tudo”, e então apesar da beleza, a pobreza de suas palavras continuam. Elogia-se muito aquele que pode lhe trazer boas imagens, descanso e encanto visual, não se importando para o que ele diz, apenas concordando, eles nos hipnotizam. Um preconceito inconsciente contra o simples. Haverá inevitavelmente a extinção das palavras, deixando com que as imagens que como dizem “falam mais que mil palavras” tomem conta do universo escrito e falado, e as palavras não dirão mais nada, serão apenas enfeites e complementos desnecessários das imagens. E então o que já dependia da interpretação de cada, acabara por ser muito mais inexato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-87429571?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87429571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87429571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87429571' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-87194139</id><published>2003-01-09T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T18:32:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Coincidencia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje olhando pra parede, sem procurar coisa nenhuma, me deparei com uma joaninha, naum aquela vermelha com pontinhos pretos nas asas, essa era toda laranja, tentei buscar na memoria a ultima vez que tinha visto uma, achei interessante porque a pouco tempo atras tinha me dado a falta de tal inseto, naum consegui me recordar de nada que sucedesse uma que vi aos meus 8 anos, mas parecia ser a mesma, o mesmo tamanho a mesma cor, as mesmas bolinhas brancas proximas as antenas, tentei pega-la na mão, primeiro a cerquei com os dedos, e um pouco desajeitadamente a tomei na ponta do meu dedo, cobri com a mao direita, tentando evitar com que a joaninha voasse, mas logo que retirei a mão ela veio em direçao ao meu rosto, quase tombei da cadeira na qual tinha subido para chegar perto dela, foi direto para janela aberta. Fiquei com isso na cabeça durante um tempo,  coincidencias como essas estão ocorrendo comigo com certa frequencia ultimamente, pois de  que outra forma explicar a chegada do carregamento de caixões da funeraria aqui em baixo no dia em que me dei falta dele a naum ser adimitindo o fato como uma coincidencia? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-87194139?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87194139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87194139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87194139' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-87114269</id><published>2003-01-08T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T07:07:15.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;BAH!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueçam o post anterior...&lt;br /&gt;Guardei todos os sentimentos para mim, criança mimada e egoista, me privei de demonstrar o que sinto para mostrar o que quero, guardando, perdendo, esquecendo, dores, lamentos e alegrias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-87114269?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87114269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87114269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87114269' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-87097516</id><published>2003-01-07T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T21:15:39.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Enfim, o que é real?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O acaso não foi por acaso, nada foi coincidencia, planejei tudo, sim, mais uma vez eu e meus jogos, onde o objetivo é certo, mas os meios nunca são claros. Nunca sei quando digo a verdade, nunca sei quando inicio um novo jogo, nunca sei, pois é intuitivo, é primata, é instintivo, retrocedendo à busca pelo prazer. Acabo por não saber minha verdade, quem sou, o que sou, por que sou, a quem sou. Não sou. Tudo em mim é frio e reconheço, tão bem programado, decorado e arranjado, como em uma peça teatral onde vocês não passam de figurantes débeis, é tudo mecanico e auto-suficiente, nada humano. Me revelo falando mal dos meus meios, dos meus principios, dos meus fins, de mim, traindo meu ego, fingindo ser tudo natural, tudo uma nova surpresa. Mostro a vocês o que querem ver, mostro a vocês o que quero que vejam. Deveria ter desistido disso tudo logo de inicio, pois agora não existe volta, o final é o unico meio claro, o fim de quem eu pareço ser. Tenho que assumir a unica identidade que ainda não assumi, a minha, talvez por comodismo, talvez por preguiça. Podem me arrancar palavras, porem o que penso continuara intacto. Não sabem nada de mim e, talvez, nunca saberão porque "mentir é facil demais". A verdade não passa de uma mentira consumada e admitida por todos como realidade. Logo não existem verdades, pois o pensamento humano é multifacetado, sempre visando inumeros pontos de vista, apenas mentiras bem contadas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-87097516?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87097516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87097516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87097516' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-87029314</id><published>2003-01-06T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T15:30:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Fragmentos de memoria perdidos no passado, falsas impressoes sobre a verdadeira realidade, bons e ruims momentos, todos reunidos em pequenos pedaços de papel que nos fazem arrepender do que naum fizemos, e sentir saudades do que poderia vir a acontecer mas naum aconteceu e planejar o futuro, taum utopicamente que  nem vc mesmo acredita no que idealiza...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É passei a tarde separando fotos e as organizando, estavam entulhadas na gaveta haviam anos. Eu pude ver o quao bunitinho eu era, e na porra que eu me tornei, relembrar de algumas coisas passadas, mas isso tudo me cansou, amanha  eu devo continuar, ou simplesmente juntar as fotos e as entulhar de volta  na gaveta, para que esperem por mais alguns anos.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-87029314?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87029314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/87029314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87029314' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-86949056</id><published>2003-01-04T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T14:52:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mentiras e enganos...são todas elas flores mecanicas que infestam pequenos mundos sonhados, pequenos mundos formados por vales sem cumes, por moinhos sem pás, por lampadas queimadas, por quartos sem portas,ampulhetas quebradas, por dores mais que gastas, por cartas marcadas, fluidos contaminados, por conchas no asfalto, por enlatados vencidos... Mas estas só servem de adorno para olhos cegos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-86949056?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/86949056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/86949056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86949056' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-86934980</id><published>2003-01-04T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T19:16:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hunf... (suspiro)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-86934980?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/86934980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/86934980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86934980' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-86934661</id><published>2003-01-04T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T13:56:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img SRC="http://ineureka.com/tarotreadings/funstuff/dreams/bluebird.jpg" height=256 width=456&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=-1&gt;&lt;a href="http://ineureka.com/tarotreadings/funstuff/dreams/quiz-dreams.html" target="new"&gt;Which figure in my dreams are you?&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://polly_snodgrass.livejournal.com"&gt;Polly Snodgrass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps- Da pra acreditar em um teste desses??? apenas coloquei o resultado aqui porque combina com o template...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-86934661?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/86934661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/86934661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86934661' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-86934285</id><published>2003-01-04T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T13:42:41.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu ja enjoei desse negocio chamado "blog"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-86934285?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/86934285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/86934285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86934285' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-86753111</id><published>2002-12-31T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T09:01:27.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hunf....&lt;br /&gt;Sim eu estou de volta....&lt;br /&gt;Sim eu estou vivo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só pra naum fazer desfeita....&lt;br /&gt;Feliz ano novo pra vcs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-86753111?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/86753111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/86753111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86753111' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-86752981</id><published>2002-12-31T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T08:58:29.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ocupando espaço....&lt;br /&gt;Mais um teste..... mais um teste de sanidade e mais uma vez o resultado foi o mesmo, mas isso naum me fara acreditar em seus resultados....&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.alito.kit.net/teste/loucura.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alito.kit.net/teste/class/67.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-86752981?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/86752981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/86752981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86752981' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-86752741</id><published>2002-12-31T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T08:52:09.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silencio.....naum só a ausencia de sons, e sim a ausencia de tudo, o vazio, vacuo...&lt;br /&gt;Podem se calar todas as bocas , os pensamentos, os movimentos, os suspiros, as visoes, os toques, os outros, a voce, a todos, a tudo e mesmo assim continua vivo, continua ameaçando emergir, mesmo que proximo do nulo, naum há silencio absoluto se não a  morte, a extinção da materia.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-86752741?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/86752741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/86752741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86752741' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85922689</id><published>2002-12-12T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T18:15:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ainda naum me acustumei a ouvir coisas como&lt;br /&gt;-Eu estou surpreso com vc...&lt;br /&gt;-O Pedro Ivo? naum pode ser,....&lt;br /&gt;-Como vc pode???&lt;br /&gt;-Poderia esperar de qualquer outro, mas vc?!?!&lt;br /&gt;-Vc parecia taum normal...&lt;br /&gt;Isso sem contar com as constantes perguntas sobre o que realmente sou ou realmente penso...&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado disso tudo, mas acabou..... por agora acabou.... saudades disso..... talvez...&lt;br /&gt;Mas me ficam perguntas.... &lt;b&gt;Oque vcs realmente esperavam de mim??? Quero dizer, quem esperavam que eu fosse??? Como esperavam que agisse???&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85922689?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85922689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85922689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85922689' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85922021</id><published>2002-12-12T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T10:59:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me despesso hoje...é vou viajar...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quando, mas sera em breve&lt;br /&gt;Devo voltar apenas no ano que vem...&lt;br /&gt;naum devo postar até lá, e com o meu mal humor extremo, ocasionado por uma pessoa anteriormente já citada , naum posso esquecer de lhes desejar o pior natal de todos os tempos e que queimem aqueles que chegarem vivos até o ano novo...&lt;br /&gt;Já estou sentindo profundas e sentidas saudades de todos vcs..... e pretendo continuar sentindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps- Naum consigo assimilar  a ideia de poder nunca mais ver algumas pessoas a partir de hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Ps- Por Favor, naum levem a sério este meu post, quer dizer, exeto a *****...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85922021?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85922021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85922021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85922021' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85921601</id><published>2002-12-12T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T10:58:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu tenho que admitir, vc merece meus parabens, voce conseguiu!!!!&lt;br /&gt;É vc conseguiu despertar toda a sensação de culpa que eu poderia sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho palavras para descrever a plena satisfação alcançada por mim ao te escutar, ao refletir um pouco sobre oque me disse...&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de ter um vocabulario de insultos muito maior do qual desponho, só para dedicar todo ele a vc....&lt;br /&gt;Sim e tudo isso por causa de sua insistencia em me dizer aquilo que naum queria ouvir, mas naum, naum estou puto contigo, creio que não podeia esperar nada melhor de um dia como o de hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps- Post dedicado exclusivamente para a "Porra Escrota" da *****, a qual espero estar "MORTA" de felicidade neste momento...&lt;br /&gt;2°Ps- Espero que saiba (como se fosse surpresa para ti!) sobre o que falo... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85921601?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85921601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85921601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85921601' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85868545</id><published>2002-12-11T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T17:39:06.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ruptura do ciclo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias que sucedem&lt;br /&gt;Vidas que sucedem&lt;br /&gt;Dias que sucedem&lt;br /&gt;Dias que sucedem&lt;br /&gt;Rancores que sucedem&lt;br /&gt;Dias que sucedem&lt;br /&gt;Amores que sucedem&lt;br /&gt;Desatinos que sucedem&lt;br /&gt;Dias que sucedem&lt;br /&gt;Fracassos que sucedem&lt;br /&gt;Dias que sucedem&lt;br /&gt;Dias que sucedem&lt;br /&gt;Vidas que sucedem&lt;br /&gt;Dias que sucedem&lt;br /&gt;A Morte....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85868545?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85868545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85868545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85868545' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85868136</id><published>2002-12-11T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T17:30:51.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O vento contrario, me acertava o rosto, 15 metros se extendiam abaixo de mim, começava a garoar,era só mais um passo e acabaria com tudo, todos meus problemas estavam resolvidos, sem dor, sem sofrimento, naum passaria mais noites mal dormidas, situaçoes desconfortantes, confusoes e conflitos internos.... mas naum tive coragem, na verdade tive curiosidade, curiosidade para saber oque aconteceria amanha, e depois curiosidade para saber oque aconteceria depois de amanha, e depois curiosidade para saber oque aconteceria depois de depois de amanha, e pensando assim deixei isso para um outro dia e entrei, pois começava a chover e eu naum queria me molhar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85868136?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85868136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85868136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85868136' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85868068</id><published>2002-12-11T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T17:33:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Fiquei dias e mais dias a esperar uma resposta vinda de mim.... mas eu naum me disse nada e me decepcionei  comigo mesmo....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85868068?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85868068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85868068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85868068' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85737391</id><published>2002-12-09T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T18:00:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acordei sem coragem de encarar o mundo, sem coragem de encarar a ninguem, de encarar a mim mesmo de fronte ao espelho.&lt;br /&gt;O que queria era apertar cada vez mais forte meu o travesseiro contra o peito, simulando, talvez, um abraço, o mais doce, o mais confortante, o mais consolador, porem tendo apenas a mim mesmo para abraçar... &lt;br /&gt;Mas por mais que eu quisesse ficar ali, deitado, naum pude me entregar a inercia mental, que desejava manter at´e que a claridade ofuscante do sol batesse na minha cara horas mais tarde...&lt;br /&gt;Eu me levantei, de cabeça baixa, mas s´o parcialmente, s´o o corpo, pois eu no pensamento dava prosseguimento aos sonhos que, eu, por naum sonhar, nunca tive...&lt;br /&gt;Evitei falar, naum queria que se evidenciasse a sensaçaum de falta que sentia...&lt;br /&gt;Começo a passar meu tempo cada vez mais vagarozamente e sentido, começo a viver minha realidade, deixei para tras as mentiras e truques que usava para enganar a mim mesmo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85737391?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85737391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85737391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85737391' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85737056</id><published>2002-12-09T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T10:14:49.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do branco ao preto saum todos sonhos, todos eles meus, meus sonhos e meus sonhos concretizaram-se como sonhos, e s´o como sonhos, pois extinguiram-se as possibilidades de um dia, estes, serem reais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85737056?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85737056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85737056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85737056' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85736950</id><published>2002-12-09T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T10:27:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Inerte e estavel, esperando por um momento unico, onde acontecera tudo, de uma s´o vez , intensa e instantaneamente...&lt;br /&gt;Como cigarras que passam 15 anos enterradas para viver durante, apenas, uma unica estaçaum...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85736950?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85736950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85736950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85736950' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85565379</id><published>2002-12-05T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T16:39:46.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;E entaum fodam-se todos vcs....&lt;br /&gt;Naum digo isso por mal.....mas deu uma vontade repentina de madar todos vcs à merda&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá... eu acho que deve ter sido a pizza fria de atum, hoje seria seu segundo dia dentro do forno, que comi minutos atras...&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez pura falta do que falar....&lt;br /&gt;"Ter", pois sinto nessecidade de escrever algo, que lhes dizer algo todos dias cansa.....&lt;br /&gt;Vcs devem estar pensando que meu dia foi uma merda, mais naum.....foi completamente normal, e acho isso bom, e talvez seja esse o motivo, estar me sentido bem nunca foi desculpa mas passa a ser agora que coisas totalmente sem nexo e motivo venham me insentivar a os insultar...&lt;br /&gt;Entaum encerro esse post desejando a todos vcs uma feliz estadia na casa do caralho.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85565379?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85565379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85565379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85565379' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85564776</id><published>2002-12-05T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T16:29:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Olhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já que todos já o fizeram...&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de naum acreditar em testes, algo me surpriendeu neste, pois já haviam me dito exatamente a mesma coisa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/peachynat/quizzes/which%20eye%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizilla.com/user_images/1032679847_CDocumentsandSettingsOwnerMyDocumentssad.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;which eye are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps- Considero este resultado mera coinsidencia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85564776?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85564776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85564776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85564776' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85564511</id><published>2002-12-05T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T16:20:57.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Niguem me ouve, e ninguem me ouve porque não falo, e não falo porque escolhi escutar em lugar de ser escutado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85564511?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85564511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85564511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85564511' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85513225</id><published>2002-12-04T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T17:50:52.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ps- Eu tenho que aprender a perder um tempo com quem o valha....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85513225?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85513225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85513225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85513225' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85513155</id><published>2002-12-04T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T17:50:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Repercursão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;cá de lado do &lt;------&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; pro canto de lá&lt;br /&gt;cá de lado do &lt;------&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; pro canto de lá&lt;br /&gt;cá de lado do &lt;------&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; pro canto de lá&lt;br /&gt;cá de lado do &lt;------&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; pro canto de lá&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85513155?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85513155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85513155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85513155' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85513001</id><published>2002-12-04T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T17:55:04.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Controle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês todos tem algo em comum...&lt;br /&gt;Perdem valiosos minutos de suas vidas lendo toda e qualquer merda que eu possa dizer, mas não fazem a mínima idéia de quem é quem e talvez nunca saibam....&lt;br /&gt;E todos vocês, eu acredito, sabem algo sobre mim, mesmo que superficialmente, mesmo que quase nada, mas sabem. E quanto a mim? Eu sou como um cego que esmola na praça, sei que vocês estão aqui, sei que passam por mim, mas não sei quem são, não posso os ver, não sei o que pensam, e se não falarem comigo talvez nunca saiba quem passa por aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Pensando nisso, eu gostaria que comentassem nessa caixa abaixo, exatamente vocês, que nunca antes tiveram coragem, que estão aqui só de passagem, a primeira vez, ou a aqueles que já tem tal costume, digam algo sobre vocês.....nem que seja o próprio nome...&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou curioso para saber quem me visita&lt;br /&gt;Ps- Não sei porque, mas acredito que NÃO vai dar certo!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85513001?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85513001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85513001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85513001' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85512931</id><published>2002-12-04T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T05:51:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Memórias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demônios que invadem meu corpo vazio, que ligam as pontes dos meus desejos às pontes das minhas ânsias, que pesam nas minhas decisões, que adulteram minha consciência, que pintam minha pele com vermelhidões e hematomas, que escorregam por minha face infestando cada lagrima minha com suas desgraças, só estes que me fazem ver que eu não sou mais eu... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85512931?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85512931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85512931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85512931' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85450609</id><published>2002-12-03T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T15:26:32.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Existir para fazer existir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem uma utilidade, tudo o que existe, se existe hoje é porque foi criado ontem, e se foi criado isso ocorreu pois houveram nessecidades de que algo existisse, que algo completasse aquela lacuna, por isso existe. Objetos, todos se incluem nessa verdade, mas a vida naum, naum existe uma verdade para nós, para ser, viver, existir, a naum ser pelo fato de nessecitarmos, criarmos e fazermos existir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps- Fodam-se os erros de portugues!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85450609?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85450609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85450609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85450609' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85450389</id><published>2002-12-03T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T15:21:40.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu naum me interesso&lt;br /&gt;Eu naum questiono&lt;br /&gt;Eu naum dou formas&lt;br /&gt;Eu naum imagino&lt;br /&gt;Eu naum me importo&lt;br /&gt;É oque vejo é o que é...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85450389?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85450389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85450389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85450389' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85450346</id><published>2002-12-03T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T15:20:33.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imparcial, insensivel, imutavel, o corpo todo já dormente nega qualquer sinal de dor ou exaltação. Gostos, tons, cores, odores, sons, nada mais me comove, pois saum todos seus, e vc já naum é mais ninguem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85450346?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85450346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85450346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85450346' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85393192</id><published>2002-12-02T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T12:42:28.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ate que ponto palavras saum palavras?&lt;br /&gt;Ate que ponto palavras saum exatas?&lt;br /&gt;Ate que ponto palavras fazem sentido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respostas: Palavras sempre foram palavras, nunca exatas, palavras nunca tiveram sentido...pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps- Sim, saum dialogos de mim comigo mesmo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85393192?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85393192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85393192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85393192' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85392841</id><published>2002-12-02T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T13:20:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por que eu naum sou compreendido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre escrevi o que penso e da maneira que eu penso, sem filtros ou peneiras pre seletivas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85392841?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85392841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85392841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85392841' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85392696</id><published>2002-12-02T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T12:31:01.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As vezes me pergunto se vcs naum se cansam deste mesmo fundo azul, destas pequenas letras brancas, desta mesma filosofia barata, versos sem ordem, ideias confusas e contraditorias, os mesmos lamentos, as mesmas revoltas.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes me pergunto se vcs naum se cansam de mim!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85392696?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85392696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85392696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85392696' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85392480</id><published>2002-12-02T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T12:28:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Explicações&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio ter que explicar o que para mim parece tão claro...&lt;br /&gt;Quando digo sintetização, quero dizer a criação natural através daquilo que, não ´e, a partir do artificial, sua manipulação, sua simplificação&lt;br /&gt;Sintetização, o meio artificial, falta de expressão ou sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;A robotização do ser, dependência mental mecatronica, vícios da internet...&lt;br /&gt;Critica quanto o domínio do que ´e artificial sobre o que ´e natural...&lt;br /&gt;Perda do sentido das palavras no meio cibernético&lt;br /&gt;N´os viramos nada mais que dados soltos na rede, minhas palavras e sentidos saum códigos binários sim !!!&lt;br /&gt;N´os fazemos parte da rede, pois ela nos controla, nos bitola...&lt;br /&gt;N´os, agora, naum passamos do que eu tentei representar um post atrás...&lt;br /&gt;Poderia escrever paginas sobre isso, mas creio que já entendem melhor o que digo, agora...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85392480?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85392480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85392480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85392480' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85316406</id><published>2002-11-30T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T19:48:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sintetização do pensamento humano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;101101001010001&lt;br /&gt;010110110100100&lt;br /&gt;000101000110111&lt;br /&gt;110110111010010&lt;br /&gt;010111010100110&lt;br /&gt;011011000101101&lt;br /&gt;111010110010001&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps- Para todos que naum haviam compreendido onde eu queria chegar com o conceito de &lt;i&gt;Sintetização Humana&lt;/i&gt;, já citada anteriormente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85316406?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85316406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85316406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85316406' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85316326</id><published>2002-11-30T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T19:54:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Entaum todos se levantaram e entupiram, insandecidos, os corredores, fizeram dali platéia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rhdsites.eti.br/arn_novo/image/fot_arn.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arnaldo Antunes...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse cara é muito mais do que eu antes imaginava...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85316326?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85316326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85316326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85316326' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85316238</id><published>2002-11-30T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T19:41:18.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amanha. É, quem sabe, pode ser ser amanha. Naum, hoje naum, ja to de saco cheio do mundo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85316238?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85316238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85316238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85316238' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85316227</id><published>2002-11-30T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T19:40:50.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para entender os mais simples fatos; regreções obrigatórias, forçadas...&lt;br /&gt;Para ver o nascimento de novas idéias; Apague as luzes e misture os conceitos...&lt;br /&gt;Para "ter"; Abuse mais de vc mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;Para ver; Senso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85316227?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85316227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85316227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85316227' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85268349</id><published>2002-11-29T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T17:22:09.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estado vegetativo da mente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. .. .. ..... .... .. .... ...... ......... ...........&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................&lt;br /&gt;... .. . .. ... .. . .. ... .. . .. ... .. . .. ... ...&lt;br /&gt;....... ...... ..... ..... ..... .... ..... ..... .....&lt;br /&gt;..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... .&lt;br /&gt;................ ....................... ..............&lt;br /&gt;......... ........ ....... .... .... . .. . . .. . .. .&lt;br /&gt;... ... .. ... .. ... .. .. ..... ... ... .. .. .. ....&lt;br /&gt;............................... .......................  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85268349?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85268349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85268349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85268349' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85266896</id><published>2002-11-29T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T13:06:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para provar, a todos que eventualmente me chamam de louco, a minha lucidez, decidi fazer um teste (Naum que eu acredite em sua eficacia), para medir minha &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netdata.com.br/formandos2001/curios/teste_san.htm"&gt;sanidade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pontuação:  51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho que dizer uma coisa:&lt;br /&gt; Você é interessante, porém ainda tem traços&lt;br /&gt; de mente normal.&lt;br /&gt; Portanto não pode ser considerado Insano.&lt;br /&gt; Que tal bater um pouco a cabeça na parede?&lt;br /&gt; Quem sabe é alguma sujeira que atrapalhou&lt;br /&gt; o teste.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85266896?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85266896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85266896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85266896' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85266205</id><published>2002-11-29T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T12:41:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Testes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://neoki.net/su/Angel/Youko.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twelve&lt;br /&gt;angels descended from Heaven, each&lt;br&gt;putting a piece of themselves&lt;br /&gt;into those&lt;br&gt;who would follow them....&lt;br&gt;Which Angel rests inside&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br&gt;Challenge their &lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=dochira"&gt;trial&lt;/a&gt; to&lt;br /&gt;find out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou impressionado com o quanto esses testes podem ser contraditorios...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85266205?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85266205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85266205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85266205' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85226447</id><published>2002-11-28T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T14:06:07.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deitei com a boca voltada para o céu e ali fiquei, esperando que abelhas viessem regojitar todo o seu mel e alimentar meus anseios, mas oque tive foram fétidos pombos que fizeram de mim sua moradia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85226447?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85226447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85226447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85226447' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85225685</id><published>2002-11-28T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T14:28:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Momento Musical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela musica que vc sempre quis cantar mas nunca teve coragem suficiente para procurar sua letra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dormi na praça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bruno &amp; Marrone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caminhei sozinho pela rua, falei com as estrelas e com a lua&lt;br /&gt;Deitei no banco da praça tentando te esquecer adormeci e sonhei com você&lt;br /&gt;No sonho você veio provocante, me deu um beijo doce e me abraçou&lt;br /&gt;E bem na hora h no ponto alto do amor já era dia o guarda me acordou&lt;br /&gt;Seu guarda eu não sou vagabundo não sou delinqüente sou um cara carente eu&lt;br /&gt;Dormi na praça pensando nela, seu guarda seja meu amigo me bata me prenda&lt;br /&gt;Faça tudo comigo mas não me deixe ficar sem ela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ps- Eu naum acredito que estou fazendo isso...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2° Ps- Este momento musical é inteiramente dedicado ao No!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85225685?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85225685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85225685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85225685' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85225081</id><published>2002-11-28T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T13:26:55.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Apelo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje descobri pelo menos cinco maneiras diferentes de ficar entediado....&lt;br /&gt;Eu definitivamente tenho que fazer alguma coisa de util durante minhas férias, naum que eu fizesse alguma coisa de util antes delas, mas agora eu sinto uma imensa nessicidade de sair de casa e fazer alguma coisa, qualquer coisa, mas falta iniciativa e sobra preguiça... portanto se existe alguem pensando em fazer alguma coisa, seja quando for, por favor naum se esqueçam de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85225081?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85225081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85225081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85225081' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85189246</id><published>2002-11-27T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T08:12:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;FODA-SE O PASSADO, ESQUEÇA O PRESENTE, NÃO HÁ FUTURO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85189246?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85189246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85189246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85189246' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85176141</id><published>2002-11-27T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T11:58:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pouco falta para a sintetização da vontade humana, onde naum haverá mais opiniões diversas, sinais apagados, folhas de papel amassadas, conseitos tortos, invenções feitas de ar, agonias...&lt;br /&gt;O que nos restará serão apenas vozes e sons desmaterializados que emergem daquela caixinha de ossos em cima da cama...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85176141?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85176141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85176141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85176141' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85168717</id><published>2002-11-27T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T09:06:24.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tendo em vista que de acordo com testes anteriormente realizados, eu me mataria dentro de um pouco menos de cinco meses, e tendo a certeza que por minha pureza e inocencia tenho garantido uma pós vida "tranquila", realizei o seguinte teste para saber em que me tornarei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.daja.freeserve.co.uk/selector/whichangel/images/death.jpg" width="300" height="150"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=whichangel "target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;Which Angel would you be?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;By &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~angel_seven"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Verdana"&gt;Angel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps- Naum creio que necessite ressaltar mais uma vez minha opinião por testes, porem, por via de duvidas, gostaria de lembrar que naum creio que tais meios possam lhe dizer coisa alguma sobre vc mesmo... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85168717?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85168717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85168717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85168717' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85141663</id><published>2002-11-26T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T06:38:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Proposta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Vocês ja pensaram em seguir carreira de modelo???"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Frase dirigida a Paulo (Squizy) e eu enquando iamos em uma lotação para asa norte -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá pra acreditar em uma coisa dessas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85141663?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85141663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85141663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85141663' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85137937</id><published>2002-11-26T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T18:50:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje o tempo seguiu o sentido anti-horario e minhas palavras cairam sobre mim, minhas verdades se tornaram dubias, minhas mentiras certas&lt;br /&gt;Dos quatro cantos o mais escuro, aquele onde os mais profundos pensamentos ecoam...&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos, dedos me apertam os braços, mais e mais, gradativamente, as unhas mal cortadas e roidas dentram a carne que sangra.&lt;br /&gt;E quanto as pequenas duvidas que antes me beliscavam os pés, agora devoram meu corpo por um todo, estas me assustam, naum só pelo tamanho, mas tambem por sua quantidade...&lt;br /&gt;Naum consigo, por mais que tente, me esocnder, e apenas me pergundo quando isso vai terminar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85137937?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85137937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85137937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85137937' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85077471</id><published>2002-11-25T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T05:04:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nunca me senti taum confuso quanto hoje. Acho que deve-se pelo fato de nunca ter passado por tantas situações onde as soluções saum taum obscuras que naum consigo enchergar nem oque realmente esta acontecendo ou oque ainda está por vir...&lt;br /&gt;Mas por agora, quero apenas esquecer de tudo e de todos, me deitar e, mesmo que inevitavelmente, nunca mais acordar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85077471?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85077471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85077471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85077471' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85070382</id><published>2002-11-25T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T12:48:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Motivos &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibilidades, rumores e expectativas, perguntas que naum nessecitam de resposta, futilidades, simbolos e imagens, riscos e traços que, para mim, traduzem tudo e naum dizem nada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85070382?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85070382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85070382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85070382' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85022730</id><published>2002-11-24T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T14:14:03.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ritmo de férias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje voltei, como nos tempos em que naum faço porra nenhuma, a dormir 14 horas diarias...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85022730?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85022730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85022730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85022730' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85021179</id><published>2002-11-24T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T13:31:55.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sugestão Livro_O Estrangeiro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.submarino.com.br/images/books/cover/26968.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classico do autor frances Albert Camus."O estrangeiro" é a história de um argelino que trabalha num escritório em Paris e, em decorrência de circunstâncias absurdas, mata um árabe. No último momento de sua condenação desperta de uma espécie de torpor. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85021179?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85021179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85021179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85021179' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-85020555</id><published>2002-11-24T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T13:38:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Se tudo correr como o previsto, eu me mato em cinco meses...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda existem pessoas que acreditam nestes testes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisisacryforhelp.com/deathquiz.htm"&gt;&lt;img border=0 align="LEFT" width=200 height=140 src="http://www.thisisacryforhelp.com/quiz/die/suicide.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Will &lt;b&gt;Take my own life!&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br&gt;After going through with your own well thought out version of columbine you finally turn the gun on yourself... the thick coat of brains and coagulated blood was a bitch to get off the auditorium wall. You sure showed them!&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisisacryforhelp.com/deathquiz.htm"&gt;Find out how you will die, Take the Death Quiz now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-85020555?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85020555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/85020555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85020555' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-84937137</id><published>2002-11-22T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T18:13:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.naovaseperder.kit.net/imgs/bart_nevermind.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps - Fazendo o blog parecer cheio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-84937137?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/84937137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/84937137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84937137' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-84930614</id><published>2002-11-22T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T11:17:19.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah... O ano letivo acabou e ainda naum tinha me tocado (ate agora). O que farei para ocupar meus dias?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-84930614?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/84930614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/84930614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84930614' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-84930447</id><published>2002-11-22T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T09:01:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Olhava como se conseguisse enxergar o infinito, mas me contentara com o que estava logo a minha frente, e naum me cansava por mais que olhasse, desviando uma vez ou outra o olhar, apenas pra me certificar que ainda estava tudo ali. Naum havia me tocado que poderia ter sido aquela a ultima vez, e talvez por isso naum tenha me importado com os detalhes..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-84930447?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/84930447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/84930447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84930447' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-84828955</id><published>2002-11-20T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T14:02:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Tes...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..tes até para saber que filme és??&lt;br /&gt;Isso está se tornando cada vez mais futil e sem sentido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abyssinia.no.sapo.pt/indexhtml/" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://abyssinia.no.sapo.pt/index.html" target="new"&gt; &lt;img src="http://abyssinia.no.sapo.pt/imensidao.jpg" border=0 width="251" height="149"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Você é "Imensidão Azul" de Luc Besson. Você é sonhador, único. Muito sublime e encantador(a). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font face="verdana" size=1&gt; Faça você também &lt;a href="http://abyssinia.no.sapo.pt/index.html" target="new"&gt;Que &lt;br /&gt;  bom filme é você? &lt;/a&gt; Uma criação de &lt;a href="http://www.abyssinia.blogspot.com"&gt;O &lt;br /&gt;  Mundo Insano da Abyssinia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-84828955?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/84828955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/84828955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84828955' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-84823622</id><published>2002-11-20T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T13:40:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acho que foi este o texto mais belo que eu ja li...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Se eu falasse a língua dos homens e a dos anjos mas não tivesse amor, não passaria de um metal sonoro ou duma campainha a tinir”.E, se tivesse o dom da profecia, se penetrasse todos os mistérios e possuísse todos os conhecimentos, se tivesse toda a fé a ponto de transportar montanhas, mas se não tivesse amor – nada seria.&lt;br /&gt;E se distribuísse entre os pobres todos os meus haveres, e entregasse meu corpo à fogueira, mas não possuísse o amor – de nada me serviria. O amor é paciente, o amor é benigno, o amor não é ciumento, não é ambicioso, não é orgulhoso, não é enfatuado, não é interesseiro, não se irrita, não guarda rancor; não folga com injustiça, mas alegra-se com a verdade; tudo suporta, tudo crê, tudo espera, tudo sofre – o amor não acaba jamais.&lt;br /&gt;Terão fim as profecias, expirará o dom das línguas, perecerá a ciência; porque imperfeito é nosso conhecer, imperfeito o nosso profetizar; mas quando vier o que é perfeito, acabará o que é imperfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era criança, falava como criança, pensava como criança, ajuizava como criança; mas quando me tornei homem, despojei-me do que era da criança. Vemos agora como que espelho e enigma; então, porém, veremos face a face; agora conheço apenas em parte; então, porém, conhecerei o todo, assim como eu mesmo sou conhecido. Por ora ficam a fé, a esperança e o amor; estes três – o maior deles, porém, é o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto “Bíblico” de Paulo de Tarso.&lt;/i&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-84823622?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/84823622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/84823622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84823622' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911368.post-84790193</id><published>2002-11-19T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T18:01:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Naum estou disposto, hoje, de expor meus pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a compreenção de vcs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3911368-84790193?l=dankil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/84790193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3911368/posts/default/84790193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dankil.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84790193' title=''/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021473775756692202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
