<?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-105496812526330138</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:57:17.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sambaflamenco.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-7915556751729295891</id><published>2008-10-08T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:15:16.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/SO03MSedT8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/JiU1KkPjKvE/s1600-h/sambaflamenco.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254917024468783042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="154" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/SO03MSedT8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/JiU1KkPjKvE/s320/sambaflamenco.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;meu grito tem som de mito. me magou e tropeço no degrau do desespero. estou querendo sem amar, gozando e sufocando com ar de aspirador. o desejo veemente do passado nao é mais o fred gruguer dos meus pesadelos. sigo sempre buscando novos cantos-contos. participando de acoes humanitarias, acompanhando um declinio monárquico, e me assustando com a xenomania mundial. o frio ja comeca a desalentar o calor do meu corpo ..... e quando apago o abajú, o dia invade o vao da janela, e me come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;feitey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-7915556751729295891?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/7915556751729295891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=7915556751729295891' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/7915556751729295891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/7915556751729295891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2008/10/meu-grito-tem-som-de-mito.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/SO03MSedT8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/JiU1KkPjKvE/s72-c/sambaflamenco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-849406266966936673</id><published>2008-08-19T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:06:34.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/SKrfwp0V7EI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DrNkmqyy8J8/s1600-h/la+noria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236243543723732034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/SKrfwp0V7EI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DrNkmqyy8J8/s320/la+noria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quimera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Quando você se encuentra em movimento no núcleo das grandes ciudads, atrapados pelos becos, fomentado pela venda da carne humana africana. Alrededor de prédios barrocos grises, perceberás que eres a molécula da esfinge.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo tendo el sangre azul ou venha de Anatólia, estao todos cobertos por piel. Aún o mundo se torna uma versao mais difundida das lendas passadas...no existará herói Belerofont montado en un Pégasos. &lt;em&gt;Quando achamos que tudo terminou, empeza la noria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feitey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-849406266966936673?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/849406266966936673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=849406266966936673' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/849406266966936673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/849406266966936673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2008/08/quimera.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/SKrfwp0V7EI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DrNkmqyy8J8/s72-c/la+noria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-1121891979345547391</id><published>2008-06-07T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:32:38.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209204274714160642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="208" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/SErPsDTIrgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/aK6LBzSz1Bo/s200/marte.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;la vida tienes arte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, grande parte dela a fé é a inspiracao, só pode! eu ainda pergunto se ainda tenho o quê fazer na cidade... na terra dos gigantes, como diz caetano.rs. vou viver mais despretensioso, como diz david. se é o que resta, viveremos! queria comprar um billete pra marte com conexao em venus, (para dois). cada dia sinto meu coracao mais conformado com a sensacao de amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feitey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-1121891979345547391?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/1121891979345547391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=1121891979345547391' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/1121891979345547391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/1121891979345547391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-vida-tienes-arte-grande-parte-dela-f_9246.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/SErPsDTIrgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/aK6LBzSz1Bo/s72-c/marte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-7347886102847834219</id><published>2008-05-12T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T07:30:13.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/SChRXf-bcXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9seCHrEVWXM/s1600-h/estrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199495233961423218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/SChRXf-bcXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9seCHrEVWXM/s200/estrada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inventando um lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- según minha mae, tudo tem seu tempo certo - o inconformismo me deixava ávido, mesmo atorduado com a inseguridad cronológica do meu inconsciente. antes deixava, ahora me deixa a deriva a desacreditar nos créditos creídos da vida. tudo tem seu preco, mesmo que seja euro é real. pelos meios eu fluí, filtrei as patrias, aún engolindo os bagacos sem mastigar, o inesperado me faz ver a cada dia o meu futuro presente. e mesmo sendo insaciável, nunca estarei nas embalages kellogg´s tamanho família. e cada vez mais, acredito na minha mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;feitey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-7347886102847834219?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/7347886102847834219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=7347886102847834219' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/7347886102847834219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/7347886102847834219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2008/05/inventando-um-lugar_6574.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/SChRXf-bcXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9seCHrEVWXM/s72-c/estrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-8055281618988735582</id><published>2008-04-17T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T16:11:07.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/SAfZ2-6g6RI/AAAAAAAAAGE/w3e5UmfH9zY/s1600-h/036+-+copia+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190356634192374034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/SAfZ2-6g6RI/AAAAAAAAAGE/w3e5UmfH9zY/s400/036+-+copia+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEGASTES...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENTREI OUTRA VEZ NO MEU CASULO, MESMO ACHANDO QUE VIRA E MEXE ELE CAI. E POR COJONES TENHO QUE APRENDER A PEGAR O METRO DE MADRID. SOLO! ONTEM SENTI FALTA DO CAFUNÉ , HOJE DA ÁGUA DE COCÔ E AMANHA PEGO O PRÓXIMO VOÔ PARA CIMA. ESSES DIAS TENHO ANDADO PENSANDO. AQUELES OUTROS DIAS, PENSO ANDANDO E FUMANDO...TO ACOMPANHANDO A NOVELA DAS OITO, ESPERANDO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAMIROQUAI NO ROCK IN RIO MADRID. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEFINITIVAMENTE, ESPAÑA...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEITEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-8055281618988735582?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/8055281618988735582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=8055281618988735582' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/8055281618988735582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/8055281618988735582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2008/04/chegastes_17.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/SAfZ2-6g6RI/AAAAAAAAAGE/w3e5UmfH9zY/s72-c/036+-+copia+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-477520153930407203</id><published>2008-03-10T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:13:48.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/R9Wg8kt-OwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-OgBzb00HcY/s1600-h/shinoyama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176220309241346818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/R9Wg8kt-OwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-OgBzb00HcY/s200/shinoyama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;costurar com hilo de esperanca o preterito do futuro, acusar o acusado al acaso, liar a vida en papel de fumar. esperar que cresca alas para despencar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;anunciar o acaso do caso alado.&lt;br /&gt;oh, dúbia - dupla estrada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;roleta russa pro sagrado y pro profano, despeje a colônia com aroma, ascenda o insenso da criatividade, troque as savanas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;PORQUE EU QUIERO FOLLAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- oh, gran deus do pecado - perdona os erros admitidos, sacrifica os passivos, elemina os repetitivos e dê o que comer para os que suplicam.&lt;br /&gt;gozemos.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;bis&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-477520153930407203?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/477520153930407203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=477520153930407203' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/477520153930407203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/477520153930407203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2008/03/costurar-com-hilo-de-esperanca-o.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/R9Wg8kt-OwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-OgBzb00HcY/s72-c/shinoyama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-3889042836319968314</id><published>2008-02-16T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:44:17.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿q nó é esse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;pela primera vez senti medo de mim, era mais forte e me descontrolava. senti um vazio preenchido de rancor y dor. ao mesmo tempo passava ao meu lado o sinopse da minha história. momentos chorei, noutros me surpreendia. era um tango maestro. eram vozes maestras....&lt;br /&gt;meu primeiro texto foi sensillo, lleno de sentimentos, escrevi quando a dor tomava conta do meu peito. levava o mesmo nome que esse. ao passar as estacoes vira e mexe ele volta, às vezes mais forte, às vezes mais lento...nadie sabe controlar, me deixam, me abandonam...sinto arder ao lado do meu coracao. un agujero, un tormento de meu deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;quando a dor passa ele se despedi, me bule, e com sua magnetude insana se marcha, mas sinalizando sua volta. Eu luto de luto, mas quando ele vem, sinto que nao sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feitey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-3889042836319968314?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/3889042836319968314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=3889042836319968314' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/3889042836319968314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/3889042836319968314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2008/02/que-n-esse-pela-primera-vez-senti-medo.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-2481615967621876460</id><published>2008-01-14T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:24:55.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/R4wGIlhEWMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DXUnxRt8Y0Y/s1600-h/alas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155502418011904194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/R4wGIlhEWMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DXUnxRt8Y0Y/s200/alas3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;ñ tenho medo do escuro. como a sobremesa antes da comida. controlo o meu amigo id. tao falando de Zürich - ele vai voltar de Caracas. e o otro foi pra Sampa!¿Donde estoy mismo? Na 1 pág do dicionario italiano spagnolo. esqueci de enviar o postal com minhas digitais, será possivel que eu deixe de dormir hasta las 2. Todo Lunes reinvento uma jornada, até miércules é o dia que penso em publicarme...a rua ainda tem cheiro e gosto de guarda-chuva mojado do año passado.ando me desejando suerte a cada gato parto que aparece delente. sonhei com alas grandes, quero duas, mas q sea nos pies.estive me analisando. analisado estuve a ponto de perder o samba. diagnosticado, que é puro flamenco. daí eu...ai...&lt;em&gt;No fa nient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;feitey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-2481615967621876460?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/2481615967621876460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=2481615967621876460' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/2481615967621876460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/2481615967621876460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2008/01/tenho-medo-do-escuro.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/R4wGIlhEWMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DXUnxRt8Y0Y/s72-c/alas3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-8371742041472655081</id><published>2007-12-02T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T14:21:33.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/R1Mu7l1-PVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/21nm7jGYxvA/s1600-R/birdman86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139503201065516370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/R1Mu7l1-PVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Nr_176y3PXY/s200/birdman86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pajaros en la cabeza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estive colocando os pingos nos "is" para ñ peder pontos no teste da vida... estou d casa nova [amarilla] cheiro d madeira nueva - bom.ar y humo. ñ tenemos jardim só flores. temos suíte, quadro, baralho, cigarro y movéis da ikea. abaixo da calle nasció y vivia picasso - [hj museo]. de frente ao pintor trabaja michele. estamos en capuchinos, no capuccino!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ele foi preciso. ultrapassou o oceano. para descobrir que amava. ele vuelveo ultrapassar o oceano amando...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;chalon = paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feitey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-8371742041472655081?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/8371742041472655081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=8371742041472655081' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/8371742041472655081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/8371742041472655081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2007/12/pajaros-en-la-cabeza.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/R1Mu7l1-PVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Nr_176y3PXY/s72-c/birdman86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-2739656340213730428</id><published>2007-11-19T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:02:44.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/R0KDkV-vW8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/2jt2R-IBabg/s1600-h/carretera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134811185554611138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/R0KDkV-vW8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/2jt2R-IBabg/s200/carretera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;merci&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parece q cambiaram as normas, seria o mesmo que dizer que a matemática é a literatura, onde podemos resolver os problemas con poesia. eles olham e param olham, sigue...e continuam olhando. tenia o direito de entender as dúvidas, o impressionante é que eles mesmo moldam os costumes, dond ellos mismo querem sair - s.o.s [preciso de uma extra-aula-de-psicologia]. eles comem iguais, se vestem iguais, dirigem iguais, limitados iguais...só falam diferentes. [eles dizem que eu falo muito], sao todos iguais - credo mundo torto.&lt;br /&gt;¿e pq eles olham? eu continuo gravando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 7:29 cádiz - chuva = otoño, desperto d coberta, esperando o dia claro. bri y yara dormindo e cristian [o zacaaaaa] tb. hoy marchamos para málaga [nervios]. mica vai fazer muqueca de pecao mmmm...saudades de los mios. saudade de mama. saudades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;acho q já elegi mi roupa d navedad ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feitey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-2739656340213730428?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/2739656340213730428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=2739656340213730428' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/2739656340213730428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/2739656340213730428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2007/11/parece-q-cambiaram-as-normas-seria-o.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/R0KDkV-vW8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/2jt2R-IBabg/s72-c/carretera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-3288669527981849074</id><published>2007-11-08T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:09:08.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/RzMPeTvE5UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LEPo5kqZGPs/s1600-h/01-pajaros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130461413873345858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/RzMPeTvE5UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LEPo5kqZGPs/s320/01-pajaros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/RzMN4jvE5TI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ngrq7AcFkfI/s1600-h/01-pajaros.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yo quería tener condor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;plaza de españa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [madrid] onde tudo comecou. sai para fumar un tabaco e vi táxis amarillo. continuei... me lembra o helado de fresa c/ nata a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;plaza de las flores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [huelva], e o Kerley querendo me ensinar o que eu sempre soube.às 9:h abria o portal verde e saudava a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;plaza de los naranjos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [Marbella] allí encontrei a tranquilidade. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;plaza de armas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [sevilla], acuerdo do cristian, do samba e das caipirinhas da barraca brasileña da feria. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;plaza isabel la católica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [Granada],tinha estudantes de arquitetura fumando porro, e criancas ao alrededor brincando nos juegos. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plaza la merced&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [málaga] a barraca venezuelana da michele e do josé, o ódio do david x malagon, e o pub d ambiente, q se paquera por bluetooth.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; plaza de federico Moyúa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [Bilbao] nos perdemos e o renato ficou com miedo dos africanos que olhavam a brenda extraña.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; plaza sancti petri-la barrosa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [Santander] onde passei meu pior san juan, comendo churros caliente de choco. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;plaza prim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [Reus] era um ponto de referencia para meu hogar. Plaza Pradollano [Motril] estava de patins, e so gravei os vutos. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plaza Catalunya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [barcelona] foi quando pedi para o mundo parar. precisa entender o por quê. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;plaza del caballo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [cádiz] para me localizar na sacada. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;plaza de touros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [puerto d sta maria] onde estacionamos o coche. E a minha: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plaza de la Font&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [tarragona] onde sonri, lloré y bailei. ao decorrer do tiempo essas e outras plazas fizeram-fazem parte da minha história, ojala pudera-quiserá...entender sua ausencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o q eu echo de menos ñ sao as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;plazas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[elas sempre estarao allí]&lt;br /&gt;sao os passaros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feitey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-3288669527981849074?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/3288669527981849074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=3288669527981849074' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/3288669527981849074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/3288669527981849074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2007/11/yo-quera-tener-condor.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/RzMPeTvE5UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LEPo5kqZGPs/s72-c/01-pajaros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-6115233539667304708</id><published>2007-11-05T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T04:40:50.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129334000974889506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/Ry8OGPZxAiI/AAAAAAAAADs/5qoSQayde-0/s320/perfis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;tr&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;jeitos&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;un é poco, dois é compañia e três é trio. a portuguesa diz q nos descobrio e deixa seu olor europeu pure poison dior, a outra me faz recordar minha infancia, quando me fala da praca da sé. e eu sou o menino, placer. juntos eles sao olhados, questionados e deseados: 170 - 150 - 1,75 [eu]. juntos eles bebem. juntos eles dormem por el dia. juntos eles se contam. comem. juntos juega. ri e mira a estrada. também. juntos fazem planos. sonham e sentem. juntos eles llenan o EGO, juntos eles perdem o caminho e olvida a rotunda. juntos conversam na cocina - mira o picasso. juntas elas se maquiam no baño apertado [2 jeitos], eu passo giorge no cabelo [outro jeito]. eles saem de coche [jeitos]. contam placas. fuma chester. busca vista hermosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pura caracteristicas peculiares.&lt;br /&gt;ela também fala português de brasil.&lt;br /&gt;eu quero ver o país vecino.&lt;br /&gt;a outra só sabe dormir.&lt;br /&gt;este sao eles 3. quando estao juntos. sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feitey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-6115233539667304708?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/6115233539667304708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=6115233539667304708' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/6115233539667304708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/6115233539667304708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2007/11/tr-3-jeitos.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/Ry8OGPZxAiI/AAAAAAAAADs/5qoSQayde-0/s72-c/perfis2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-4513351338936425794</id><published>2007-11-04T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T04:13:30.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/Ry3_PfZxAhI/AAAAAAAAADk/W2u3_YauoIU/s1600-h/absolute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129036192237552146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/Ry3_PfZxAhI/AAAAAAAAADk/W2u3_YauoIU/s200/absolute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje a moda faz años.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;C. Coga - 24 años. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENPORTADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COGA &lt;/span&gt;A LA &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MODA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOS MEJORES DEL OTOÑO-INVIERNO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;feitey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cumpleaños feliz amigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-4513351338936425794?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/4513351338936425794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=4513351338936425794' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/4513351338936425794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/4513351338936425794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2007/11/hoje-moda-faz-aos.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/Ry3_PfZxAhI/AAAAAAAAADk/W2u3_YauoIU/s72-c/absolute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-3375926432830575284</id><published>2007-10-25T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T04:12:20.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125310647410688498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/RyDC4PZxAfI/AAAAAAAAADU/HZ_2bqUGtcw/s200/Bridget.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brigida. es su nombre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;ela acorda cedo e só come brigadeiro caseiro. nada grita mais alto em si, que sua coragem de amedrontar com os olhares. uma sensilla maetra de tacones. ri quando imito o rafael, mas somente ella sabe rir como ele. ri - ri - ri. precisou de um ponta-pé na bunda para saber que homem no presta, mesmo assim insiste. já foi caixa das casas bahia, garconete - e secretaria de oficina mecanica, mientras era seguridad de uma disco gay em sao vicente. tudo para ela é nuevo e diz q eu digo, que ela da nó em pingo de heter. sua cidade tem praia, e hay teleférico; é cocinera - amiga - peituda e sonha com o principe azul gringo, q vai chegar de mercedes clk 250 descapotable. ela também faz escova - barraco - bolinho de arroz - bolicho de chuva. adora sushi, país vasco, docê, pastel com caldo de cana da feira, y tem orkut - surtos - manias católicas e cartas ñ enviadas. além de ser mimosa, nervosa e ansiosa. ah, y toma almax em pastillas para dolor de estomago. ela fala dormindo, tem perfume o boticario, havaianas brasileñas e um conjunto de policia q eu ajudei a escolher. come manteiga com pao/ acucar com café, é peluquera - pedicure - menicure. e echa de menos a su moto [que ainda esta pagando] e é uma pessoa linda. te dou uma tonelada d amor.- se ela tivesse feito aquilo, seria otima sua história. mas ela fez! joe, ¿entonces que falta, ué?&lt;br /&gt;¡esperar o próximo epsódio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feitey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-3375926432830575284?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/3375926432830575284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=3375926432830575284' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/3375926432830575284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/3375926432830575284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2007/10/brigida.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/RyDC4PZxAfI/AAAAAAAAADU/HZ_2bqUGtcw/s72-c/Bridget.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-2722484600317566251</id><published>2007-10-20T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T07:02:14.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cenário&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;salida de emergência, tuve q cambiar o número do meu móvil d años. tudo por pluralidade e mala leche de los demás. giripolla!Bueno, cambiando d tema; meu id esta peleando com o meu superego. puras tonterias. aye estava vendo no youtube, a volta de tieeeta pro sertao do agreste, fijate só a nostalgia. rs. na verdade aquilo. aquele. aquela música. aquele tempo. aquele ano. aquele. aquela. aquilo era tao visivel na parede da memória, que recordei da cor do sofa, que eu comia sucrilhos c/ yogurte, mientras esperava comecar - mundo da lua, com 6 años:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k33E1C5YqW8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k33E1C5YqW8&lt;/a&gt; [e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;u sempre achei t.u.d.o a tieta]. depois repriso! imagino o que devem estar pensando...ó si...ó no!!!&lt;br /&gt;Daria 100 pesetas para saber o que tinha feito aquele dia. tao chiquito era. por isso que escrevo. antes q me perguntem, é NAO. esse blog, es mio-única-mente.personal. un doc. do equipo. dos meus documentos. preciso de relatos. os dias ñ podem ser folhas en blanco. só por isso que escrevo. o demais é trabalho e eu, odeio trabajo, soy férias - vacaciones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o mister españa 2006 [malagueño] q é o mister mundo 2007 esta namorando com a mis españa 2006! [linda]. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caetano Veloso comeca com sua gira en españa. ODARA! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lendo de cabo a rabo &lt;strong&gt;Osho&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;664. 724 .224 mio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;feitey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-2722484600317566251?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/2722484600317566251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=2722484600317566251' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/2722484600317566251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/2722484600317566251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2007/10/cenrio-salida-de-emergncia-tuve-q.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-7262009518486055905</id><published>2007-10-18T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:17:17.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/RxfiwGd5gpI/AAAAAAAAADE/gjJ4My--af0/s1600-h/queerasfolk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122812417154843282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/RxfiwGd5gpI/AAAAAAAAADE/gjJ4My--af0/s200/queerasfolk2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aver se passa o tempo p olvidar o passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ñ imagina o sol no outoño que feito aqui. a água da praia tava fria. pero gravei as calles. vaya semana de bons fluidos. e comi charutos de arroz. adriana.cazuza.caetano no youtube. viciado. tatoo d dragon = google.es. goiaba+pêra+manzana tem gosto de membrillo. provei hoy.&lt;br /&gt;parece q estou me acostumando comigo, e me chamo até de chará. hoje vi o mar e pensei em mim. molhei el pie, escutando chambaoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;El palmarés da 40ª edicao do festival internacional de cinema de catalunya, lá en Sitges 2007, ha sido el más filogay de los últimos años [Garrafinhaaaaaaa...] busca no youtube. porfa!!! coloquei um piercing de titânio negro no globulo. inflamou ¿Irás ao europirde 08?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;en horabuena: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;acabou a última serie queer.as. folk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[tristonho!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feitey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-7262009518486055905?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/7262009518486055905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=7262009518486055905' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/7262009518486055905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/7262009518486055905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2007/10/aver-se-passa-o-tempo-p-olvidar-o.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouzK1_ltWW4/RxfiwGd5gpI/AAAAAAAAADE/gjJ4My--af0/s72-c/queerasfolk2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-1862847634257641390</id><published>2007-10-12T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:48:24.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;viernes&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt; 12 de octubre de 2007 -18:12 - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;a pelicula era d risa, demorou, mas ri.&lt;br /&gt;chegou outra patera do marruecuos aqui en Cádiz. foram socorridos pela cruz roja. festa na España, dia da patrona [pilar], aqui tem mais festas q em salvador. bueno, soy um festeiro.&lt;br /&gt;ETA mais uma vez a puesto um carro bomba em madrid [em pensar que quando estive em bilbao, vi dois contenedores ardendo de fuego].&lt;br /&gt;A piri ta viciada en money - money. e Cuba parace o Candial.&lt;br /&gt;aulas de literatura com danca en um centro dedicado a Shakespeare en londres [arte].&lt;br /&gt;De &lt;em&gt;moulin rouge&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;em&gt;madame jo jo&lt;/em&gt; - ah, &lt;em&gt;pacha&lt;/em&gt; d ibiza [danca]&lt;br /&gt;o xandy foi agorinha pra valencia. a bia tá enamorada d um coroa, e eu...e eu...ah!&lt;br /&gt;hj no trabajo conheci un italiano. mama mia. ja ja ja. de roma.&lt;br /&gt;vou comer pastas de té. xau&lt;br /&gt;bacio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;feitey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-1862847634257641390?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/1862847634257641390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=1862847634257641390' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/1862847634257641390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/1862847634257641390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2007/10/viernes-12-de-octubre-de-2007-diari.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-8441121305585501568</id><published>2007-10-09T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:48:08.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miécules&lt;/strong&gt; - 10 de octubre de 2007 - 1:58 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A última impressao é a que kda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;durante esse tempo, vivi algumas experiecias de supervivente. bom, e de gran hermano também. as coisas foram surgindo e aparecendo, sem me pedir permisso. pessoas passaram, foram, ficaram. otros ja fazem parte, é raiz.&lt;br /&gt;quando cheguei aqui me senti como da primeira vez, un poco perdido e com cara de dudas, mas na verdade tentava entender o espacio, mesmo assim a impressao era de passado. só basto uma noche!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; e hoje estou trank e a cada dia tenho 5 recados no bakala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;posso dizer que aprendi, mesmo com as surpresas e decepcoes dessa gente. afinal das contas, sou brasileño [sempre dando un jeitinho], e sambo no tablado do plató. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ontem comi panqueca, a bia que fez. hoje o xandy voltou - je je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;estou com saudade dos meninos, menos dos dias d mau-humor do david.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;hoje n teve Queer As Folk =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;NBA - europe live en cuatro.&lt;br /&gt;boa noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feitey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-8441121305585501568?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/8441121305585501568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=8441121305585501568' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/8441121305585501568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/8441121305585501568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2007/10/micules-10-de-octubre-de-2007-158-ltima.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-4139453396212244892</id><published>2007-09-25T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:47:49.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lunes - 24 de septiembre de 2007 - 22:h - Aconchego.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;de volta ao útero, o ponto de partida de tudo - Málaga. Entre um a outro dejavú, deixavame por primeira vez ser devorado por lugares redescobertos. Sentia frio, com 24º, abusei do vino dulce, e estive na plaza la merced - ñ morra david! foi raro.fuerte y eu flipando.&lt;br /&gt;hoje ao entrar na habitación da alexa, vi um postal que eu havia enviado - tempos... teatro romano - final da rambla vieja - echei de menos. esta tatuado. merci.&lt;br /&gt;Em poucos dias vou voar, comer pista ou comer trilho, Ojalá que vaya tudo bem, e irá, precisamos reunir a quadrilha de dibujo je. Preciso d pasta.&lt;br /&gt;bona nit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feitey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-4139453396212244892?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/4139453396212244892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=4139453396212244892' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/4139453396212244892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/4139453396212244892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2007/09/lunes-24-de-septiembre-de-2207-22h.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-6299014360802277773</id><published>2007-09-25T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:47:29.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dom - 23 de septiembre de 2007 - 00:00 - Ádeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;trêm coche 25, plaza 042b, habitación 4. Alguns olhares perdidos, otros entretenidos com os fogos de colores que dava cor-luz no ceu de tarragona. Bajo eu, com minha cumplice do lado, assim sai de la plaza de la font.&lt;br /&gt;Ao melhor sentirei falta das bodas de domingo, do camerero argentino, do ar mediterraneo...ao mejor estou em uma nova temporada da série. uau, terei que cambiar alguma coisa, a verdade é que já estou me acostumando com as mudancas radicais, sem elas seria um sencillo Beto. Hoje ñ teve lágrimas, somente axé. chego às 9:40. familia esperando...9 meses, um parto! Sentirei saudades, vou dormir em movimento.&lt;br /&gt;si us plau, um pouquinho de fujtisu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;feitey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-6299014360802277773?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/6299014360802277773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=6299014360802277773' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/6299014360802277773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/6299014360802277773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2007/09/dom-23-de-septiembre-de-2007-0000-deu.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-2211968487807319523</id><published>2007-09-25T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:46:08.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sáb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - 22 de septiembre de 2007 - 1:59 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Lavage de santa tecla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;estou com o relógio biologico drogado, já ñ sei o que dia-noite. quando despertei chovia, molhou a roupa do varal [que tenho q levar mañana]. A rua esta em ebulicao, e eu de camarote globo, vendo a lavagem de santa tecla. coitada, ao mejor esqueceram o trio eletrico. ¿Mas, quem cantaria em catalan? Tomei um ibuprofeno e para variar já estou madrugando, tenho que terminar de arrumar as coisas. como sempre, tudo para ontem. Mas como diz cassio, ñ fique nervoso, fique com tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Alex me leva na estación de trêm.&lt;br /&gt;Marchate hombre, anda ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feitey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-2211968487807319523?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/2211968487807319523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=2211968487807319523' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/2211968487807319523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/2211968487807319523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2007/09/sbado-22-de-septiembre-de-2007-159.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105496812526330138.post-188190785171081344</id><published>2007-09-25T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:45:50.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;viernes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - 21 de septiembre de 2007 - 3:38 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mais un passo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;às vezes é dificil comecar do meio. estava a tanto tempo parado, colocando bateria na pratica. Na verdade escrever em um teclado hispanico, é tropecar nos desencontro linguístico. Para isso, estou yo.hoje foi um dia raro, uma despedida antecipada e surpreendida, vi ao meu redor pessoas que sentia um elo de protecao. Na verdade estive um tempo perdido, ou possa até que esteja. Dentro de mim sinto uma coisa tao forte de coragem e desafio. E que por incrivel que pareca, me sinto um conquistador... [preciso de novas conquistas je]. Hoje eu senti uma coisa que ja tinho tempo que ñ sentia, a dorzinha do Adios. Deixar algo ainda se torna doloroso para feitey. Mas, sou ariano - martes e digo que estou mais fuerte que a tourada de San Firmim!&lt;br /&gt;Ó paí ó!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;feitey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/105496812526330138-188190785171081344?l=sambaflamenco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/feeds/188190785171081344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=105496812526330138&amp;postID=188190785171081344' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/188190785171081344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/105496812526330138/posts/default/188190785171081344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sambaflamenco.blogspot.com/2007/09/viernes-21-de-septiembre-de-2007-338.html' title=''/><author><name>sambaflamenco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05833539538323138529</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
