tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84372870163228823412024-03-14T10:58:49.730-07:00autoterapia pública ou egoísmo compartilhadouma canção boba de amor. uma canção de auto-ajuda. um blog de canção. um blog de amor. um blog de auto-ajuda.Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-33705418365997647492014-05-24T23:02:00.000-07:002014-05-24T23:02:34.637-07:00I made lovers a prayervocê mora no meu enquanto<br />
aqui no meu canto<br />
sob seus panos<br />
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você mora nos meu planos<br />
mora <br />e organiza meus projetos oníricos<br />
aqui no nosso edredom<br />
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você está na nossa cama de quarto inteiro<br />
é <br />meu quadro inteiro<br /><br /><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgU2P6C8-ew" target="_blank">I made lovers a prayer</a><br />
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sou sereno,<br />
do trilho que trilha pra lá<br />
depois volta<br />
e já torna a seguir.<br />
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conformado:<br />
quem chega logo está a ir,<br />
mas depois volta<br />
e já torna a seguir.<br />
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centenário:<br />
sem ter nada mais pra contar<br />
depois segue<br />
e torna já a voltar<br />
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dormente<br />
mente até dormir<br />
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dor sente<br />
sente até cansarThiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-34965428563954947622012-10-07T11:04:00.000-07:002012-10-07T11:04:24.669-07:00icetea limão<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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hoje, dia de eleição, o melhor momento foi quando descobri que ainda tinha um restinho de icetea limão.<br />amanhã eu viajo e fica novamente aquela sensação de que a vida só toma prumo quando se perde na estrada.<br /><br />Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-43369923310321858162012-10-04T12:10:00.000-07:002012-10-04T12:10:00.577-07:00Jards Macalennon<div>
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Cuerpo de mujer mía, persistiré en tu gracia.<br />
Mi sed, mi ansia sin límite, mi camino indeciso!<br />
Oscuros cauces donde la sed eterna sigue,<br />
y la fatiga sigue, y el dolor infinito.<br />
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ao invés de aprender outra língua nos sábados, que ajudasse no churrasco do clássico.
pode até torcer pro rival. sem problema.
iria achar ótimo que ela escutasse los hermanos e se emocionasse, ainda que eu não consiga.
ficaria tão feliz em saber que conhece mais as alterosas do que os bandeirantes.
o brasil mais do que o cruzeiro do sul.
que teve que deixar um grande amor na fronteira de algum lugar.
e que agora fosse hora de tentar de novo.
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Ajuda aí!Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-57849755411090132372012-06-10T08:59:00.000-07:002012-06-10T08:59:08.044-07:00amanhecer aquém<br />
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<br />
<br /><br />é quando a noite vem<br />
é o não querer e não ter ninguém<br />
é completar-se de vazio e o sem<br />
mmm mmm<br />
é o amanhecer aquém<br />
pra quem?<br />
<br />
é quando a noite vem<br />
é não pedir nem rezar, amém!<br />
é repetir notas com desdém<br />
mmm mmm<br />
é o amanhecer aquém<br />
pra quem?<br />
<br />
é quando a noite vem<br />
ver tv beber sake me entretém<br />
é um não querer ver além<br />
mmm mmm<br />
é o amanhecer aquém<br />
pra quem?<br />
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é a canção não mercer parte b<br />
nem refrão também<br />Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-86596720691937684832012-03-27T09:09:00.006-07:002012-03-27T09:29:47.938-07:00jeri<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij53Z5s9l6pg2Tk0Pg2SNtxeF2NN1CyZWbBSei-CzmzVHuA3vrsNVd7z6vmqdKlzcrmaHZ1Zc2Rmg_W3wvwrF8i00PqxL_Vup6-vbEoOlFHIxeqk95WO3RlMZwNqd0HIMoCBMdZ_IvZHR0/s1600/22022012362.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij53Z5s9l6pg2Tk0Pg2SNtxeF2NN1CyZWbBSei-CzmzVHuA3vrsNVd7z6vmqdKlzcrmaHZ1Zc2Rmg_W3wvwrF8i00PqxL_Vup6-vbEoOlFHIxeqk95WO3RlMZwNqd0HIMoCBMdZ_IvZHR0/s400/22022012362.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724614399015597250" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><u><br /></u></span></div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">estava pra escrever desde que conheci jeribucaçu, um sujeito sereno, cuja a onda é bem sincera.</span></span><br /><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">já de manhã era corrente o diálogo da imensidão do mar e a insistência do rio.</span></span><br /><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">construção de sabedoria em cascata, água salgada na sua doçura de encontro preenchendo a alma.</span></span><br /><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">mesmo quando o caminho era de pedra, principalmente para um joelho já falhado, era porque de lá se enxergava mais bonito.</span></span><br /><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">desse aprendizado das belezas: o concreto da laje em ibiza, geleiras na terra do fogo, um jardim caseiro</span></span><br /><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">e a mata anciã que não cabe na vista só são de fato belas pelo querer bem, querer alguém e compartilhar com alguém.</span></span><br /><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">"preservar não é nada mais que isso, né?" concluiu meu amigo.</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPwahaK9Rsc7yXmmgdPUZuVLt8vvNnXbAomYiyv5WEOdTguA5sHz3_xaBDpvkye67X3-QLrLl6oSu50HYSohSDzGq5Ww9TAelYy6DF_DuAlXiPdhuQDYPwxc9FiIpMG-Xf9ulr5aDCKFm/s1600/523436_376556489032877_100000355877434_1330474_1271527376_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPwahaK9Rsc7yXmmgdPUZuVLt8vvNnXbAomYiyv5WEOdTguA5sHz3_xaBDpvkye67X3-QLrLl6oSu50HYSohSDzGq5Ww9TAelYy6DF_DuAlXiPdhuQDYPwxc9FiIpMG-Xf9ulr5aDCKFm/s400/523436_376556489032877_100000355877434_1330474_1271527376_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724611930875694802" /></a><br /><br />um mês que conheço esse novo parceiro, o jeribucaçu, e não vejo a hora de apresentá-lo pra quem gosto.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVg7TlWkUsahtJ9VEu5L_OrWZ1aF_pI5rpDpwjPFaLrSBCPMTdM6bSWTGB7Pt-isUD2OuunbbR2Wg-YvkFf-YQa7NncHUTfixft99-hK9zJTu3-rx8-5dwz77c28Qgx2QB2mjc0G0keUKR/s1600/04022012214.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVg7TlWkUsahtJ9VEu5L_OrWZ1aF_pI5rpDpwjPFaLrSBCPMTdM6bSWTGB7Pt-isUD2OuunbbR2Wg-YvkFf-YQa7NncHUTfixft99-hK9zJTu3-rx8-5dwz77c28Qgx2QB2mjc0G0keUKR/s400/04022012214.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724613005870070130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div>Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-23319709626685306282012-02-01T09:08:00.000-08:002012-02-01T09:12:37.586-08:00it'll take care<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjps1-k_w4qRiNgzdCWvJw90ePgwv6hC3tVwtvts82hxhQrHUXItgIts7Fisyo5Ewb1eWtmGNY61eylimWH-_AG0YYawD83eRfPr2uNRlumrb6OBdKmyAU0CbFId0i_nnJIl8-r86UtrDIh/s1600/itacare11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjps1-k_w4qRiNgzdCWvJw90ePgwv6hC3tVwtvts82hxhQrHUXItgIts7Fisyo5Ewb1eWtmGNY61eylimWH-_AG0YYawD83eRfPr2uNRlumrb6OBdKmyAU0CbFId0i_nnJIl8-r86UtrDIh/s400/itacare11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704216165660449522" /></a><br /><br />estou a zero, sempre o grande otário<br />e num ato mero<br />de compor uma canção<br />pra nunca foi tão desesperadamente necessário.Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-43672022789261065612011-12-19T13:18:00.000-08:002011-12-19T13:22:14.768-08:00forgivenessPara escutar essa.<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a_lehSxOMfE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />Pior é que não tem nada a ver com você.<br />Pior é ver que eu posso te fazer muito mal.Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-29802956653845923712011-11-09T15:03:00.000-08:002011-11-09T15:11:33.282-08:00um belo horizonte<div>essas lógicas que inventamos para o encontrar... </div><div>soam óbvias para gente e ninguém duvida.</div><div>são queridas que depois viram canções.</div><div>o tempo relativo ao nosso tempo e o então aqui estamos.</div><div>do meu tempo e o seu momento nascendo um belo horizonte.</div><div>na minha boca: seu beijo de bom dia.</div><div><br /></div><div>né, Ju e Luiz?<br /><br /><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KkwhE-3JCWY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-3228438479408091982011-08-11T18:43:00.000-07:002011-08-11T19:32:39.890-07:00[ ]<div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />dentre as poucas descobertas atuais uma vale a pena comentar pela contraditoriedade:
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<br /></div><div><b>o fator gostar e interessar é o pior que existe na tentativa da conquista.</b>
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<br />não é uma afirmação sexista, é ambivalente e vale a regra da exceção. graçazadeus.</div><div>
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<br />é sério.
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<br /></div><div>cuidado com o querer bem recente. treine seu lado cênico e ganhe aos poucos o luxo de poder ser verdadeiro consigo para o próximo. é sério.
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<br />acho que mais que um comentário esse post é um protesto!, um auto-protesto auto-terapêutico.
<br /><i>mea culpa</i>. desculpa por tentar gostar desse jeito errado e por não deixar ser gostado desse jeito certo.
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<br />malz aê.
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<br /></div>Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-71385005546817016402011-06-28T14:59:00.000-07:002011-06-28T15:16:21.843-07:00marlon brando, pocahontas & me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQ2eeSz5pQiyJpKgSLUfPYM7OjLSt_J1yVcf0Lrn0ByYt5zfJQr2Q_WPwY2Q6258-UowSLXTV3EM1hKFJGcAjBZwd2Ldnp_Bdcy3dsBGc773mXvgdGqOLi0gghHvtJFZL-u42Vy6rcRdC/s1600/tumblr_kz0y5fdTc61qzwm6to1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjQ2eeSz5pQiyJpKgSLUfPYM7OjLSt_J1yVcf0Lrn0ByYt5zfJQr2Q_WPwY2Q6258-UowSLXTV3EM1hKFJGcAjBZwd2Ldnp_Bdcy3dsBGc773mXvgdGqOLi0gghHvtJFZL-u42Vy6rcRdC/s400/tumblr_kz0y5fdTc61qzwm6to1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623397901666394450" /></a><br />saber <a href="http://youtu.be/2QUacU0I4yU">disso</a> para escutar <a href="http://youtu.be/kaPWtX1xG3s">essa música do young</a>.Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-33199429528511032792011-06-05T15:34:00.000-07:002011-06-05T15:36:22.314-07:00alguém conhece?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivP37hKYvLUaIVXbRIpdLbs5vmD62c43_Xpt28KHRrrDmWwylh_1TulgRsDJmd3vf_BFz-Y5CCw09_fa8ZF_A4pfYDCq7xifxEfP_Tg17H6_71htul5ss32Y3JAkjcmbjQk5nFp8Gz2fIW/s1600/IsaacJoelTorres.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivP37hKYvLUaIVXbRIpdLbs5vmD62c43_Xpt28KHRrrDmWwylh_1TulgRsDJmd3vf_BFz-Y5CCw09_fa8ZF_A4pfYDCq7xifxEfP_Tg17H6_71htul5ss32Y3JAkjcmbjQk5nFp8Gz2fIW/s400/IsaacJoelTorres.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614867840485852114" /></a><br /><div>grato.</div>Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-90566468657676035422011-04-11T20:35:00.000-07:002011-05-29T21:44:45.274-07:00pra terminar em maceió<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia3DxuNzEtm7gzw75CY3-IekNYzyGAeaujWyTlb7lwRbWGZFl2ypc3H-zIiVpJXBqUVXjio59NLJZ4fod3Jdryf0IMw69wYiMlYGbMci9XdhzzFXyDQ4jwgYEUok7fAFmvBkdThCTyc2fx/s1600/2901781315_b1cd74f114.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia3DxuNzEtm7gzw75CY3-IekNYzyGAeaujWyTlb7lwRbWGZFl2ypc3H-zIiVpJXBqUVXjio59NLJZ4fod3Jdryf0IMw69wYiMlYGbMci9XdhzzFXyDQ4jwgYEUok7fAFmvBkdThCTyc2fx/s400/2901781315_b1cd74f114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594536908206030482" /></a><br /><div>pensei te ouvir dizer:</div><div>não há ontem nem amanhã no querer alguém</div><div><br /></div><div>cansei de imaginar </div><div>por que não? onde será? quando vem?</div><div><br /></div><div>parei de procurar</div><div>despeço aqui de te buscar para ir além.</div>Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-7188447047706725142011-03-31T15:38:00.001-07:002011-03-31T15:42:54.502-07:00freak!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjciGaejrq21lxgFoTIVeNfuh0ea5pporvTbLRr-rJyU0QQ3Nhex0uIrZI7QYbeUiwXpNmAafA8KC1-Veb8uiRkoI82ThGGJk05xmNuGFKJkESJ-Z5xQ46s189E3m6xD3BFb3X2NgZZS-Ef/s1600/DSC00915.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjciGaejrq21lxgFoTIVeNfuh0ea5pporvTbLRr-rJyU0QQ3Nhex0uIrZI7QYbeUiwXpNmAafA8KC1-Veb8uiRkoI82ThGGJk05xmNuGFKJkESJ-Z5xQ46s189E3m6xD3BFb3X2NgZZS-Ef/s400/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590378021210598130" /></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzSLeTnxdupSG8ls1c98tuPD8hwXYvkyhqBn6ZWQwLN5UGqpWuwTsKXdtKEBcJ3-eCo9L3T7hS6lWsE_RrYMDU6vU_bCH4aNmI_tQI7eSbJSYV6UIMafluXdoFvUBLB4KNZlsNzhPSK64J/s400/DSC00918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590378023836208642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>não estou seguro nem no meu quarto mais.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-55506228041875291022011-03-28T21:34:00.000-07:002011-03-28T21:59:09.584-07:00Reincidência & Maus antecedentes<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8XScIz-9FJo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">sim, eu sei<br />a cada verso eu te machuco mais<br />o que eu peço: não me escute mais<br />eu vou entender<br /><br />o que eu sei<br />foi um beijo que eu kiss<br />querer-te foi o que eu quis<br />mas não cabe em mim<br /><br />contradição<br />na verdade, meu erro é insistir<br />é de novo e de novo repetir<br />o que nunca deu certo em lugar algum<br />então mais uma vez:<br />me perdoe me perdoe<br /><br />sim, eu sei<br />a cada verso eu te machuco mais<br />o que eu peço: não me escute mais</span></div>Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-15346902994695345032011-02-27T21:21:00.000-08:002011-02-27T21:24:20.878-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7wFDz_DSzcCKYGqYrpTNcrNKh1AWTRIV_UtLL0ouDobCbMerpuc_js0MYxzN2KxpsOKCZIFjREOFXQFi6QgkOYa05Q6Ih5JTGmMqh7jq-GdPxOG-OFS9zSQ3b38HNMZreW_SBqSCW2Tkm/s1600/110228-022309.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7wFDz_DSzcCKYGqYrpTNcrNKh1AWTRIV_UtLL0ouDobCbMerpuc_js0MYxzN2KxpsOKCZIFjREOFXQFi6QgkOYa05Q6Ih5JTGmMqh7jq-GdPxOG-OFS9zSQ3b38HNMZreW_SBqSCW2Tkm/s400/110228-022309.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578606930612991090" /></a><br /><div>sim, eu sei</div><div>a cada verso eu te machuco mais</div><div>o que eu peço: não me escute mais</div><div>eu vou entender</div><div><br /></div><div>o que eu sei</div><div>foi um beijo que eu kiss</div><div>querer-te foi o que eu quis</div><div>mas não cabe em mim</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-34982556559516560782010-12-14T14:59:00.000-08:002010-12-14T15:06:30.673-08:00pra tatinha<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4SWm53__gOyr9UXxq0qtdc5Mpiidg0d8_UUuUznMcSs07ttmeq0Anbm4wlspcCue5bg_A-EZehjqXdnB9gsZi0nq5s42XJhlg6Tsg6kLd80u4u7C5vQd91GW9dsfCQbD1qm9B983lEue/s1600/DSC05623.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM4SWm53__gOyr9UXxq0qtdc5Mpiidg0d8_UUuUznMcSs07ttmeq0Anbm4wlspcCue5bg_A-EZehjqXdnB9gsZi0nq5s42XJhlg6Tsg6kLd80u4u7C5vQd91GW9dsfCQbD1qm9B983lEue/s400/DSC05623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550677995981470178" /></a><br /><div>esse post é pra minha querida amiga que está sentindo frio no caribe.</div><div>pra ela que faz uma falta danada aqui.</div><div>que quando voltar vai fazer uma falta danada lá.</div><div>que sua querida irmã está indo visitá-la.</div><div>que em breve vai ter um abraço fraterno pra confortar como um chá-de-camomila.</div><div>que é bastante a intenção desse post.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-87836852161310039882010-07-12T10:49:00.000-07:002010-07-12T10:53:20.271-07:00puta falta de sacanagem<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRwaPSiuJeEyNxlk6daTb5xbRS9QhbpZvWxKAxHUDjJWmuTW43OlbAGlyVbpRYtZwH7L81-E_ULWHsPpkVxvRdxKCWlPAeVDIQAScFzCN8AACLrrssLmCrtLRVdKjPgIM8caO0gWRFzWHM/s1600/terry-richardson-kiss.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRwaPSiuJeEyNxlk6daTb5xbRS9QhbpZvWxKAxHUDjJWmuTW43OlbAGlyVbpRYtZwH7L81-E_ULWHsPpkVxvRdxKCWlPAeVDIQAScFzCN8AACLrrssLmCrtLRVdKjPgIM8caO0gWRFzWHM/s400/terry-richardson-kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493078941942590386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSZZxywO8xOSaxJt0vGhp0DNHSaMES-70RsZ9cRAIxSXqn2Pfz7XjmCkkS2px6au42j_SE7B5jSCRCCmETOdEs6NE765vK30BkjEC9Y-SryuX_O6zMyZyEXehHhJ6QqSpuPPhKm8AHAsx/s1600/terry-richardson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSZZxywO8xOSaxJt0vGhp0DNHSaMES-70RsZ9cRAIxSXqn2Pfz7XjmCkkS2px6au42j_SE7B5jSCRCCmETOdEs6NE765vK30BkjEC9Y-SryuX_O6zMyZyEXehHhJ6QqSpuPPhKm8AHAsx/s400/terry-richardson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493078930580285826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTesskfVK5tqdrCCBKJ9jJV2ZLuIEx2X7Ahwdxlfs-HzRfBboNpFpobQ4MzuSuJ0mLe4_OxUkieUuNDimmWrdlCU-75o5vPVFmB3VImWgVFzYVnJHuosJ3wIdxSKuZ2kfWzmT8HACrjHlH/s1600/tom_ford_terryrichardson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTesskfVK5tqdrCCBKJ9jJV2ZLuIEx2X7Ahwdxlfs-HzRfBboNpFpobQ4MzuSuJ0mLe4_OxUkieUuNDimmWrdlCU-75o5vPVFmB3VImWgVFzYVnJHuosJ3wIdxSKuZ2kfWzmT8HACrjHlH/s400/tom_ford_terryrichardson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493078588294101058" /></a><br /><div>terry richardson por partes.</div>Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-54958257533376681462010-07-05T16:50:00.000-07:002010-07-05T16:58:52.243-07:00Post 100<div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiaXsXTYngQ9pzTq4KVXrRlqoEyfl1TUESV0da6SKQgmKZKnCfpGxsn0m8LTIP7DS0RMe-YfY_xzCVysigrUzEbSAwn5mCq1__SIaiymcIO_QcmI9xhgvXcRPN8YsGt2iKzlcfl8I8fRdC/s400/00190a.preview.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490575218340770482" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibguUkCySS4OYEpoI0fOPLPNqrJRmS-ShxwYp0U9coikOFpyS5kvIaG69oaE2l9LMOOhzRXFEmreZAFN0VyWAI7sQazK4Yr80RzkezS8_yzir57AslKkfZdWyUVXZTSdwPsBUTfln5P21y/s400/113600069_5013abd2b5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490575227348834642" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkR6yGE0xtzQ4yO7CT04LgCQr6DLEIh8pwunwE2HuvFNVePTSju4Etc4Ke7qM8pVqgUYZggBctGJlAvIbub_t_36DKt7ez4yXxCGD6o9qQVuIRMAxl4X-_EhGUTXOy2TihnwDjCY9SWVX/s1600/LA-Freeway-Ansel-Adams.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkR6yGE0xtzQ4yO7CT04LgCQr6DLEIh8pwunwE2HuvFNVePTSju4Etc4Ke7qM8pVqgUYZggBctGJlAvIbub_t_36DKt7ez4yXxCGD6o9qQVuIRMAxl4X-_EhGUTXOy2TihnwDjCY9SWVX/s400/LA-Freeway-Ansel-Adams.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490575235717281474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3p1C6puxjo6PArOujTZZZxfpBjwoEWsYIccLsgl8JwCUcnL2FsSUN5sxUKL323ZLP3HWOBrF7ps62XDAGHKGq6NdlqfathPNlMUIsWWq_ja96CZfLzWa45zwuyY935r8BMzmhZJEtlHhyphenhyphen/s1600/ansel_15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3p1C6puxjo6PArOujTZZZxfpBjwoEWsYIccLsgl8JwCUcnL2FsSUN5sxUKL323ZLP3HWOBrF7ps62XDAGHKGq6NdlqfathPNlMUIsWWq_ja96CZfLzWa45zwuyY935r8BMzmhZJEtlHhyphenhyphen/s400/ansel_15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490575233280211250" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>melhor metáfora da vida com Ansel Adams. indico escutar <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMcBdR5AcBI">essa</a>.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-19865121092941762922010-06-22T18:15:00.000-07:002010-06-22T18:21:20.518-07:00astronauta da saudade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPp5FhcZFARmGdSwOmB_9Hr4-YwatOYJGyS68PlySfIFTq_qTXk4NX_Atqc1UXzN6_4DGB_D4_NOxU2Nr6qYIPag_blvbVGg8hnss0_Cg-Whyex5OLLkSLbC4w_xyrw8UuYQ9yMAKp3UXX/s1600/04beneaththeroses300dpi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPp5FhcZFARmGdSwOmB_9Hr4-YwatOYJGyS68PlySfIFTq_qTXk4NX_Atqc1UXzN6_4DGB_D4_NOxU2Nr6qYIPag_blvbVGg8hnss0_Cg-Whyex5OLLkSLbC4w_xyrw8UuYQ9yMAKp3UXX/s400/04beneaththeroses300dpi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485772777947528050" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>recomeçar sem a memória do caminho, só a intuição de que por aqui não devo ir.</div><div>dali não devo passar.</div><div><br /></div><div>talvez seja melhor sair do carro na chuva e por lá ficar do que andar mais um quarteirão. saber desistir.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Até um dia, até talvez, até quem sabe.</i></div><div><i>So just give up.</i></div>Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-66816618672565466122010-06-01T13:04:00.000-07:002010-06-01T13:06:20.493-07:00Lado Bom da Música<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7PUvCZ-6RgfBcbmviinF6IQmACgsRv04pejp-zBqZVZc8oUTtsP0mKKkqIWW-XZC7xQmH1kbOuDUvqVQ8lDNkQPnmM-415MnG7R6TYmqEnguH9_DJTVa3RlyE3JYCuIX93gM6noA4BbG/s1600/flyer+lado+bom.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7PUvCZ-6RgfBcbmviinF6IQmACgsRv04pejp-zBqZVZc8oUTtsP0mKKkqIWW-XZC7xQmH1kbOuDUvqVQ8lDNkQPnmM-415MnG7R6TYmqEnguH9_DJTVa3RlyE3JYCuIX93gM6noA4BbG/s400/flyer+lado+bom.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477898914370945090" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"><span class="UIStory_Message">portal de música novo!<br />lançamento fino!<br />pessoal guerreiro!</span></h3><div><span class="UIStory_Message"><br /></span></div><div><span class="UIStory_Message"><br /></span></div></span>Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437287016322882341.post-85066562865972468382010-05-28T15:03:00.000-07:002010-05-28T15:07:20.224-07:00sá nas profundezas do nada<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAc7gyHupfWZ0jXZqMePgqW7tkaLnvYUUQgVVn0F026wNYjGR3UiL9eCNegPjZq_0jZyju4KzhPF2lN4lXcDEp0pEBGWNorCeu_5Fv7hT1tZGgsAv_f2iG6yl2nvjDaP8e9eJ_YyqSaDl/s1600/boatdown.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAc7gyHupfWZ0jXZqMePgqW7tkaLnvYUUQgVVn0F026wNYjGR3UiL9eCNegPjZq_0jZyju4KzhPF2lN4lXcDEp0pEBGWNorCeu_5Fv7hT1tZGgsAv_f2iG6yl2nvjDaP8e9eJ_YyqSaDl/s400/boatdown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476445429097730626" /></a><br /><br />... o silêncio, a ausência, o vago, o só...<br />A Lacuna em mim tem nome, endereço e me liga à cobrar de madrugada só pra assustar.<br />Tira-me da cama e me deixa de vigília fazendo com que de 5 em 5 minutos eu confira se surgiu alguma coisa nova na geladeira.<br />Só pra olhar.<br />Dessa frequência eu também congelo, fico anestesiado e andando descalço sobre o mármore do inferno.<br />Ainda bem que est(s)ou incrédulo.Thiago Sáhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122577773496866887noreply@blogger.com0