<?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-7498175608201486711</id><updated>2011-09-04T21:20:40.076-03:00</updated><category term='letra'/><category term='free hugs'/><category term='pascoa'/><category term='2009'/><category term='férias'/><category term='hugs'/><category term='incompleto'/><category term='free'/><category term='tecnologia'/><category term='minas gerais'/><category term='festa'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='música'/><category term='gratis'/><category term='vagalume'/><category term='eu'/><category term='vida'/><category term='tédio'/><category term='natal'/><category term='windows'/><category term='amizade'/><category 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late!&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>310</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-2534969606078405717</id><published>2009-10-21T01:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:45:43.615-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BANDONEI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora tô &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://lucasmezencio.wordpress.com"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-2534969606078405717?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2534969606078405717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2534969606078405717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/10/bandonei-agora-to-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-1581850136856024340</id><published>2009-10-18T18:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:45:45.477-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(06:41:33 PM) Lucas Mezêncio: fala qualquer coisa..&lt;br /&gt;(06:41:41 PM) Lisie: qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;(06:41:44 PM) Lisie: eu ein&lt;br /&gt;(06:42:42 PM) Lucas Mezêncio: to testando uma coisa..&lt;br /&gt;(06:42:45 PM) Lucas Mezêncio: fala de novo..&lt;br /&gt;(06:43:54 PM) Lisie: de novo&lt;br /&gt;(06:44:21 PM) Lucas Mezêncio: foi mal encher..&lt;br /&gt;é a ultima vez..&lt;br /&gt;(06:44:23 PM) Lucas Mezêncio: de novo pls.. =]&lt;br /&gt;(06:44:40 PM) Lisie: 'de novo' ou 'qualquer coisa'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Por isso que eu amo essas 'pssoa' da minha vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-1581850136856024340?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1581850136856024340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1581850136856024340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/10/064133-pm-lucas-mezencio-fala-qualquer.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-2348830415402763680</id><published>2009-10-18T02:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:27:24.167-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nao eh a a primeira vez que eu posto bebado.&lt;br /&gt;To com saudade da Lisie. Gosto muito dela. E sair com ela eh muito foda.&lt;br /&gt;Estranho porque eu vi ela ontem. Maaaaas, sair com ela eh sempre legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que que eu to falando aqui????&lt;br /&gt;Whatever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-2348830415402763680?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2348830415402763680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2348830415402763680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-eh-a-primeira-vez-que-eu-posto.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-1925669641377635239</id><published>2009-10-16T18:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:20:00.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Começar uma semana com cafunés e massagem não é todo dia.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;E percebi que minha caída por olhos claros, cabelos vermelhos e sardas são maiores do que eu pensava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena que minha semana foi só decaindo. Meio que sem motivo, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Ontem foi até legal. DUNADA resolvi mandar sms pra todas as pessoas que realmente são importantes pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito bacana e fiquei super feliz momentaneamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim. É isso.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei pra que criei esse post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo vai uma música de uma bandinha que conheci há pouco tempo. Melodia linda. Letra bizarra. Mas faz sentido. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Find a cure&lt;br /&gt;find a cure for my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;Oh you think I'm in control&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;Oh you think it's all for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile&lt;br /&gt;put a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a price&lt;br /&gt;Put a price on my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;Oh you think I'm in control&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;Oh you think it's all for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a cure&lt;br /&gt;find a cure for my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a price&lt;br /&gt;put a price on my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a wall&lt;br /&gt;Build a fortress around my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;oh you think I'm in control&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;oh you think it's all for fun&lt;br /&gt;Is this fun for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god&lt;br /&gt;Ida Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-1925669641377635239?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1925669641377635239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1925669641377635239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/10/comecar-uma-semana-com-cafunes-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-2384364011264372720</id><published>2009-10-15T15:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:28:46.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quero dias cinzas e conversas tolas,&lt;br /&gt;Quero sonhos bizarros,&lt;br /&gt;quero café amargo,&lt;br /&gt;quero um afago!&lt;br /&gt;E ao deitar, quero sono profundo&lt;br /&gt;a noite inteira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Por &lt;a href="http://cafevanilla.wordpress.com/2009/10/15/358/"&gt;Anamaria Moraes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-2384364011264372720?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2384364011264372720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2384364011264372720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/10/quero-dias-cinzas-e-conversas-tolas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-4331094865549806306</id><published>2009-10-14T17:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:28:42.139-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Qual o segredo da felicidade?&lt;br /&gt;Será preciso ficar só pra se viver?&lt;br /&gt;Qual o sentido da realidade?&lt;br /&gt;Será preciso ficar só pra se viver?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-4331094865549806306?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4331094865549806306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4331094865549806306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/10/qual-o-segredo-da-felicidade-sera.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-1907200851167977667</id><published>2009-10-10T23:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:16:59.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Testando o Windows Live Writer Bêbado</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Cara, tenho que babar ovo da Micro$oft agora. Windows Live Writer é foda! =]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-1907200851167977667?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1907200851167977667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1907200851167977667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/10/testando-o-windows-live-writer-bebado.html' title='Testando o Windows Live Writer Bêbado'/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-5541321776698505952</id><published>2009-10-08T01:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:06:57.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Só queria um abraço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais nada..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-5541321776698505952?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5541321776698505952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5541321776698505952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-queria-um-abraco.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-7648308020879417282</id><published>2009-10-05T17:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:51:48.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desisti do meu post sobre afeto. Quem sabe um dia eu num posto ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a gente não tivesse feito tanta coisa,&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse dito tanta coisa,&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse inventado tanto&lt;br /&gt;Podia ter vivido um amor Grand' Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a gente não dissesse tudo tão depressa,&lt;br /&gt;Se não fizesse tudo tão depressa,&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse exagerado a dose,&lt;br /&gt;Podia ter vivido um grande amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia um caminhão atropelou a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Sem teus carinhos e tua atenção&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor se transformou em "Bom Dia"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual o segredo da felicidade?&lt;br /&gt;Será preciso ficar só pra se viver?&lt;br /&gt;Qual o sentido da realidade?&lt;br /&gt;Será preciso ficar só pra se viver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a gente não dissesse tudo tão depressa,&lt;br /&gt;Se não fizesse tudo tão depressa,&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse exagerado a dose,&lt;br /&gt;Podia ter vivido um grande amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia um caminhão atropelou a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Sem teus carinhos e tua atenção&lt;br /&gt;O nosso amor se transformou em "Bom Dia"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual o segredo da felicidade?&lt;br /&gt;Será preciso ficar só pra se viver?&lt;br /&gt;Qual o sentido da realidade?&lt;br /&gt;Será preciso ficar só pra se viver?&lt;br /&gt;Só pra se viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficar só&lt;br /&gt;Só pra se viver...&lt;br /&gt;Ficar só&lt;br /&gt;Só pra se viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kid Abelha&lt;br /&gt;Grand' Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-7648308020879417282?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7648308020879417282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7648308020879417282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/10/desisti-do-meu-post-sobre-afeto.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-8267559670801894072</id><published>2009-10-04T23:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:50:34.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi domingo.&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Como todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-8267559670801894072?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/8267559670801894072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/8267559670801894072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/10/e.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-6136169716507834390</id><published>2009-09-23T15:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:20:44.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quantas vezes eu vou ter que repetir&lt;br /&gt;os mesmos erros que eu nem sei quais são&lt;br /&gt;quanto tempo mais vou ter que resistir&lt;br /&gt;sem querer buscar&lt;br /&gt;e reconhecer a minha própria condição&lt;br /&gt;e continuar&lt;br /&gt;sem saber ao certo se existe um fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que é um dia a mais quando se quer descobrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que eu sinto e não consigo explicar&lt;br /&gt;pra ter certeza de que nada vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;além de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as coisas mais difíceis para conquistar&lt;br /&gt;em instantes ponho tudo a perder&lt;br /&gt;se houvesse forma de voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;sem me arrepender&lt;br /&gt;o que pode ser um engano, mas&lt;br /&gt;a explicação&lt;br /&gt;só o tempo trás&lt;br /&gt;não precisa o medo para ir além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que é um dia a mais quando se quer descobrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que eu sinto e não consigo explicar&lt;br /&gt;pra ter certeza de que nada vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;além de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monno&lt;br /&gt;Um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-6136169716507834390?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6136169716507834390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6136169716507834390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/quantas-vezes-eu-vou-ter-que-repetir-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-8054741477292732074</id><published>2009-09-22T00:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:16:05.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want your company&lt;br /&gt;I want you to comfort me just come with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me there take me with you&lt;br /&gt;I can't be alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;I can't trust myself tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't trust myself tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-8054741477292732074?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/8054741477292732074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/8054741477292732074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-want-your-company-i-want-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-3817237184291119214</id><published>2009-09-21T15:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:50:47.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd like to close my eyes and go numb&lt;br /&gt;But there's a cold wind coming from&lt;br /&gt;The top of the highest high rise today&lt;br /&gt;Its not a breeze cuz it blows hard&lt;br /&gt;Yes and it wants me to discard&lt;br /&gt;The humanity I know,&lt;br /&gt;watched the warmth blow away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't let the world bring you down&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold&lt;br /&gt;Remember why you came and while you're alive&lt;br /&gt;Experience the warmth before you grow old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-3817237184291119214?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3817237184291119214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3817237184291119214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/id-like-to-close-my-eyes-and-go-numb.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-6212663819525229862</id><published>2009-09-21T14:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:28:04.447-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-6212663819525229862?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6212663819525229862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6212663819525229862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/until-i-wrap-myself-inside-your-arms-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-5061771561579241590</id><published>2009-09-20T03:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T03:40:25.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Entrei aqui, pra colocar mais um post e vi que o último foi de número 300. Número redondo. Difícil de se ver. Mas que que eu tô falando?&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música que a Lisie colocou pra tocar no mac. Me fez viajar total.&lt;br /&gt;Essa música me faz viajar. Sempre. É estranho, mas é isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream about you&lt;br /&gt;In this dream I'm dancing right beside you&lt;br /&gt;And it looked like everyone was having fun&lt;br /&gt;A kind of feeling I've waited so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop come a little closer&lt;br /&gt;As we jam the rythm gets stronger&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with just a little little fun&lt;br /&gt;We were dancing all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is right to put my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;You're feeling mine&lt;br /&gt;You wrap your arms around too&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly I feel the shining sun&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it this dream was all gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;About this dream and you&lt;br /&gt;I wish this dream comes true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;About this dream and you&lt;br /&gt;We'll make this dream come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you play the game?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you play the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Daft Punk&lt;br /&gt;Digital Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-5061771561579241590?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5061771561579241590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5061771561579241590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/entrei-aqui-pra-colocar-mais-um-post-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-9133660342145922684</id><published>2009-09-18T17:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:36:38.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://search.twitter.com/search?q=&amp;ands=&amp;phrase=&amp;ors=&amp;nots=&amp;tag=fato&amp;lang=all&amp;from=&amp;to=&amp;ref=&amp;near=&amp;within=15&amp;units=mi&amp;since=&amp;until=&amp;rpp=15" taget="_blank"&gt;#FATO&lt;/a&gt;: hoje não é o meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;Ou melhor, essa semana não foi minha semana. Sério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirando que domingo vi pessoas lindas que eu amo demais e que percebi que eu realmente tenho uma 'leve' caída para cabelos vermelhos, olhos claros e sardas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semana tensa. MUITO tensa.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos bizarros. Noites MUITO mal dormidas. Dias sem conseguir concentrar em praticamente NADA.&lt;br /&gt;Fantasmas reaparecendo. Coisas importantes datadas como CRUCIAIS. Sentimento de vazio aparecendo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa semana, fui praticamente obrigado pela Renata (&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/lorimeyers" target="_blank"&gt;@lorimeyers&lt;/a&gt;) a fazer uma proposta ULTRA indecorosa que até hoje não tô acreditando que fiz, mas que seria muito bom se ela fosse aceita, visto que essas últimas noites não estão sendo nada legais. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, sexta-feira, acordo 7h55 (pego serviço às 8h), sendo que ontem, foi o dia que dormi mais cedo nessa semana!&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje é sexta, e como a Lisie (&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/liisie" target="_blank"&gt;@liisie&lt;/a&gt;) diz: eu vou viver! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso. Uma música pra hoje..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich will x7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ich will) Ich will dass ihr mir vertraut&lt;br /&gt;(Ich will) Ich will dass ihr mir glaubt&lt;br /&gt;(Ich will) Ich will eure Blicke spüren&lt;br /&gt;(Ich will) Jeden Herzschlag kontrollieren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ich will) Ich will eure Stimmen hören&lt;br /&gt;(Ich will) Ich will die Ruhe stören&lt;br /&gt;(Ich will) Ich will dass ihr mich gut seht&lt;br /&gt;(Ich will) Ich will dass ihr mich versteht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ich will) Ich will eure Phantasie&lt;br /&gt;(Ich will) Ich will eure Energie&lt;br /&gt;(Ich will) Ich will eure Hände sehen&lt;br /&gt;(Ich will) In Beifall untergehen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seht ihr mich?&lt;br /&gt;Versteht ihr mich?&lt;br /&gt;Fühlt ihr mich?&lt;br /&gt;Hört ihr mich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Könnt ihr mich hören?&lt;br /&gt;Wir hören dich&lt;br /&gt;Könnt ihr mich sehen?&lt;br /&gt;Wir sehen dich&lt;br /&gt;Könnt ihr mich fühlen?&lt;br /&gt;Wir fühlen dich&lt;br /&gt;Ich versteh euch nicht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wir wollen dass ihr uns vertraut&lt;br /&gt;Wir wollen dass ihr uns alles glaubt&lt;br /&gt;Wir wollen eure Hände sehen&lt;br /&gt;Wir wollen in Beifall untergehen - ja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Könnt ihr mich hören?&lt;br /&gt;Wir hören dich&lt;br /&gt;Könnt ihr mich sehen?&lt;br /&gt;Wir sehen dich&lt;br /&gt;Könnt ihr mich fühlen?&lt;br /&gt;Wir fühlen dich&lt;br /&gt;Ich versteh euch nicht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Könnt ihr uns hören?&lt;br /&gt;Wir hören euch&lt;br /&gt;Könnt ihr uns sehen?&lt;br /&gt;Wir sehen euch&lt;br /&gt;Könnt ihr uns fühlen?&lt;br /&gt;Wir fühlen euch&lt;br /&gt;Wir verstehen euch nicht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;Ich Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-9133660342145922684?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/9133660342145922684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/9133660342145922684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/fato-hoje-nao-e-o-meu-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-3287203820668952859</id><published>2009-09-18T11:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:14:24.018-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nichts ist für dich&lt;br /&gt;nichts war für dich&lt;br /&gt;nichts bleibt für dich&lt;br /&gt;für immer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-3287203820668952859?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3287203820668952859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3287203820668952859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/nichts-ist-fur-dich-nichts-war-fur-dich.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-2740357300132572451</id><published>2009-09-17T00:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:59:39.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Essa música vai pra uma pessoa que tá numa viagem BEM errada na minha cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, só uma observação pra essa música:&lt;br /&gt;PELO AMOR DE DEUS, &lt;a href="http://tramavirtual.uol.com.br/artista.jsp?id=86766" target="_blank"&gt;OUÇA A MÚSICA&lt;/a&gt;!! O BAIXO DELA É PERFEITO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viu mais um chão&lt;br /&gt;Tentou se esticar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre o mais fácil, nunca perto de enfrentar&lt;br /&gt;E o vício vai&lt;br /&gt;Tentar nos encolher&lt;br /&gt;E não há nada que não gire em contradição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me diz se há razão&lt;br /&gt;Pra não estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Outra noite em claro e mais uma canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um certo mal estar&lt;br /&gt;Aqui não pode fumar&lt;br /&gt;E até tão engraçado você vir me perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Onde isso vai parar?&lt;br /&gt;Aqui não pode casal&lt;br /&gt;Do mesmo sexo nem que seja liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só me diz como então&lt;br /&gt;Iremos reagir&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite em claro e outra canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem explicação&lt;br /&gt;Pra não estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se cada vez os ouço mais alto que eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais alto que eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu não desgosto do que me contou&lt;br /&gt;Pelo contrário, eu te dou toda razão&lt;br /&gt;Não há porque negar que eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que é claro que entre nós hé uma conexão&lt;br /&gt;E é claro, há muito mais além de diversão&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estaria aqui por outra razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me diz se há razão&lt;br /&gt;Pra não estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma noite em claro e outra canção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem explicação&lt;br /&gt;Se cada vez os ouço mais alto que eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais alto que eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu não desgosto do que me contou&lt;br /&gt;Pelo contrário, eu te dou toda razão&lt;br /&gt;E é claro eu sei que há uma conexão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zander&lt;br /&gt;Do The Shindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-2740357300132572451?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2740357300132572451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2740357300132572451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/essa-musica-vai-pra-uma-pessoa-que-ta.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-971471146647035446</id><published>2009-09-14T23:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:47:59.158-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porque as coisas num andam só um pouquinho mais rápido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque domingo não chega logo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-971471146647035446?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/971471146647035446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/971471146647035446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/porque-as-coisas-num-andam-so-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-179876813255229536</id><published>2009-09-11T10:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:39:09.345-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Queria poder ter a quem dar um..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Street Bulldogs&lt;br /&gt;Red Roses Bouquet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These times alone,&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to forget&lt;br /&gt;The huge pain hurts&lt;br /&gt;That's all you left for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for the things that you had already found&lt;br /&gt;The things you stole from me&lt;br /&gt;With a piece of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Stop - look - listen.&lt;br /&gt;That's your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These times alone,&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to forget&lt;br /&gt;The huge pain hurts&lt;br /&gt;That's all you left for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for the things that you had already found&lt;br /&gt;The things you stole from me&lt;br /&gt;With a piece of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Stop - look - listen.&lt;br /&gt;That's your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things that i can say&lt;br /&gt;Many things now i gotta pay&lt;br /&gt;For the price you give has never been right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, walking alone by the corners&lt;br /&gt;The winter seems to be colder and...&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i still care about you&lt;br /&gt;Still care about you, still care about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't for me and it wasn't for you&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't for none of us&lt;br /&gt;And the flowers still down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Where i left them for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things that i can say&lt;br /&gt;Many things now i gotta pay&lt;br /&gt;For the price you give has never been right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-179876813255229536?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/179876813255229536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/179876813255229536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/queria-poder-ter-quem-dar-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-4151122761140477125</id><published>2009-09-10T08:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:50:38.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu não pude deixar de notar&lt;br /&gt;É normal querer se rebelar&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias em que a gente até se perde um pouco&lt;br /&gt;E a gente sabe que ninguém mais vai ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No céu azul quando a noite for embora&lt;br /&gt;E a gente vai queimar os pés no asfalto&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o céu azul&lt;br /&gt;Nos tornar mais velhos outro dia mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente tem que descobrir a nossa hora&lt;br /&gt;Então vai, tenta um pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;Até agora eu não vi nada assim de mais&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Vai! Antes de assistir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu azul quando a noite for embora&lt;br /&gt;E a gente vai queimar os pés no asfalto&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o céu azul&lt;br /&gt;Nos tornar mais velhos outro dia mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim eu vou, assim a gente vai&lt;br /&gt;Até final, até parede mais próxima&lt;br /&gt;Pra nos fudermos ou derrubá-la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zander&lt;br /&gt;Outro Dia Mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-4151122761140477125?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4151122761140477125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4151122761140477125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-nao-pude-deixar-de-notar-e-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-7977059221652957104</id><published>2009-09-08T22:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:25:11.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(09:37:34 PM) Lisie: ela da mole pro mundo inteiro. dificil perceber&lt;br /&gt;(09:37:41 PM) Lucas Mezêncio: vadia ela so!&lt;br /&gt;(09:37:49 PM) Lisie: ce jura?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-7977059221652957104?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7977059221652957104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7977059221652957104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/093734-pm-lisie-ela-da-mole-pro-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-357808398595584150</id><published>2009-09-08T01:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:09:47.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Só queria ficar bem.&lt;br /&gt;E fazer com que todos a minha volta ficassem bem também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E seria perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-357808398595584150?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/357808398595584150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/357808398595584150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-queria-ficar-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-4488614497579467919</id><published>2009-09-07T23:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:40:41.698-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô mais carente que eu imaginava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso não é bom. Não agora. Não hoje. Não assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-4488614497579467919?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4488614497579467919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4488614497579467919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/e.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-5775525223653497751</id><published>2009-09-05T17:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:44:11.191-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A verdade é que você mente todo dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-5775525223653497751?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5775525223653497751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5775525223653497751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/verdade-e-que-voce-mente-todo-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-398687490532775387</id><published>2009-09-02T15:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:42:03.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>Esses dias, mais precisamente anteontem à noite, madrugada, sei lá, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/lucasmezencio/status/3681103171" target="_blank"&gt;postei no twitter uma frase&lt;/a&gt; que contraria totalmente o post anterior.&lt;br /&gt;Mas na verdade nem contraria tanto assim. Como eu mesmo falei no post anterior: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Mas como assim eu com medo? O Lucas, que não tem medo de nada. E ainda consegue fazer várias pessoas perderem o medo? É tipo isso mesmo.'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu penso sobre medo? Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a perdê-lo há algum tempo. Ensinei várias pessoas a não tê-lo. Já me arrependi por não ter tido medo. Já quis tê-lo em certas ocasiões. Já pus medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim. Medo é uma coisa que eu me forço a não ter, pois isso atrapalha, e muito.&lt;br /&gt;E sobre o medo do post anterior, só quem realmente me conhece e convive comigo sabe do que eu tô falando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo tosco. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-398687490532775387?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/398687490532775387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/398687490532775387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/09/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-5942747233342059580</id><published>2009-08-28T23:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:26:32.589-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esse post foi inspirado num post da &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/liisie"&gt;@liisie&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://lisie.wordpress.com/2009/08/29/baby-im-yours/" target="_blank"&gt;baby, i'm yours&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de uma coisa que eu ainda não consegui me livrar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas como assim eu com medo? O Lucas, que não tem medo de nada. E ainda consegue fazer várias pessoas perderem o medo? É tipo isso mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MEDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um medo único. Um medo idiota. Um medo tosco. Um medo criança. Um medo estranho. Um medo incontrolável. Um medo sem motivo. Um medo MEDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas UM medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do dia 14 de dezembro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-5942747233342059580?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5942747233342059580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5942747233342059580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/08/esse-post-foi-inspirado-num-post-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-6701044534381506596</id><published>2009-08-16T22:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:39:37.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minha doce dor se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Por trás de um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Comprado, corrompido&lt;br /&gt;Feliz fingido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso, dispenso explicações&lt;br /&gt;Não controlo meu super-ego&lt;br /&gt;Impossível entender minha tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Já desisti não existe porquê&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas mais um alegre deprê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busquei em vão&lt;br /&gt;Identificar&lt;br /&gt;Motivos para não&lt;br /&gt;Querer te guardar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Móveis Coloniais de Acaju&lt;br /&gt;Seria o Rolex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-6701044534381506596?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6701044534381506596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6701044534381506596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/08/minha-doce-dor-se-esconde-por-tras-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-1499173104594092303</id><published>2009-08-15T12:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:28:35.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do que é ruim eu me esqueço&lt;br /&gt;O bom eu quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Na tristeza eu quero avesso&lt;br /&gt;Agora quero paz&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que todo fim&lt;br /&gt;É um recomeço&lt;br /&gt;Pra nossa vida quero amor&lt;br /&gt;O resto eu desconheço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-1499173104594092303?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1499173104594092303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1499173104594092303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-que-e-ruim-eu-me-esqueco-o-bom-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-2545202430527339386</id><published>2009-08-14T14:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:57:45.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sem parar descanço&lt;br /&gt;Se parar eu canso&lt;br /&gt;Pra você eu desfarço&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer eu faço mais&lt;br /&gt;Com palavras digo&lt;br /&gt;O quanto eu quero&lt;br /&gt;O quanto eu minto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Vou entrar se a porta abrir&lt;br /&gt;Se isso foi tudo que eu sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;Por que ficar tão triste agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por estar distante&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim tão perto eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que isso não vai ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Nem me conter&lt;br /&gt;E ter perdido o teto&lt;br /&gt;E todo mundo ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pelo menos uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu entrar se a porta abrir&lt;br /&gt;Se isso foi tudo que eu sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;Por que ficar tão triste agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que não sou mais&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu só quero parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a minha ausência te faz bem&lt;br /&gt;Por que lembrar o que foi&lt;br /&gt;Agora que já não quero mais?&lt;br /&gt;Agora que já não tem razão&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não vou mais ligar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monno&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-2545202430527339386?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2545202430527339386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2545202430527339386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/08/sem-parar-descanco-se-parar-eu-canso.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-6020988537333355198</id><published>2009-08-13T10:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:46:40.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imagine então se nada mais pudesse nos prender&lt;br /&gt;e eu de fato conseguisse&lt;br /&gt;Enfim viver como deveria ser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-6020988537333355198?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6020988537333355198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6020988537333355198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/08/imagine-entao-se-nada-mais-pudesse-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-6143968198638437132</id><published>2009-08-09T17:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:46:58.104-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vontade de fazer cafuné em 'alguém'..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-6143968198638437132?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6143968198638437132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6143968198638437132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/08/vontade-de-fazer-cafune-em-alguem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-3670570267130405400</id><published>2009-08-04T10:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:23:58.612-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Repeat all the things you said to me&lt;br /&gt;You know my answer could hurt you&lt;br /&gt;This is not a game. This is not a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late to be afraid of me (my reaction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why!&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what you have to do&lt;br /&gt;Stay awake again&lt;br /&gt;You had a chance to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret is a word you'll never hear from me&lt;br /&gt;This is my time to show what I got to you&lt;br /&gt;This is not a game. This is not a joke&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late to be afraid of me&lt;br /&gt;If you start a fight, I will start a war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Street Bulldogs&lt;br /&gt;Don't Ask Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-3670570267130405400?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3670570267130405400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3670570267130405400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/08/repeat-all-things-you-said-to-me-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-359936166479035</id><published>2009-08-01T11:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:59:08.509-03:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>É amanhã pessoal! Meu dia! Aeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Ficarei mais velho, na verdade, quando vocês lerem isso aqui, eu já estarei mais velho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa música diz muito sobre mim. Eu acho que já postei ela aqui, mas dessa vez vai com o vídeo!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Tô sem criatividade hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É amanha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jecPIfrCLvQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jecPIfrCLvQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt for sure last night&lt;br /&gt;At once we said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;No one else will know these lonely dreams&lt;br /&gt;No one else will know that part of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm still driving away&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry every day&lt;br /&gt;I won't always love these selfish things&lt;br /&gt;I won't always live...&lt;br /&gt;Stop it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my turn to decide&lt;br /&gt;I knew this was our time&lt;br /&gt;No one else will have me like you do&lt;br /&gt;No one else will have me, only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youll sit alone forever&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for the right time&lt;br /&gt;What are you hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;Im here and now Im ready&lt;br /&gt;Holding on tight&lt;br /&gt;Don't give away the end&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that stays mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing still it seems&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 23&lt;br /&gt;I won't always love what Ill never have&lt;br /&gt;I won't always live in my regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll sit alone forever&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for the right time&lt;br /&gt;What are you hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;I'm here and now I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Holding on tight&lt;br /&gt;Don't give away the end&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that stays mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll sit alone forever&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for the right time&lt;br /&gt;What are you hoping for?&lt;br /&gt;I'm here and now I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Holding on tight&lt;br /&gt;Don't give away the end&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that stays mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-359936166479035?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/359936166479035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/359936166479035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-amanha-pessoal-meu-dia-aeeee-ficarei.html' title='23'/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-7056957240248107572</id><published>2009-07-30T23:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:00:40.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Entenda&lt;br /&gt;Quem não sabe tem que em tudo acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Promessas, histórias&lt;br /&gt;Exemplos que sirvam de lição&lt;br /&gt;(O tempo é curto para o que você quer ser)&lt;br /&gt;E o que será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando duvidar&lt;br /&gt;De si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;É o começo para tentar se conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Quando se está perdido&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio me parece um sinal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Em que tudo se vê&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre é verdade&lt;br /&gt;O que é o real&lt;br /&gt;além da impressão&lt;br /&gt;do que se sente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promessas, histórias&lt;br /&gt;Exemplos que sirvam de lição&lt;br /&gt;Quem não sabe tem que em tudo acreditar&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é curto para o que você quer ser&lt;br /&gt;(e só o tempo mostra o que há por dentro)&lt;br /&gt;O que será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monno&lt;br /&gt;Silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais 'serás'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-7056957240248107572?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7056957240248107572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7056957240248107572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/07/entenda-quem-nao-sabe-tem-que-em-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-5937059798007516423</id><published>2009-07-30T12:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:07:13.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Será que agora é tarde demais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que seria tarde demais? Às vezes penso, às vezes até consigo pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Tarde demais é uma relatividade idiota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada é tarde. Apenas depois. Mas será que depois seria tarde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Será?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta estranha. Será mais parece 'se' do que qualquer outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Serás' e mais 'serás'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E 'se' não fosse assim? E 'se' fose de outra maneira?&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas que atormentam a todos.&lt;br /&gt;Estranho seria se não atormentasse.&lt;br /&gt;Mas e 'se' não atormentasse? Seria a mesma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que não me atormentam mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promessas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo a música que coloquei no post anterior me faz perceber que é apenas isso:&lt;br /&gt;promessas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E bastam promessas para que fiquemos cheios de 'serás' e 'ses'.&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuo: estranho seria se não ficarmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando não ficamos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficam perguntas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Não pra você, mas pra mim mesmo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-5937059798007516423?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5937059798007516423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5937059798007516423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/07/sera-que-agora-e-tarde-demais-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-8063582328275280389</id><published>2009-07-23T20:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:00:44.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dizer que agora é tarde&lt;br /&gt;É só mais uma desculpa&lt;br /&gt;Das muitas que quero encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se escondo a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Não de você, mas de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Se for mais fácil&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir no final&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo em que acreditei&lt;br /&gt;Não faz mais sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar as coisas como estão&lt;br /&gt;Prometo te deixar em paz&lt;br /&gt;Mas são só promessas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me desculpar não é o bastante&lt;br /&gt;Só quando eu me entrego&lt;br /&gt;A viver mais a cada instante&lt;br /&gt;Se é tudo que resta&lt;br /&gt;Não pra você, mas pra mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Se for mais fácil descobrir no final&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo em que acreditei&lt;br /&gt;Não faz mais sentido, não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar as coisas como estão&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ver você partir&lt;br /&gt;Se essa é a minha chance,&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Mas são só promessas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monno&lt;br /&gt;Carta Pra Depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-8063582328275280389?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/8063582328275280389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/8063582328275280389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/07/dizer-que-agora-e-tarde-e-so-mais-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-5035527522572724674</id><published>2009-07-21T13:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:14:01.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Você diz saber exatamente&lt;br /&gt;O que é sentir assim&lt;br /&gt;O que eu duvido.&lt;br /&gt;É que ainda guardo em mim&lt;br /&gt;Todo o seu resquício&lt;br /&gt;Se é tão simples esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu não consigo?... aaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as coisas por dizer&lt;br /&gt;Já não dizem nada.&lt;br /&gt;As pequenas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Desde o início estavam aqui&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter percebido&lt;br /&gt;Conseguindo o que bem quer&lt;br /&gt;Não o que é preciso&lt;br /&gt;Continuo insistindo em te demonstrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que às vezes só mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Só mais uma vez é o bastante.&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero acreditar&lt;br /&gt;É o que me faz acreditar&lt;br /&gt;O que realmente somos&lt;br /&gt;Vidas que parecem sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhuma pressa de acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes só mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Só mais uma vez é o bastante&lt;br /&gt;O que eu quero acreditar&lt;br /&gt;É o que me faz acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que realmente somos?&lt;br /&gt;Vidas que parecem sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhuma pressa de acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monno&lt;br /&gt;As Pequenas Coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-5035527522572724674?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5035527522572724674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5035527522572724674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-diz-saber-exatamente-o-que-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-342642405116418341</id><published>2009-07-13T13:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:15:09.131-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quem um dia irá dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que existe razão&lt;br /&gt;Nas coisas feitas pelo coração?&lt;br /&gt;E quem irá dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que não existe razão?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-342642405116418341?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/342642405116418341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/342642405116418341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/07/quem-um-dia-ira-dizer-que-existe-razao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-7664445888485421759</id><published>2009-07-12T23:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:12:22.147-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Seek me) For comfort,&lt;br /&gt;(Call me) For solace&lt;br /&gt;(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;(Seek me) Completion,&lt;br /&gt;(Call me) I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-7664445888485421759?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7664445888485421759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7664445888485421759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/07/seek-me-for-comfort-call-me-for-solace.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-2246752649857640954</id><published>2009-07-10T14:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:03:05.189-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estes sapatos não me cabem mais&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me lembro quando eram confortáveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua visão me queima os olhos&lt;br /&gt;E pasmo, vejo, não existe mais retorno&lt;br /&gt;Parar o tempo, tentar voltar&lt;br /&gt;Na beleza deixada em algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Por todo esse limite que me impôs&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo pode ser contemplação&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho mais seu tempo pra perder&lt;br /&gt;Não tente me prender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tenha pressa quem quiser me alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Eu também tenho...&lt;br /&gt;Novas paisagens que me façam encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Outro destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De longe vou te rejeitando&lt;br /&gt;Daqui onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Continuo tão insatisfeito como da última vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua visão me queima os olhos&lt;br /&gt;E pasmo, vejo, não existe mais retorno&lt;br /&gt;Parar o tempo, tentar voltar&lt;br /&gt;Na beleza deixada em algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Por todo esse limite que me impôs&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo pode ser contemplação&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho mais seu tempo pra perder&lt;br /&gt;Não tente me prender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tenha pressa quem quiser me alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Eu também tenho...&lt;br /&gt;Novas paisagens que me façam encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Outro destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De longe vou te rejeitando&lt;br /&gt;Daqui onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Continuo tão insatisfeito como da última vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que lhe apontei o dedo&lt;br /&gt;Te julguei incapaz&lt;br /&gt;Seremos o melhor exemplo do que não seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dizer sim, e te mostrar, sempre estou certo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurando por algo novo&lt;br /&gt;Que me traga satisfação&lt;br /&gt;Eu peguei outro desvio&lt;br /&gt;Talvez me afaste mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O Melhor Exemplo do que Não Seguir&lt;br /&gt;Dead Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-2246752649857640954?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2246752649857640954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2246752649857640954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/07/estes-sapatos-nao-me-cabem-mais-ainda.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-4942514021796264200</id><published>2009-07-07T00:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:54:24.157-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sua vida é limitada. Não perca tempo vivendo a vida de outra pessoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-4942514021796264200?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4942514021796264200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4942514021796264200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/07/sua-vida-e-limitada.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-1956286454615118587</id><published>2009-07-06T09:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:17:39.237-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me tirem daqui, longe de ti&lt;br /&gt;Leve-me o mais longe que eu puder ir&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe em paz pra que eu possa sentir&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de saudade e suportar&lt;br /&gt;Pra poder sentir sua falta e aguentar&lt;br /&gt;Muito mais que quarenta minutos&lt;br /&gt;Mais que o tempo de desfazer as malas&lt;br /&gt;Se não fossem meus amigos&lt;br /&gt;O grito dos meus irmãos&lt;br /&gt;A maionese do oficina&lt;br /&gt;As quintas no sala 11&lt;br /&gt;Estaria longe daqui&lt;br /&gt;Distante de ti&lt;br /&gt;Ficaria melhor ou seria pior&lt;br /&gt;Muito mais que quarenta minutos&lt;br /&gt;Queria ficar muito mais&lt;br /&gt;Que quarenta minutos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;40 Minutos Na Ilha&lt;br /&gt;Projeto Peixe Morto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-1956286454615118587?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1956286454615118587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1956286454615118587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-tirem-daqui-longe-de-ti-leve-me-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-1029574339696304933</id><published>2009-06-28T21:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:47:28.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não feche a porta se por acaso pensas em voltar&lt;br /&gt;O que um simples abraço quer dizer?&lt;br /&gt;Não posso mais culpar as minhas pobres duvidas&lt;br /&gt;Mais afinal o que nos trouxe até aqui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não feche os olhos se não puder sorrir e imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Me de só mais uma chance de entender&lt;br /&gt;Não vim aqui me desculpar nem tentar explicar&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fingir que o mundo hoje pode esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos prontos pra partir de novo os nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;Não vai ser a primeira vez, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Estamos prontos pra partir de novo os nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;Não vai ser a primeira vez nem a ultima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que argumentos você tem&lt;br /&gt;Pra não estar tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Me diz se alguma outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Já se sentiu tão vivo&lt;br /&gt;Que chegou a doer&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo brilho nos seus olhos não precisa responder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos prontos pra partir de novo os nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;Não vai ser a primeira vez, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Estamos prontos pra partir de novo os nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;Não vai ser a primeira vez nem a ultima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me diz que eu não avisei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Noção De Nada&lt;br /&gt;Suja A Roupa, Mais Lava A Alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-1029574339696304933?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1029574339696304933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1029574339696304933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-feche-porta-se-por-acaso-pensas-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-8870441975795629063</id><published>2009-06-27T15:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:30:03.078-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faça-me o favor de ir se fuder, você sabe, eu nem preciso dizer..&lt;br /&gt;Acho que talves nem exista um porque.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é fato, ser coerente não vai te ajudar desta vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei, pra você puxar o gatilho não é esforço nenhum, mesmo assim.&lt;br /&gt;Irei dar minha cara a tapa sem refresco nenhum, desta vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser coerente não vai resolver.&lt;br /&gt;Me dar esmola não vai te salver.&lt;br /&gt;Puxar o gatilho não vai te ajudar a se sentir melhor desta vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-8870441975795629063?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/8870441975795629063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/8870441975795629063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/faca-me-o-favor-de-ir-se-fuder-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-6049827675114494356</id><published>2009-06-21T18:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:23:35.897-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aumenta o som do meu stereo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero te levar a sério&lt;br /&gt;Apaga a luz e chega perto&lt;br /&gt;Pra eu te mostrar os meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;Você dormiu sem me dizer as coisas boas do seu dia&lt;br /&gt;E eu saí sem te contar que o que importa nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;É só deixar rolar e sempre...é só deixar rolar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no meu corpo ainda sinto o seu perfume&lt;br /&gt;O resultado do nosso confronto&lt;br /&gt;E se para os outros já não faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;Eu continuo tentando insistindo&lt;br /&gt;Você dormiu sem me dizer as coisas boas do seu dia&lt;br /&gt;E eu saí sem te contar que o que importa nessa vida&lt;br /&gt;É só deixar rolar e sempre...é só deixar rolar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá tudo pode parecer estranho&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá tudo pode parecer a todo tempo de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que eu falei dormindo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre quis dizer de dia&lt;br /&gt;Invento artifícios para nunca te perder&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou te perder... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Detonautas Roque Clube&lt;br /&gt;Tudo Que Eu Falei Dormindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-6049827675114494356?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6049827675114494356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6049827675114494356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/aumenta-o-som-do-meu-stereo-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-831974396181173964</id><published>2009-06-21T17:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:29:17.045-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu não consigo mais&lt;br /&gt;Me satisfazer&lt;br /&gt;O dia-a-dia que me cerca me enlouquece e não&lt;br /&gt;Consigo mais, me satisfazer&lt;br /&gt;Tô precisando de um tempo pra pensar melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu te quero aqui&lt;br /&gt;Perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso me desperta pensamentos sujos&lt;br /&gt;Me satisfaz, deixe-me te tocar&lt;br /&gt;Tô precisando de alguém pra me entender melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No escuro o sangue escorre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diferente de ontem&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero poder, ir mais além com você&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Nós três, somos estranhos demais&lt;br /&gt;Tô precisando de alguém pra me explicar melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No escuro o sangue escorre &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Detonautas Roque Clube&lt;br /&gt;No Escuro O Sangue Escorre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-831974396181173964?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/831974396181173964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/831974396181173964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-nao-consigo-mais-me-satisfazer-o-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-7776149091466773213</id><published>2009-06-11T11:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:42:45.865-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Renda-se, como eu me rendi. Mergulhe no que você não conhece como eu mergulhei. Não se preocupe em entender, viver ultrapassa qualquer entendimento..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse Lispector&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-7776149091466773213?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7776149091466773213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7776149091466773213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/renda-se-como-eu-me-rendi.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-822229003843274269</id><published>2009-06-08T01:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:23:53.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faz frio lá fora.&lt;br /&gt;E meu coração treme, mesmo dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;É estranho, depois te tanto tempo, não entender porque ainda é assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só queria paz, amor e nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;Uma casinha no campo ou na praia, lareira, luz de velas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-822229003843274269?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/822229003843274269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/822229003843274269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/faz-frio-la-fora.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-8679597383025345364</id><published>2009-06-08T00:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:17:11.281-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aqui dentro sou tão igual...&lt;br /&gt;E todos conseguem ser igualmente diferentes de mim.&lt;br /&gt;mas afinal, não é assim que as coisas são lá fora?&lt;br /&gt;(As vozes insistem em me culpar. As mesmas vozes que me apontavam o caminho da estrada. As mesmas vozes que apontam o dedo pra zombar do meu fracasso. Cubro os ouvidos mesmo sabendo que não posso me proteger de mim mesmo)&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos eu pudesse ficar alerta...&lt;br /&gt;Por onde andei? Quem me chama? Onde estou?&lt;br /&gt;Quando foi a última vez que comi ou disse alguma palavra?&lt;br /&gt;Me pergunto se as coisas teriam sido diferentes se eu tivesse lhe mutilado, dando vazão à minha raiva.&lt;br /&gt;Mas será??&lt;br /&gt;Estas fendas deveriam estar em teu corpo e não no meu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas será??&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez livre, tudo será do meu jeito.&lt;br /&gt;Mas será!! Fugir não vai ser minha melhor opção.&lt;br /&gt;No lugar de conversa, temos um refluxo de ódio e palavras não ditas.&lt;br /&gt;Finjo estar pior para não atrair atenção e poder ter paz.&lt;br /&gt;Os dias demoram a passar, mas correm tanto que não consigo acompanhar.&lt;br /&gt;(As horas não valem nada. Sei que é dia quando me avisam. Sei que é tarde quando me avisam. E a noite, quando chega, já me encontra quase inconsciente.&lt;br /&gt;Parece tão irreal. Me chamam de uma maneira que eu quase não entenderia mais. Como ele reagiria aqui dentro? Como você reagiria?)&lt;br /&gt;Onde errei? Onde erramos? Onde estás?&lt;br /&gt;Uma morte indolor e plácida não seria justa para você.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou ser seu mártire.&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia lhe chamei de má, tenha certeza que me tornei maniqueísta por opção.&lt;br /&gt;A incompatibilidade de gênios não foi capaz de preservar nosso tratado de não agressão.&lt;br /&gt;A sujeira que corrompe. Ofusca o brilho. Glorifica a dor.&lt;br /&gt;As vozes nunca estão satisfeitas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-8679597383025345364?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/8679597383025345364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/8679597383025345364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/aqui-dentro-sou-tao-igual.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-201359492825180154</id><published>2009-06-06T10:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:20:47.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todas as formas de se controlar alguém&lt;br /&gt;Só trazem um amor vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Saber amar&lt;br /&gt;É saber deixar alguém te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hebert Viana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-201359492825180154?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/201359492825180154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/201359492825180154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/todas-as-formas-de-se-controlar-alguem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-4085097331841538414</id><published>2009-06-05T14:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:48:10.847-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para quem não sabe para onde vai, qualquer caminho serve..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-4085097331841538414?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4085097331841538414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4085097331841538414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-quem-nao-sabe-para-onde-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-7534938839134369402</id><published>2009-06-05T09:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:37:23.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A poesia prevalece..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-7534938839134369402?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7534938839134369402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7534938839134369402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/poesia-prevalece.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-2347093901463273357</id><published>2009-06-02T16:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:41:59.609-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Menina bonita bordada de flor&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi primeiro&lt;br /&gt;Todo encanto dessa moça&lt;br /&gt;Todo encanto dessa moça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ver era só dizer a ela assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oi Moça, por favor, cuida bem de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marcelo Camelo&lt;br /&gt;Menina Bordada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-2347093901463273357?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2347093901463273357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2347093901463273357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/menina-bonita-bordada-de-flor-eu-vi.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-1640059296963109560</id><published>2009-06-02T09:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:07:13.696-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incompleto'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;Still I want&lt;br /&gt;And still I ache&lt;br /&gt;But still I wait&lt;br /&gt;To see you again&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Killswitch Engage&lt;br /&gt;My Curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-1640059296963109560?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1640059296963109560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1640059296963109560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-7052633649209134624</id><published>2009-05-31T22:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:09:06.574-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cansei de estar em seus planos&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ter que explicar&lt;br /&gt;Idéias confrontando idéias&lt;br /&gt;Não posso estar em seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Limitadas e medíocres visões&lt;br /&gt;Te fizeram se afastar&lt;br /&gt;Não que erros se consertem assim&lt;br /&gt;Mas não deixe de tentar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não deixe de ser você&lt;br /&gt;Pois não vou junto com você e suas visões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Distantes Visões&lt;br /&gt;Noção De Nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-7052633649209134624?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7052633649209134624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7052633649209134624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/cansei-de-estar-em-seus-planos-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-654452570218331259</id><published>2009-05-29T13:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:25:13.045-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não moldei seus olhos pra me destruir&lt;br /&gt;E eu não me esquecerei de agradecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando palavras não me machucarem mais&lt;br /&gt;Eu voarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Por seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas passam, mas as marcas não&lt;br /&gt;Voltei aonde você se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando palavras não nos machucarem mais&lt;br /&gt;eu voarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;por seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vamos mais nos entender&lt;br /&gt;Não me pergunte sobre coisas que eu fiz pra você&lt;br /&gt;Que eu fiz por nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não quis fazer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-654452570218331259?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/654452570218331259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/654452570218331259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-moldei-seus-olhos-pra-me-destruir-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-278029977160753807</id><published>2009-05-26T11:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:10:10.604-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marry me&lt;br /&gt;Stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Lie to me and try to say you never will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-278029977160753807?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/278029977160753807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/278029977160753807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/marry-me-stay-same-lie-to-me-and-try-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-3890862821374397035</id><published>2009-05-20T09:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:42:45.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decidi esperar&lt;br /&gt;toda essa chuva passar&lt;br /&gt;e quando o tempo se abrir&lt;br /&gt;eu vou poder descobrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que há de novo&lt;br /&gt;que me modificou&lt;br /&gt;E se ainda resta alguma tinta&lt;br /&gt;na parede que me separou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o cinza pálido&lt;br /&gt;mudou de tom&lt;br /&gt;quando entendi&lt;br /&gt;por que não vemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sabia que a verdade&lt;br /&gt;era tão frágil em minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;eu não queria te mudar&lt;br /&gt;eu não queria nenhum perdão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É cedo demais&lt;br /&gt;e se ninguém ainda acordou&lt;br /&gt;não posso me guiar por quem&lt;br /&gt;dorme e prefere não saber&lt;br /&gt;como é abrir os olhos&lt;br /&gt;e caminhar em outra direção&lt;br /&gt;dorme por saber como é difícil entender&lt;br /&gt;melhor é desistir&lt;br /&gt;calar e consentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que há de novo&lt;br /&gt;que me modificou&lt;br /&gt;e se ainda resta alguma vida&lt;br /&gt;na rotina que paralisou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que existia&lt;br /&gt;na constelação&lt;br /&gt;escondeu o brilho&lt;br /&gt;que não vemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sugar Kane&lt;br /&gt;Cinza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-3890862821374397035?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3890862821374397035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3890862821374397035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/decidi-esperar-toda-essa-chuva-passar-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-9022778946807178203</id><published>2009-05-19T21:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:17:17.278-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We both have brains&lt;br /&gt;We both have eyes (neither of us can see)&lt;br /&gt;We both have pains&lt;br /&gt;We both have eyes (neither of us can see)&lt;br /&gt;One in the same&lt;br /&gt;Two of a kind (neither of us can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And neither of us can see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-9022778946807178203?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/9022778946807178203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/9022778946807178203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-both-have-brains-we-both-have-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-3480401905038861054</id><published>2009-05-18T23:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:05:00.047-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vem pro papai andá na linha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elegância melhor que a minha ninguém tem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então vem logo pra eu te dar uns peguinha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-3480401905038861054?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3480401905038861054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3480401905038861054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/vem-pro-papai-anda-na-linha.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-3352118301206445554</id><published>2009-05-17T17:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:06:43.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Domingo realmente é uma merda, né?! Ninguém quer sair, ninguém quer dançar, ninguém quer nem conversar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu odeio domingos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos. Independente da data. Independente do que esteja acontecendo no dia.&lt;br /&gt;Domingo é domingo e sempre será domingo., por mais que existam movimentos '#&lt;a href="http://search.twitter.com/search?q=&amp;ands=&amp;phrase=&amp;ors=&amp;nots=&amp;tag=foda-seodomingo&amp;lang=all&amp;from=&amp;to=&amp;ref=&amp;near=&amp;within=15&amp;units=mi&amp;since=&amp;until=&amp;rpp=15" target="_blank"&gt;foda-seodomingo&lt;/a&gt;' (by @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/grippado" target="_blank"&gt;grippado&lt;/a&gt;, nada pessoal), ou coisas do tipo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só desabafo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Eu saio por aí&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter aonde ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é sete de setembro&lt;br /&gt;Nem dia de finados&lt;br /&gt;Não é sexta-feira santa&lt;br /&gt;Nem um outro feriado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E antes que eu esqueça aonde estou&lt;br /&gt;Antes que eu esqueça aonde estou&lt;br /&gt;Aonde estou com a cabeça?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está fechado&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está fechado&lt;br /&gt;Domingo é sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;E quem não está acostumado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dia de descanso&lt;br /&gt;Nem precisava tanto&lt;br /&gt;É dia de descanso&lt;br /&gt;Programa Sílvio Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E antes que eu confunda todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Antes que eu confunda o domingo&lt;br /&gt;O domingo com a segunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo eu quero ver o domingo passar&lt;br /&gt;Domingo eu quero ver o domingo acabar&lt;br /&gt;Domingo eu quero ver o domingo passar&lt;br /&gt;Domingo eu quero ver o domingo acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está fechado&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está fechado&lt;br /&gt;Domingo é sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;E quem não está acostumado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dia de descanso&lt;br /&gt;Nem precisava tanto&lt;br /&gt;É dia de descanso&lt;br /&gt;Programa Sílvio santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E antes que eu confunda todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Antes que eu confunda o domingo&lt;br /&gt;O domingo com a segunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo eu quero ver o domingo passar&lt;br /&gt;Domingo eu quero ver o domingo acabar&lt;br /&gt;Domingo eu quero ver o domingo passar&lt;br /&gt;Domingo eu quero ver o domingo acabar&lt;br /&gt;Até o próximo, até o próximo, até o próximo domingo&lt;br /&gt;Até o próximo, até o próximo, até o próximo domingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Titãs&lt;br /&gt;Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-3352118301206445554?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3352118301206445554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3352118301206445554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/domingo-realmente-e-uma-merda-ne.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-9213148651437384576</id><published>2009-05-16T11:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:48:33.342-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wanna fly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your arms around me, baby..&lt;br /&gt;(like a birdie in the sky up so high)&lt;br /&gt;Put your arms around me, baby..&lt;br /&gt;(dont be shy, cause we all forget to fly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-9213148651437384576?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/9213148651437384576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/9213148651437384576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-wanna-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-3444835113898957735</id><published>2009-05-16T08:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:15:46.504-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não é medo, nem é riso&lt;br /&gt;Não é raso, não é pouco, nem é oco&lt;br /&gt;Não é fato, nem é mito&lt;br /&gt;Não é raro, não é tolo, não é louco&lt;br /&gt;Não é isso, não é oco&lt;br /&gt;Não é fraco, não é dito, não é morto&lt;br /&gt;Não, não, não, não&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-3444835113898957735?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3444835113898957735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3444835113898957735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-e-medo-nem-e-riso-nao-e-raso-nao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-3916505938736917005</id><published>2009-05-14T18:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:51:32.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'blablablabla'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORRA! Mas de novo?!&lt;br /&gt;Ééé....... Será?&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não! Hahuahauha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A idiotice e imaturidade continuam..&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade não chamo de imaturidade.. Mas sim criancice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas aí vamos nós.. Com pessoas e pessoas.. Dias e dias.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Noites e noites&lt;/span&gt;.. Coisas e coisas.. Sonhos e sonhos.. Vidas e vidas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas repito: a idiotice e &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;criancice&lt;/span&gt; continuam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eita.. Mas que post mais aleatório esse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuuuuuui-me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-3916505938736917005?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3916505938736917005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3916505938736917005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/twitter-blablablabla.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-2900543002405053559</id><published>2009-05-14T10:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:23:26.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quantas vezes eu estive&lt;br /&gt;cara a cara com a pior metade?&lt;br /&gt;A lembrança no espelho,&lt;br /&gt;a esperança na outra margem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes a gente sobrevive&lt;br /&gt;à hora da verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Na falta de algo melhor&lt;br /&gt;nunca me faltou coragem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu soubesse antes o que sei agora&lt;br /&gt;erraria tudo exatamente igual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vivido um dia por semana&lt;br /&gt;acaba a grana, mês ainda tem&lt;br /&gt;Sem passado nem futuro,&lt;br /&gt;eu vivo um dia de cada vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes eu estive&lt;br /&gt;cara a cara com a pior metade?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes a gente sobrevive&lt;br /&gt;à hora da verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu soubesse antes o que sei agora&lt;br /&gt;iria embora antes do final...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfando karmas e DNA&lt;br /&gt;eu não quero ter o que eu não tenho&lt;br /&gt;não tenho medo de errar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfando karmas e DNA&lt;br /&gt;não quero ser o que eu não sou&lt;br /&gt;eu não sou maior que o mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfando karmas e DNA...&lt;br /&gt;na falta do que fazer, inventei a minha liberdade!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfando karmas e DNA&lt;br /&gt;não quero ter o que eu não tenho&lt;br /&gt;não tenho medo de errar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfando karmas e DNA&lt;br /&gt;não quero ser o que eu não sou&lt;br /&gt;eu não sou maior que o maaaaaaar...&lt;br /&gt;ô...ô ô&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Engenheiros do Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;Surfando em Karmas &amp; DNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-2900543002405053559?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2900543002405053559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2900543002405053559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/quantas-vezes-eu-estive-cara-cara-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-3157551279537999258</id><published>2009-05-11T09:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:05:38.244-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When it seems&lt;br /&gt;Like the world around you's breaking&lt;br /&gt;And it feels&lt;br /&gt;Like there's no one else around you&lt;br /&gt;And it's quiet&lt;br /&gt;There's a silence in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;And it sounds&lt;br /&gt;Like the carnival is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you walk&lt;br /&gt;In the crowded empty spaces&lt;br /&gt;And you stare&lt;br /&gt;At the emptiness around you&lt;br /&gt;You wanna go&lt;br /&gt;To the city and the bright lights&lt;br /&gt;Get away&lt;br /&gt;From the sinners that surround you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I will be there&lt;br /&gt;And you will be there&lt;br /&gt;We'll find each other in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And you will see&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see you too&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we'll be together in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz if it's coming for you&lt;br /&gt;Then it's coming for me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we need each other in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And if it terrifies you&lt;br /&gt;Then it terrifies me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I will be there&lt;br /&gt;So we've got each other in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look into the sky&lt;br /&gt;There's sparks bright as ice&lt;br /&gt;You want me to take you over there&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;The only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz if it's coming for you&lt;br /&gt;Then it's coming for me&lt;br /&gt;But I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we need each other in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And if it's panicking you&lt;br /&gt;Then it's panicking me&lt;br /&gt;But I will be there&lt;br /&gt;So we've got each other in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark&lt;br /&gt;In the dark&lt;br /&gt;We'll need each other in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark&lt;br /&gt;In the dark&lt;br /&gt;We'll hold each other in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're saved together in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we've got each other in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dj Tiësto&lt;br /&gt;In The Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-3157551279537999258?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3157551279537999258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3157551279537999258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-it-seems-like-world-around-yous.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-5140572305488429118</id><published>2009-05-09T23:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:50:45.167-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agora vejo as suas costas&lt;br /&gt;e não há mais nada a dizer,&lt;br /&gt;não há mais olhos nos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;nem uma palavra a se perder.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei não somos bons em diferenças,&lt;br /&gt;mas pelo menos nós tentamos,&lt;br /&gt;que seria da vida se as vezes não pudéssemos tentar?&lt;br /&gt;Coisas da vida que agora não mais existirão...&lt;br /&gt;Palavras perdidas&lt;br /&gt;e portas abertas,&lt;br /&gt;quartos vazios,&lt;br /&gt;corpos sem rosto,&lt;br /&gt;mentiras não ditas,&lt;br /&gt;feridas que não se vê!&lt;br /&gt;Quem poderia dizer que sim&lt;br /&gt;ou quem ousaria dizer que não?&lt;br /&gt;Somos apenas humanos&lt;br /&gt;tentando,&lt;br /&gt;tentando&lt;br /&gt;mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;Agora vejo as suas costas&lt;br /&gt;e não há mais nada a dizer,&lt;br /&gt;não há mais olhos nos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;nem uma palavra a se perder!&lt;br /&gt;Não fomos bons em diferenças,&lt;br /&gt;não fomos bons em nos entender&lt;br /&gt;e agora só restará..... a solidão!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Agora vejo as suas costas&lt;br /&gt;e não há mais nada a dizer,&lt;br /&gt;prefiro não mais te ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dead Fish&lt;br /&gt;Escapando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-5140572305488429118?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5140572305488429118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5140572305488429118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/agora-vejo-as-suas-costas-e-nao-ha-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-1840774002760218462</id><published>2009-05-08T15:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:47:52.269-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O sol saiu, te vi sorrir&lt;br /&gt;O sol saiu, te vi feliz&lt;br /&gt;O sol saiu pra te encantar&lt;br /&gt;O sol no céu, no som, no ar&lt;br /&gt;Se o sol se for vou te cobrir&lt;br /&gt;Se o sol sai vou te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;O sol se foi, vamos dormir&lt;br /&gt;O sol se foi, vamos sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Com o sol brilhando em outro lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Formidável Família Musical&lt;br /&gt;Se O Sol Sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-1840774002760218462?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1840774002760218462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1840774002760218462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-sol-saiu-te-vi-sorrir-o-sol-saiu-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-2719208376137718271</id><published>2009-05-08T10:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:42:56.625-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perdi a hora, lamento&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo pode ser melhor&lt;br /&gt;Ainda dá tempo&lt;br /&gt;No tempo certo vou chegar&lt;br /&gt;Sem pressa, sem despertador&lt;br /&gt;A vida é nova&lt;br /&gt;Novo é o lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que a boa hora traz&lt;br /&gt;Nesse incompleto vem e vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o começo é o fim&lt;br /&gt;Não faz mais diferença&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo está por um triz&lt;br /&gt;Não faz mais diferença&lt;br /&gt;Se isso é bom ou ruim&lt;br /&gt;Não faz mais diferença&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre alegre e feliz&lt;br /&gt;Mas faz, faz diferença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vá. Me dê mais um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Deixei pro fim o que é melhor&lt;br /&gt;Se for, eu entendo&lt;br /&gt;Só vim aqui para agradecer&lt;br /&gt;O que a gente dividiu&lt;br /&gt;A vida é boa&lt;br /&gt;Bom é o lugar&lt;br /&gt;Que a nova hora traz&lt;br /&gt;Nesse incompleto vem e vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que é ruim eu me esqueço&lt;br /&gt;O bom eu quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Na tristeza eu quero avesso&lt;br /&gt;Agora quero paz&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que todo fim&lt;br /&gt;É um recomeço&lt;br /&gt;Pra nossa vida quero amor&lt;br /&gt;O resto eu desconheço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Móveis Coloniais de Acaju&lt;br /&gt;Indiferença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-2719208376137718271?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2719208376137718271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2719208376137718271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/perdi-hora-lamento-se-tudo-pode-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-6646444593489756238</id><published>2009-05-05T13:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:38:39.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do que é ruim eu me esqueço&lt;br /&gt;O bom eu quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Na tristeza eu quero avesso&lt;br /&gt;Agora quero paz&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que todo fim&lt;br /&gt;É um recomeço&lt;br /&gt;Pra nossa vida quero amor&lt;br /&gt;O resto eu desconheço..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-6646444593489756238?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6646444593489756238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6646444593489756238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-que-e-ruim-eu-me-esqueco-o-bom-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-1757095807322322296</id><published>2009-05-05T11:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:42:21.251-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tira o céu da nuvem, vejo algodão&lt;br /&gt;Um vão sem ter buraco, vira chão&lt;br /&gt;Deixa de ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muro sem cimento, sobra sedimento&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem palavra, mudo fala&lt;br /&gt;Deixa de ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá pra nós, não é preciso complicar para dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja lá onde for&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o sol te levar&lt;br /&gt;Tira o lar do lugar vem pra cá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter luz ou luar&lt;br /&gt;Siga o brilho que for&lt;br /&gt;Te guiar só pra cá, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simples movimento tiro o ar do vento&lt;br /&gt;Evento sem retrato, esquecimento&lt;br /&gt;Deixa de ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pões lembrança na saudade, vira idade&lt;br /&gt;Cinto sem maldade, castidade&lt;br /&gt;Deixa de ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Móveis Coloniais de Acaju&lt;br /&gt;Descomplica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-1757095807322322296?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1757095807322322296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1757095807322322296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/tira-o-ceu-da-nuvem-vejo-algodao-um-vao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-5118054694774658182</id><published>2009-05-04T11:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:02:57.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAI PRA PUTA QUE PARIU ESSA PORRA TODA!! NÃO AGUENTO MAIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERDA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMÁ NO CU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-5118054694774658182?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5118054694774658182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5118054694774658182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/aaahhhh-vai-pra-puta-que-pariu-essa.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-3687002095570560617</id><published>2009-05-04T08:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:12:26.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just don&amp;#39;t know what to do with myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-3687002095570560617?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3687002095570560617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3687002095570560617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-don-know-what-to-do-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-972046623101581049</id><published>2009-05-03T13:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:09:29.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O segredo é não correr atrás das borboletas.. É cuidar do jardim para que elas venham até você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mário Quintana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-972046623101581049?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/972046623101581049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/972046623101581049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-segredo-e-nao-correr-atras-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-49428836346394883</id><published>2009-05-03T00:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:14:18.127-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que obviamente não presta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. sempre me interessou muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-49428836346394883?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/49428836346394883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/49428836346394883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-que-obviamente-nao-presta.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-3122008001306678251</id><published>2009-04-29T08:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:35:21.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coisa que gosto é poder partir sem ter planos.&lt;br /&gt;Melhor ainda é poder voltar quando quero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-3122008001306678251?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3122008001306678251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3122008001306678251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/coisa-que-gosto-e-poder-partir-sem-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-6898875511584607410</id><published>2009-04-28T13:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:17:05.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't assembled myself, I'd have fallen apart by now&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow&lt;br /&gt;Powers that be, would have swallowed me up&lt;br /&gt;But that's more than I can allow&lt;br /&gt;Bow, aww bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you let them make you, they'll make you paper mache&lt;br /&gt;At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes&lt;br /&gt;Then you crumble and blow away&lt;br /&gt;If you let them fuck you, there will be no fore-play&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, they'll screw you complete&lt;br /&gt;Til your ass is blue and gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should make amends with you&lt;br /&gt;If only for better health, better health&lt;br /&gt;But if you really want to live&lt;br /&gt;Why not try, and make yourself&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't made me, I'd have fallen apart by now&lt;br /&gt;I won't let them make me, It's more than I can allow&lt;br /&gt;So when I make me, I won't be paper mache&lt;br /&gt;And if I fuck me, I'll fuck me my own way&lt;br /&gt;POW, fuck me in my own way&lt;br /&gt;POW, fuck me in my own way&lt;br /&gt;POW, fuck me in my own way&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me in my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should make amends with you&lt;br /&gt;If only for better health, better health&lt;br /&gt;But if you really want to live&lt;br /&gt;Why not try, and make yourself&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Incubus&lt;br /&gt;Make Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso +/- assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-6898875511584607410?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6898875511584607410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6898875511584607410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-hadnt-made-me-i-wouldve-been-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-9220676690564127765</id><published>2009-04-28T11:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:22:49.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at you &lt;br /&gt;With all your shiny &lt;br /&gt;Toys for boys &lt;br /&gt;It's all unnerving &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold and new &lt;br /&gt;But dark and spotty &lt;br /&gt;The toys enjoy &lt;br /&gt;The undeserving &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask &lt;br /&gt;Don't tell &lt;br /&gt;Follow &lt;br /&gt;Don't ask &lt;br /&gt;Don't tell &lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat the World &lt;br /&gt;Then sink your teeth in &lt;br /&gt;Cannibal and missionary &lt;br /&gt;Toes are curled &lt;br /&gt;My thanks uneven &lt;br /&gt;When tales so tall &lt;br /&gt;Are ordinary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask &lt;br /&gt;Don't tell &lt;br /&gt;Follow &lt;br /&gt;Don't ask &lt;br /&gt;Don't tell &lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask &lt;br /&gt;Don't tell &lt;br /&gt;Follow &lt;br /&gt;Don't ask &lt;br /&gt;Don't tell &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Incubus&lt;br /&gt;Follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incubus me inspira pra MUITA coisa. Mas ao mesmo tempo, me deixa cheio de dúvidas. E me deixa numa solidão incontrolável. É estranho, mas ao mesmo tempo é legal. Vai entender. Vai ME entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;'Eu quero mais é que se foda!&lt;br /&gt;Mentira é foda!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não.. Essa música é pra outra ocasião.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-9220676690564127765?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/9220676690564127765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/9220676690564127765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-at-you-with-all-your-shiny-toys.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-135277908480572350</id><published>2009-04-27T11:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:07:08.874-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am the pariah (break me)&lt;br /&gt;I am the liar (save me)&lt;br /&gt;I can take anything (make me)&lt;br /&gt;Accuse me of everything (take me)&lt;br /&gt;Cut off the system (shape me)&lt;br /&gt;Deny my existence (waste me)&lt;br /&gt;I won't be afraid (try me)&lt;br /&gt;I won't be unmade (deny me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-135277908480572350?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/135277908480572350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/135277908480572350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-pariah-break-me-i-am-liar-save-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-7322854767302357581</id><published>2009-04-22T08:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:58:55.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando eu vivo esse encontro,&lt;br&gt;Eu digo adeus&lt;br&gt;Refaço os meus planos &lt;br&gt;Pra  rimar com os seus&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Abandono o que é pronto&lt;br&gt;E digo adeus&lt;br&gt;Eu trago os  meus sonhos&lt;br&gt;Pra somar aos seus&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;E toda vez que vier&lt;br&gt;Felicidade vai  trazer &lt;br&gt;A cada vez que quiser&lt;br&gt;Basta a gente querer&lt;br&gt;Ser desta vez a  melhor&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;E toda vez que vier&lt;br&gt;Felicidade mais&lt;br&gt;A cada vez que  quiser&lt;br&gt;Basta a gente dizer&lt;br&gt;Só uma vez&lt;br&gt;Uma só voz&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;--&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Móveis Coloniais de Acaju&lt;br&gt;Adeus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-7322854767302357581?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7322854767302357581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7322854767302357581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/quando-eu-vivo-esse-encontro-eu-digo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-8537958364659124168</id><published>2009-04-21T09:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:57:41.815-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Com todo perdão da palavra, eu sou um misterio para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-8537958364659124168?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/8537958364659124168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/8537958364659124168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/com-todo-perdao-da-palavra-eu-sou-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-6315381311666822599</id><published>2009-04-21T09:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:57:01.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não sou nada.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca serei nada.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso querer ser nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À parte disso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-6315381311666822599?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6315381311666822599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/6315381311666822599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-sou-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-78644087530994937</id><published>2009-04-21T09:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:55:33.209-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um dia pretendo&lt;br /&gt;Tentar descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Porque é mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe mentir&lt;br /&gt;Não quero lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu minto também..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-78644087530994937?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/78644087530994937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/78644087530994937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-dia-pretendo-tentar-descobrir-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-7153194497764047490</id><published>2009-04-19T14:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:28:24.945-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The days are long, but the years are short&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-7153194497764047490?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7153194497764047490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7153194497764047490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/days-are-long-but-years-are-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-3842749616815405473</id><published>2009-04-18T22:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:43:39.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É curioso como não sei dizer quem sou. Quer dizer, sei-o bem, mas não posso dizer. Sobretudo tenho medo de dizer porque no momento em que tento falar não só não exprimo o que sinto como o que sinto se transforma lentamente no que eu digo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-3842749616815405473?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3842749616815405473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3842749616815405473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-curioso-como-nao-sei-dizer-quem-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-4217407346534945097</id><published>2009-04-13T10:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T10:41:41.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only this moment, Holds us together&lt;br /&gt;Close to perfection, Nothing is out there&lt;br /&gt;No one to guide us, Lost in the senses&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside I know our love will die&lt;br /&gt;[OK]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only this moment, Holds us together&lt;br /&gt;Lost in confusion, Feelings are out there&lt;br /&gt;Scared of the ocean, Doubting intentions&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside I know our love will die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay or forever go&lt;br /&gt;Play or you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;We haven't decided&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny it's all you've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;[OK]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay or forever go&lt;br /&gt;Play or you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Your spirit's divided&lt;br /&gt;You will decide if I'm all you've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds in my head have been parted with grace&lt;br /&gt;By the voice of an angel revealing her face&lt;br /&gt;And her words they make sense 'n' I do understand&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love isn't part of a plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forces within me, makes reason with lust&lt;br /&gt;But I try to accept it and not think it works&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I might lose you by taking the chance&lt;br /&gt;But love without pain isn't really romance&lt;br /&gt;[OK]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only this moment, Holds us together&lt;br /&gt;Close to perfection, Nothing is out there&lt;br /&gt;Always beside us, Trusting my senses&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside, I know i will survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only this moment, Holds us together&lt;br /&gt;Close to perfection, Nothing else out there&lt;br /&gt;Always beside us, Trusting my senses&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside I know I will survive&lt;br /&gt;[OK]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Röyksopp&lt;br /&gt;Only This Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é pra 'brincar'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-4217407346534945097?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4217407346534945097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4217407346534945097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-only-this-moment-holds-us-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-8916582161107977262</id><published>2009-04-12T22:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:52:45.381-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I look in your direction&lt;br /&gt;But you pay me no attention, do you?&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't listen to me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you say you see straight through me, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on and on&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I wake&lt;br /&gt;To the moment I sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;Just you try and stop me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting in the line&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you want me to change?&lt;br /&gt;Well I've changed for good&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know that you'll always get your way&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;You shiver&lt;br /&gt;Sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;But you never even see me, do you?&lt;br /&gt;And is this my final chance of getting you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on and on&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I wake&lt;br /&gt;To the moment I sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;Just you try and stop me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting in the line&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if you care, if you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you want me to change?&lt;br /&gt;Well I've changed for good&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know that you'll always get your way&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to sayÂ…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;Sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;For you, I will always be waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's you I see&lt;br /&gt;But you don't see me&lt;br /&gt;And it's you, I hear&lt;br /&gt;So loud and so clear&lt;br /&gt;I sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look in your direction&lt;br /&gt;But you pay me no attention&lt;br /&gt;And you know how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;But you never even see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;Shiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é pra Keiti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-8916582161107977262?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/8916582161107977262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/8916582161107977262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-look-in-your-direction-but-you-pay.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-2996426624941051818</id><published>2009-04-11T04:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T04:07:10.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'What comes around, goes around'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim, essa frase é uma máxima. E é impressionante, como algumas pessoas não entendem o significado dela nas suas vidas, mesmo sabendo exatamente o que ela significa.&lt;br /&gt;Jogar tudo pro alto não é um ato de sabedoria, mas sim, de desespero. Eu quem o diga. Já o fiz várias vezes até o dia que comecei a entender como funcionavam as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como falei/falo/falarei (tomara que não por muito tempo), eu gostaria MUITO que as coisas fossem mais fáceis. E que, principalmente os sentimentos (se é que isso existe de alguma forma 'concreta'), pudessem ser 'entendidos' (não sei se essa é a melhor palavra), de uma maneira melhor. Principalmente no que de diz do próximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.. Eu acho que é isso.. Acho não.. Eu sei que não é 'só' isso, mas.. Não vai adiantar eu ficar aqui 'falando' até amanhã.. Vamos lá..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-2996426624941051818?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2996426624941051818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2996426624941051818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-comes-around-goes-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-4276310449950662203</id><published>2009-04-10T22:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:35:10.225-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERDA!&lt;br /&gt;MERDA!&lt;br /&gt;MERDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque existem as dúvidas?! Porque? É tão difícil assim saber o que a gente quer? Ou o que a gente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NÃO&lt;/span&gt; quer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podia ser tão simples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda acho que '&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lacuna Inc.&lt;/span&gt;' devia existir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-4276310449950662203?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4276310449950662203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4276310449950662203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/merda-merda-merda-porque-existem-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-956934673129751162</id><published>2009-04-09T16:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:28:34.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[16:25:48] @PerciCarvalho:&lt;/span&gt; assim como criatura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[16:25:59] @lucasmezencio:&lt;/span&gt; [16:25:23] @PerciCarvalho: ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[16:26:37] @PerciCarvalho:&lt;/span&gt; aiouehiuaeiuheawiuheiuheiuheihe ... alt gr 66 é inevitável numa conversa com vc... hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-956934673129751162?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/956934673129751162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/956934673129751162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/162548-percicarvalho-assim-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-2223450724089313607</id><published>2009-04-07T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:01:31.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Foram-se os dias&lt;br /&gt;Manhãs, tardes e noites a esperar&lt;br /&gt;Toda uma vida&lt;br /&gt;Esperança de uma chance pra mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Desiludida a ponto de tentar tudo apagar de uma só vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscando ainda&lt;br /&gt;Dignidade e respeito&lt;br /&gt;Uma saída&lt;br /&gt;Para um momento de desespero&lt;br /&gt;Com as mãos vazias&lt;br /&gt;E a mente atormentada a ponto de tudo arriscar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora o que sobrou?&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza é o que ficou&lt;br /&gt;Achar uma maneira de sair daqui&lt;br /&gt;sair daqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atordoado ele se foi&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo que não agüentou&lt;br /&gt;Cobranças de um mundo o qual não entendeu jamais&lt;br /&gt;Atordoado ele se foi&lt;br /&gt;Parece que não mais voltou&lt;br /&gt;Desistiu de tentar mais uma vez aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada pode lhe parar&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a ver o sol nascer(o sol nascer)&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que possa alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Será que é tarde pra viver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atordoado ele se foi&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo que não agüentou&lt;br /&gt;Cobranças de um mundo o qual não entendeu jamais&lt;br /&gt;Atordoado ele se foi&lt;br /&gt;Parece que não mais voltou&lt;br /&gt;Desistiu de tentar mais uma vez aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CPM 22&lt;br /&gt;Atordoado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E fodam-se os comentários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-2223450724089313607?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2223450724089313607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2223450724089313607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/foram-se-os-dias-manhas-tardes-e-noites.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-5252035015596996664</id><published>2009-04-03T15:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:33:26.939-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tô cansado da vida procurando uma saída&lt;br /&gt;Já não vejo alternativa pra curar minha ferida&lt;br /&gt;Vou beber com meus amigos&lt;br /&gt;Mudar habitos antigos &lt;br /&gt;Vou provar o que é proibido&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter medo do perigo&lt;br /&gt;To cansado da espera e ver tudo passar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero me acabar porque o show&lt;br /&gt;vai começar&lt;br /&gt;Vou entra no meu passat dar um sorriso Colgate&lt;br /&gt;Desligar a tecla sap e sair para o abate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não tem pra ninguem&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao digo mais amem&lt;br /&gt;Vou mandar tudo pro alem &lt;br /&gt;Que é mais proximo que o ceu&lt;br /&gt;Pra não dizer inferno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ceu e o inferno verão e o inverno &lt;br /&gt;Ta tudo na mente da cabeça da gente&lt;br /&gt;É o que voce pensa nao tem mais crença &lt;br /&gt;Qual é a cura da sua doença&lt;br /&gt;Nas quebrada ou nas igreja &lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe até num copo de cerveja &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O diabo vai puchar as suas pernas &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo se você não for na erva &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim você vai ser puxado pra baixo&lt;br /&gt;O meu Santo Antônio não ta dando pro gasto&lt;br /&gt;Pecadores suplemento de todos os horrores &lt;br /&gt;Inserida em todos fatores&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia o sonho de ser um alguem&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que você diaga Amem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDA DE NINJA É PRA SEMPRE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Comunidade Nin-Jitsu&lt;br /&gt;Tecla SAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-5252035015596996664?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5252035015596996664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5252035015596996664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-cansado-da-vida-procurando-uma-saida.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-2599516135041793369</id><published>2009-03-31T16:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:32:57.651-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take a look to the sky, just before you die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the last time you will..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-2599516135041793369?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2599516135041793369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/2599516135041793369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-look-to-sky-just-before-you-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-5907759469019366647</id><published>2009-03-31T15:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:18:08.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are my only girl, but you're not my owner girl.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me... Dance with me here in the spotlight, girl.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me... Dance with me here.&lt;br /&gt;You're the spotlight girl.&lt;br /&gt;So perfect you paint it... Yet so manipulated.&lt;br /&gt;So calm and so patient... Yet oh so calculated.&lt;br /&gt;So safe and comforting... This doesn't feel like flirting.&lt;br /&gt;So fun I'm distracted... Forgot you keep track of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-5907759469019366647?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5907759469019366647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5907759469019366647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-my-only-girl-but-youre-not-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-3035795609644769132</id><published>2009-03-30T09:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:09:19.518-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Discursos diferentes&lt;br /&gt;do que se pode ver&lt;br /&gt;palavras sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;e quem desobedecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fácil ser contra&lt;br /&gt;gritar revolução&lt;br /&gt;fingindo apoio&lt;br /&gt;bandeiras pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero seguir&lt;br /&gt;o antigo padrão&lt;br /&gt;conservadorismo&lt;br /&gt;que na nova escola encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estrada me mostrou&lt;br /&gt;não importa o que fizer&lt;br /&gt;pessoas abraçadas&lt;br /&gt;protegem interesses em comum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou mais um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me acostumei a jogar sem ter padrinhos&lt;br /&gt;escrever a nossa história sem perder&lt;br /&gt;o respeito a quem também anda sozinho&lt;br /&gt;dar o mérito a quem não merecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já superei ter descoberto meus limites&lt;br /&gt;e os abraços que escolhi não receber&lt;br /&gt;sua virtude não aparece no programa&lt;br /&gt;que manipula opiniões pela TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero seguir&lt;br /&gt;o antigo padrão&lt;br /&gt;conservadorismo&lt;br /&gt;que na nova escola encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estrada me mostrou&lt;br /&gt;não importa o que fizer&lt;br /&gt;pessoas abraçadas&lt;br /&gt;protegem interesses em comum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou mais um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já esperei de todos a sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;alguma consideração pelo que fiz&lt;br /&gt;não confunda auto-estima com vaidade&lt;br /&gt;não se perca em idéias infantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não tem como escapar dessa mentira&lt;br /&gt;sua prisão te faz sorrir sem entender&lt;br /&gt;e manda embora toda idéia que te inspirar&lt;br /&gt;quem está fora é que vai prevalecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sugar Kane&lt;br /&gt;Bandeiras Pelo Chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-3035795609644769132?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3035795609644769132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/3035795609644769132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/discursos-diferentes-do-que-se-pode-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-7906398244187790098</id><published>2009-03-29T13:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:10:06.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perdoe os seus inimigos, mas nunca esqueça o nome deles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-7906398244187790098?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7906398244187790098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/7906398244187790098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/perdoe-os-seus-inimigos-mas-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-4048144651837550220</id><published>2009-03-28T11:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:49:12.318-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olho por olho e o mundo acabará cego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-4048144651837550220?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4048144651837550220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/4048144651837550220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/olho-por-olho-e-o-mundo-acabara-cego.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-1831796841008846303</id><published>2009-03-26T19:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:12:43.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Devemos ser a mudança que queremos ver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-1831796841008846303?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1831796841008846303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/1831796841008846303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/devemos-ser-mudanca-que-queremos-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.lucasmezencio.com/imgs/avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7498175608201486711.post-5132888906144982942</id><published>2009-03-23T16:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:48:16.061-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Viva a tua maneira&lt;br /&gt;Não perca a estribeira&lt;br /&gt;Saiba do teu valor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E amanheça brilhando mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Que a estrela do norte&lt;br /&gt;Que a noite entregou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7498175608201486711-5132888906144982942?l=lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5132888906144982942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7498175608201486711/posts/default/5132888906144982942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasmikezinho.blogspot.com/2009/03/viva-tua-maneira-nao-perca-estribeira.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas Mezencio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296351845584587858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' 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