<?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-15824800</id><updated>2012-01-03T13:22:46.822-08:00</updated><category term='Perez Hilton Black Eyed Peas Will.I.Am'/><category term='Christian Pior Madonna Gaga Evandro Santo Gus Braga'/><category term='Gaga Fame Monster Complete Review Gus Braga'/><category term='Eric Cartman Gus Braga Whatever'/><title type='text'>Rivello - a blog by Gus Braga</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-6838480914003030679</id><published>2011-05-05T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T12:08:14.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come join the party, yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/likebox.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fpages%2FCelebration-International-Download-Day-Madonna%2F164733666921954&amp;amp;width=292&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;stream=true&amp;amp;header=true&amp;amp;height=150" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:292px; height:150px;" allowtransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-6838480914003030679?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/6838480914003030679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=6838480914003030679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/6838480914003030679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/6838480914003030679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2011/05/come-join-party-yeah.html' title='Come join the party, yeah!'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-5411566340711126605</id><published>2010-10-03T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:54:38.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me In (2010)</title><content type='html'>THIS IS A REVIEW, NOT A SPOILER! &lt;br /&gt;(If you haven't seen the movie, this won't hurt you) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME IN (2010) is an English version adaptation of the 2004 novel LET THE RIGHT ONE IN, written by Swedish author John Ajvide Lindqvist. It was first adapted to the big screens in 2008, with the same tittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most reviewers here seem to prefer the Swedish version, I honestly prefer the "American" adaptation for a few reasons. I'm considering style, what kind of crowd it wants to attract and time of its release: It is early October, LET ME IN is out just in time for Halloween. It is a horror movie. And as a horror movie, it achieves much more than the Swedish version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that the book Let the Right One In is a contemporary vampire fiction, it takes elements from Gothic Literature. Both movies involve the same features: terror, isolation, death, darkness, and, last but not least, vampires. However, LET ME IN succeeds by far in many respects when it comes to those elements, and I'll talk about some of them in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERROR: is usually described as the feeling of dread and anticipation that precedes the horrifying experience. LET ME IN creates terror from its opening scene. You know something bad has happened, you just wait to see what it was. The way the movie starts with its inverted chronology was a great idea and I personally think it works better (for terror) than the linear timeline of the Swedish version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISOLATION: the characters in LET ME IN are presented much more isolated and lonely than in LET THE RIGHT ONE IN. In the American version, the boy seems hopeless and unprotected in every way: not only is he bullied at school, he also has a hard time at home. There is a feeling of abandonment (by his father), not a real connection with the mother and unfriendliness from neighbors. In the Swedish version, the boy is pretty close to his mother, even his father is somehow present (apparently, his parents' divorce hasn't affected him) and although the bullies' acts at school are basically the same, the Swedish actors do not convince in cruelty and suffering. When it comes to the girl, both movies portrait her basically in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINEMATOGRAPHY: The cinematography of both movies are completely different. LET THE RIGHT ONE IN looks like a Lady Gaga video. Its lighting is bright throughout the entire movie - a fluorescent white light, the kind they use in supermarkets. That doesn't help translating the movie's mood. On the other hand, LET ME IN has a very low light throughout the movie, it definitely increases the story's dark&lt;br /&gt;atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only two things I could do without in the English version: the use of CGI in a few scenes and its timeline advising cards: "two weeks earlier" was completely unnecessary. It's time for movie makers in America to let the audience understand what happens in a movie on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also consider LET ME IN more of an adaptation of the Swedish movie than an adaptation of the novel. And it melancholically outshines the first motion picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gus Braga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME IN (2010):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="374" height="302.72"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BA_USu7C2ZQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/BA_USu7C2ZQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="374" height="302.72"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET THE RIGHT ONE IN (2008):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="374" height="302.72"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ICp4g9p_rgo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/ICp4g9p_rgo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="374" height="302.72"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-5411566340711126605?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/5411566340711126605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=5411566340711126605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/5411566340711126605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/5411566340711126605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2010/10/let-me-in-2010.html' title='Let Me In (2010)'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-3718372371043852573</id><published>2010-05-14T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T19:41:46.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian Pior Madonna Gaga Evandro Santo Gus Braga'/><title type='text'>Videoclipe contemporaneo</title><content type='html'>Entendo quando alguem esta na midia, faz gracinhas e solta opinioes a torto e a direito. Mas quando quer dar uma de entendido, mesmo nao sabendo nada sobre o assunto (aqui, mercado musical, videoclipe e divulgacao), eh dificil de engolir. Principalmente, quando o sujeito mistura sua falta de conhecimento com opiniao de fa-de-diva-besha-linda. Isso me diverte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a entrevista do Evandro Santo/Christian Pior para o &lt;a href="http://www.muza.com.br/2010/05/excluzivo-entrevista-com-evandro-santo.html#comments"&gt;Muza&lt;/a&gt;, parei de ler quando ele falou que Madonna deixa muita coisa importante nas maos da gravadora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipo, &lt;em&gt;oi&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao me entendam mal, acho o personagem Christian Pior o maximo, mas por favor. O cara nao tem a minima ideia do que ele esta falando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravadoras nao investem muita grana em videoclipe desde que a internet e sites dedicados a divulgacao de videos se popularizaram. Ex: Youtube nao eh somente canal para divulgacao de videos musicais, mas tambem, para divulgacao de noticias, filmes e series, muitas vezes, com conteudo exclusivo para aquele meio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na idade da interatividade, nao ha mais necessidade de esperar pelo horario de um determinado programa, para ver tal video. O youtube e seus sites-irmaos, oferecem o que o usuario quer, na hora em que ele quer. Nem mesmo a MTV (Music Television, nao eh mesmo?) conseguiu sobreviver. A MTV deixou de ser canal musical ha muito tempo e hoje, dedica-se a programas de auditorio, de namoro, reality shows, com ou sem celebridades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravadoras nao investem milhoes de dolares em clipes como faziam ate meados dos anos 90. De la pra ca, o investimento em videoclipes apenas decaiu. Lembram-se daquela onda de producoes ao vivo (sem necessidade de clipe adicional para divulgacao), a chata crise de MTV Unplugged no fim daquela decada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para se ter videoclipe hoje em dia, voce precisa driblar baixo orcamento com criatividade e tempo. Tendo baixo orcamento e pouco tempo em maos, artistas tem duas opcoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) fazem como Madonna: que nao vendeu a alma e possui integridade artistica (fazendo a linha "faco limonada com os limoes que me deram). Ou;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) fazem como Lady Gaga: vendem ate a alma para ter um clipe mais bem produzido. Sendo assim, Campari, vodka, fone de ouvido, bebida energetica, maionese e ate mesmo pao-de-forma conseguem aparecer nos seus videos. Basta comprar o espaco para fazer a propaganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, faz-se o clipe bem produzido da sensacao pop do momento: investimento de varias empresas em seus slots videoclipticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fato de Christian/Evandro nao saber disso, demonstra uma imensa ignorancia sobre o campo musical atual e as formas de divulgacao da mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a sua declaracao "Gaga é diferente de todas", eu ate aceito, somente por ser opiniao pessoal. Mas, "diferente" como? Oh, Gaga "se permite ficar feia, estranha, engraçada, ridícula e tudo isto". Ainda no campo da comparacao com Madonna, somente alguem grosseiramente estupido, excluiria a fealdade como um dos aspectos mais importantes do trabalho de Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna deixa gravadora escolher single? &lt;em&gt;Oi&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Uma historinha interessante: Madonna lancou Beautiful Stranger em 1999. Em 2000, no album MUSIC, a otima faixa AMAZING foi escolhida pela gravadora para ser lancada como single. Madonna nao queria, pois Beautiful Stranger e Amazing, possuem uma certa semelhanca sonora. Ela se recusou a gravar clipe. A Gravadora ameacou a lancar uma versao ao vivo como clipe (ja que Madonna estava para entrar em turne de divulgacao do mesmo album em 2001 - The Drowned World Tour). Madonna simplesmente nunca apresentou a musica ao vivo, para evitar que a gravadora lancasse a musica, ao contrario de sua vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem preciso comentar que Madonna eh uma das unicas artistas que, quando entra em turne, nao faz show baseando-se em hits do passado. Isso eh evidente. Madonna toca 90% dos discos mais recentes em suas turnes, ao contrario de qualquer outro gigante/dinossauro da musica (vide Rolling Stones, U2, Elton John), que sempre exploram os hits do passado, mais do que o material novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sobre "preguica de fazer clipes". Para alguem que se diz "fa de Madonna". Engracado como passa desapercebido que Madonna nunca lanca clipe quando esta em turne. Bem, nunca lancava, ate recentemente. Nos ultimos anos, ela quebrou essa regra, mas nao abriu espaco na agenda para producoes que levassem tempo. Na era "confessions", gravou meros 5 takes para o clipe de JUMP. Lancou clipe de GET TOGETHER, que usava imagens de uma apresentacao ao vivo anterior (ela nao parou para gravar clipe algum). E CELEBRATION foi feito as pressas, em meio a STICKY AND SWEET TOUR. O fato dessas musicas terem ganhado clipe eh bonus. O mais facil, para Madonna, eh lancar single promocional, sem clipe, como ja fez muitas vezes durantes suas turnes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cara gostou do show de Gaga. Sua opiniao. Mas para mim, esta evidente a necessidade do guarda-roupa absurdo desproposital. A moca eh fraca e nao tem controle do proprio show. Nao eh a toa que o ingresso de Madonna, nos EUA, varia entre 60 dolares a 300. O ingresso da Monster Ball, de Gaga, custava 47 dolares no talo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concordo que Gaga vai dar o que falar. Afinal, Madonna, em 1992, disse ter um penis, divulgava o "Express yourself" muito antes disso e flertava com dissolucao de generos, androgenia e afins. Anos depois, Gaga faz tudo isso que Madonna fez (muito antes e muito melhor), mas as pessoas continuam pasmas e tratam como se fosse novidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui esperando a proxima reinterpretacao da cultura pop que Gaga fara, sabendo que muita gente (geralmente as pessoas mal informadas) acharao que aquilo tudo eh novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gus Braga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4EK6dflDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UUk4FoX83Pg/s1600/campari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471315182839895090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4EK6dflDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UUk4FoX83Pg/s320/campari.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gaga em comercial da Campari ou em seu clipe Love Game?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4EK7wr4LI/AAAAAAAAAQo/8qOhHIdjwKQ/s1600/diet+coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471315183188828338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4EK7wr4LI/AAAAAAAAAQo/8qOhHIdjwKQ/s320/diet+coke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coca Diet, por favor. Oh! Vai me dizer que nao notou?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4EKo1XLaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/M3dH9f0acwo/s1600/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471315178108169634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4EKo1XLaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/M3dH9f0acwo/s320/fish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Promovendo o site de relacionamento &lt;a href="http://www.plentyoffish.com/"&gt;Plenty of Fish &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4EKYlTVwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kdH5uyKvTE8/s1600/Little+Debbie+Honey+Bun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471315173745841922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4EKYlTVwI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kdH5uyKvTE8/s320/Little+Debbie+Honey+Bun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Promovendo os produtos da marca &lt;a href="http://www.littledebbie.com/products/HoneyBuns.asp"&gt;Little Debbie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4D-YIL2iI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CATGKJHbHxs/s1600/nemiroff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471314967465286178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4D-YIL2iI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CATGKJHbHxs/s320/nemiroff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tal uma vodka ucraniana?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4D9yqqktI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8dVuqw8HQFM/s1600/neuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471314957409358546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4D9yqqktI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8dVuqw8HQFM/s320/neuro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou uma &lt;a href="http://www.drinkneuro.com/"&gt;bebida energetica&lt;/a&gt; para despertar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4D9974YpI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xXihrHwEZe8/s1600/polaroid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471314960434356882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4D9974YpI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xXihrHwEZe8/s320/polaroid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ja ouviu falar dessa marca?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4D9iSYfXI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xFxiLKBjo6w/s1600/virgin+mobile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471314953012542834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4D9iSYfXI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xFxiLKBjo6w/s320/virgin+mobile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virginmobileusa.com/?cid=ASL_ppc_go_homeV_b_virgin%20mobile"&gt;Telefonia celular &lt;/a&gt;descarada dentro da prisao. I'm gagging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os piores de todos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4D9cHKk5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/QDVg9xR17iU/s1600/whip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471314951354880914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4D9cHKk5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/QDVg9xR17iU/s320/whip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vendendo a &lt;a href="http://brands.kraftfoods.com/miraclewhip"&gt;"maionese adocicada"&lt;/a&gt; da Kraft, encontrada em qualquer supermercado nos EUA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4DxCmhW9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/hrIondv2c0U/s1600/wonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/3718372371043852573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/3718372371043852573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-pior-de-christian-pior.html' title='Videoclipe contemporaneo'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S-4EK6dflDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UUk4FoX83Pg/s72-c/campari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-8593470641377350782</id><published>2010-01-30T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:34:52.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subversão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S2UIW72VS7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/42cSepkYKuw/s1600-h/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432757715608095666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/S2UIW72VS7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/42cSepkYKuw/s320/red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plácido e pleno sob olhos desatentos&lt;br /&gt;Tenro para quem só enxerga a superfície&lt;br /&gt;Uma bomba está preste a estourar sobre todos os desavisados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em minhas veias corre o que há de mais precioso no homem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Não desperdicem meu sangue e meu suor”, grito a quem ouve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não como súplica, não como ordem&lt;br /&gt;mas como aviso de perigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alerta vermelho&lt;br /&gt;cor do meu sangue&lt;br /&gt;colore meu rosto e sugere aversão&lt;br /&gt;ao cinismo, ao abismo, à dúvida e à inércia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um brinde ao amor, minha grande subversão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gus Braga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-8593470641377350782?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/8593470641377350782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=8593470641377350782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Braga Whatever'/><title type='text'>Whatever, I'll do what I want!</title><content type='html'>If there's one kid that rules my world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="374" height="302.72"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m1zAOJCdPDo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/m1zAOJCdPDo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="374" height="302.72"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-2321593749349694656?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/2321593749349694656/comments/default' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-7101082814001847470</id><published>2009-11-15T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:01:47.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les langues / Les Langues</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="357" height="292.4"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4vErs2Ty3yY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/4vErs2Ty3yY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="357" height="292.4"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-3633177631303642703</id><published>2009-11-15T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:50:02.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaga Fame Monster Complete Review Gus Braga'/><title type='text'>The Fame Monster (Complete Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lady Gaga's latest album just leaked. The full eight tracks hit the web yesterday. And although I am still buying the record when it is released, I had to listen to all of its tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SwDYnT24oeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KydTFicnNmg/s1600/Fame+Monster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404557722701570530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SwDYnT24oeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KydTFicnNmg/s320/Fame+Monster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's my overall opinion: the album sounds more uniform than the previous one (The Fame). There is a musical and sound unit connecting the songs together, the exceptions are Speechless and Telephone (their sound do not fit the whole album).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a very particular "industrial" sound. I would call it Industrial Pop. Sounds like some industrial rock bands from the late 70s and 80s. But one can feel a heavy influence from some eurodance tracks from the mid-90s. Again, Gaga invests in vintage. The result is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Fame Monster is NOT as brilliant (brilliance as in free and not worried), immature and fresh as The Fame, but it is a great step for Gaga. We are seeing her taking her first steps as a star and not as a wannabe. And here, we can sense some pressure. Opposed to what she sings, she is not the "free bitch" she wants us to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SwDZEqAI4sI/AAAAAAAAAPI/f6gHoPL4xQs/s1600/Fame+Monster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404558226862170818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SwDZEqAI4sI/AAAAAAAAAPI/f6gHoPL4xQs/s320/Fame+Monster2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, my song by song review:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad Romance: Good song. But it gets even better with the video. Clearly, the success of this song depends on the Gaga-Mania and the hyper produced vodka commercial, I mean, beautibul video more than on the song itself. Love the lyrics. Oh, by the way, Brazilians, don't mistake "Romance" (in English) with "romance" (in Portuguese).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alejandro: The song is better than the one that leaked earlier this month. As any other white-American flirting with Latin cultures, Gaga is a little confused. She starts the song with an Italian accent, but then sings about Alejandro, Fernando, Roberto (all Hispanics) and Mexico rejoice? Is she taking lessons from Cher? For those who don't know what I am talking about, Cher has a song called Dov'e L'Amore (Italian) but the song has Spanish guitars. Coherence? NOT! Cher and Gaga do not know what this word means. But the song is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SwDYnGP4JiI/AAAAAAAAAO4/N3LDCid3Tqc/s1600/alejandro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404557719048300066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SwDYnGP4JiI/AAAAAAAAAO4/N3LDCid3Tqc/s320/alejandro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster: "He ate my heart". We heard Gaga saying that before. But now it is a song. Sounds like the other first two tracks. Cute song. I can see all the twinkies at Pulse dancing to it. By the way, I can't wait to see a grown up Gaga singing to adults and not brainless twinkies. She's gonna be even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speechless: Okay, now it's official. All Gaga's piano songs sound the same. And although this one sounds completely organic, if you're not a fan or an avid listener, "Speechless", "Brown Eyes" and "Again and Again" will sound the same for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance in the Dark: Sounds unfinished. It also has the same structure as "Show me Love" by t.A.T.u. I guess it is the only "wannabe" of the album, by that, I mean, she wanted to sound and make an impression with this song but failed. It's fake and weak. Gaga is too young and, pardon my French, stupid to sound deep and intelligent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telephone: By far, the best track on the album. It sounds like a track from the previous album. It is not industrial at all. Great dance track. I love the way it sounds lika a Beyonce song when she (B) sings. Smart track with terrible rhymes. And I remember when people criticized Madonna for rhyming "I like New York" with " Other cities make me feel like a dork". If that was bad, what will they say about Gaga and Beyonce rhyming "Grand Central Station" with "I'll be dancing"? They clearly left their minds on the dance floor. Love love LOVE this song. Ma-ma-ma-ma telephone (yeah, that's how I spell it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Happy I Could Die: It is a blend of Eh-Eh and Starstruck. But better than both. I can imagine some really good remixes for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teeth: Wow. A middle-eastern loop going on and a crazy stompy beat followed by guitars. Great song. Gaga is maturing. Yay! She just needs to lose the attitude and the pre-made lines and stop posing as an artist. Come on! Just like her bubble dress, many of the things Gaga represents were not made by her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This album sounds more like what Gaga wants us to think she is than the previous one. And before anyone asks "who does this guy think he is to review her songs?" I am a guitarrist and a songwriter. I also research Fashion and do not have the nerve to lie about what I wear (unlike Gaga).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the album, and just like The Fame, it will be the most played on my iPod. Twice as any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gus Braga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-3633177631303642703?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/3633177631303642703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=3633177631303642703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/3633177631303642703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/3633177631303642703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2009/11/fame-monster-complete-review.html' title='The Fame Monster (Complete Review)'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SwDYnT24oeI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KydTFicnNmg/s72-c/Fame+Monster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-9139486915965235719</id><published>2009-09-01T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:24:12.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madonna Celebrates with an Orgy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gus Braga, Sept. 1st, 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/Sp3lIwJ0LbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFk2WsHaNPQ/s1600-h/hitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376705468678024626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/Sp3lIwJ0LbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFk2WsHaNPQ/s320/hitch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An analysis of Madonna's latest song, Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess I just don’t recognize you with your clothes on…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard Madonna's latest song "Celebration", I was thrilled. I found it fresh, fun, catchy and the perfect headline track for a compilation: it reminds us all why Madonna's been crowned the Queen of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is she celebrating after all? And how does she celebrate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hearings and a little more attention payed to the lyrics, I realized that Madonna's track has much more in common with a "Sex in the City" lifestyle than anything else. Single, middle-aged, hot and, sometimes gay. It can't get better than that. Madonna's celebration isn't about dancing after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those nights when we were all single, going to nightclubs, trying to hook up? Yeah, this one goes for those who kiss (and do more) on a first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few glasses of Cosmo, or the good-old O.J. and vodka, you find yourself a little hammered, flirting with a latin hunk who looks familiar (he might be that dude from manhunt or dudesnude, now dressed). Your eyes meet. You think he wants to come over. And if he's drunk or sober, it doesn't matter. You both want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're really into him. Everybody's found themselves a piece of meat. So you invite your hottie to join the party, because anybody else just wouldn't do - "he" is your type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You two start messing around. Things get hotter and hotter, you're going to lose control (no protection?). "Oh, but he is super hot" you think. "And he has a reputation" (is he really that hung?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just drives everybody crazy. He stoop up for his reputation (boy, he's got it). When they see it, they all want to "party" with him too. You get a little jealous, and invite him to go outside, just the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when you two are finally alone. You whisper in his ears and invitation to the dance of life. You know, the dance routine two grown-ups do when they want to have a baby (if at least one of them has an ovum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for it, Madonna! Once again, you gave us all a new reason to go clubbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-9139486915965235719?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/9139486915965235719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=9139486915965235719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/9139486915965235719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/9139486915965235719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2009/09/madonna-celebrates-with-orgy.html' title='Madonna Celebrates with an Orgy'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/Sp3lIwJ0LbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sFk2WsHaNPQ/s72-c/hitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-3183052363010370250</id><published>2009-07-01T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:42:49.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The September Issue</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for this documentary.&lt;br /&gt;I am a huge fan of Anna Wintour and Vogue magazine.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder the effect this movie is going to have regarding the rumours that she might be leaving the magazine - NOT! (&lt;em&gt;Channeling Borat here&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, take a look at the trailer and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="403" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S9-bAwz9uWk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/S9-bAwz9uWk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="403" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-3183052363010370250?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/3183052363010370250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=3183052363010370250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/3183052363010370250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/3183052363010370250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2009/07/september-issue.html' title='The September Issue'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-3368207439570588867</id><published>2009-06-23T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:58:28.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perez Hilton Black Eyed Peas Will.I.Am'/><title type='text'>Perez Vs. Will.I.Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SkGkPbEmRvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4w6e7djtQBk/s1600-h/mdolla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350738417164895986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SkGkPbEmRvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4w6e7djtQBk/s320/mdolla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, when criticizing a fellow blog, a kid came over and replied "bloggers have to support each other and not criticize". I don't agree with him at all. However, I took his message as a sign of my insensitivity. I thought "well, I might have been too harsh", and indeed, I was. I admit my review on something he wrote was too severe in terms of lexical choice. And I know I am fully capable of expressing my opinion without offending him or whoever agrees with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have this Perez Hilton Vs. Will.I.Am thing going on - with Perez playing the victim and Will.I.Am (actually, the Black Eyed Peas' road manager - Polo Molina) as the attacker. I said Perez Hilton is playing the victim because, in fact, he is just playing it. He is just acting (aiming more viewers, perhaps?). The Queen of (Gossip) Media sure knows how to make a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perez Hilton's statements are so eloquent and well written but "bitch, please", it lacks consistence. It lacks heart. And by heart I don't mean emotion: Perez Hilton's emotional video, crying over the assault and the lack of action by Canadian police sure is expressive, but it doesn't convince at all. I am not saying he was acting - we've seen him on Another Gay Sequel: Gays Gone Wild - and we know he cannot act - he was just being a drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perez Hilton claims "VIOLENCE IS NEVER THE ANSWER" and I sure agree with him. I don't think Will.I.Am, Polo Molina or whoever punched the big boy on the face is right. But I see Perez Hilton as a violent man as well. Perez Hilton is habitually cruel to smaller or weaker celebrities. He is vicious and nasty to those he simply doesn't like. He comes out aggressive and forces his way by intimidation. All these features are nothing less than indicators of bullying. Perez Hilton is a bully. And I can't believe or witness people defending a bully because he's been through some sort of retaliation. The same thing happens in many schools all year long. Students are victims of bullying every day, and the day the victims retaliate the bully, they're expelled from school or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before choosing one side, it is important to know the context. Perez Hilton is a vicious nasty man who mistakes freedom of speech with harshness and verbal violence. Look what this man has said about teenage star Miley Cyrus or even Jesse Metcalfe. What about the sexual drawings made on celebrities pictures? Is that freedom of speech or just a nasty way of making fun of people? Haven't you done that on 5th Grade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! There is more. Perez Hilton, besides being a desperate attention whore (sorry, but you do not deserve any blogger's respect), he is a hypocrite. The [Drama] Queen of all media, who is gay, tried to put down and intimidate Will.I.Am by calling him a fag. Wait a minute! A fag calling another fag “fag” - and not in a friendly way. That is not a surprise. Perez Hilton’s always talked "shit" about fat celebrities (as if he were an example of fitness), or even balding actors (as if he didn't have a very clear receding hairline).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, Perez Hilton! Before playing the victim, think of all the people you have humiliated, aggressively attacked verbally, and embarrassed. You are a bully and, before pointing your finger at others, take a good look at yourself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gus Braga.&lt;br /&gt;Team will.I.Am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-3368207439570588867?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/3368207439570588867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=3368207439570588867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/3368207439570588867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/3368207439570588867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2009/06/perez-vs-william.html' title='Perez Vs. Will.I.Am'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SkGkPbEmRvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4w6e7djtQBk/s72-c/mdolla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-5363434749814663583</id><published>2009-06-05T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:41:38.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rad Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SioBMjgVc2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/CqfD8NHp1ak/s1600-h/poem4jeff1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344085223029437282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SioBMjgVc2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/CqfD8NHp1ak/s320/poem4jeff1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, it's me again - I feel I forgot to tell you something last time we spoke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, it took me a couple of seconds to organize my thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and catch my breath - you know, putting heart and mind in synch can take a fraction of our precious time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and time is all we've got - it feels like a rad ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going up and down and being shoved against each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hitting, hurting, heating, twirling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I supposed that's the way we like - no, I haven't changed my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(you don't know what it's all about)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is you and you only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who can rock my world and drive me mental - don't want to get too sentimental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause it's not my first time taking this route&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I guess it's taking me to a different place now - you are my final destination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I hope there's no return from there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gus Braga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;June 6, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-5363434749814663583?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/5363434749814663583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=5363434749814663583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/5363434749814663583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/5363434749814663583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2009/06/rad-ride.html' title='Rad Ride'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SioBMjgVc2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/CqfD8NHp1ak/s72-c/poem4jeff1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-2775273156702843014</id><published>2008-12-17T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:13:10.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SUn3QKizvII/AAAAAAAAANM/qy5jPkmM3ps/s1600-h/wrinkles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281023895148936322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SUn3QKizvII/AAAAAAAAANM/qy5jPkmM3ps/s320/wrinkles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nem se me dissesem que eu estaria aqui,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;eu acreditaria que toda essa poeira fora levantada por mim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E venta, venta, venta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e toda essa terra encarde tudo:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;minhas roupas, minha pele, minha alma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;às vezes vira uma tempestade de areia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e ela corrói todo o sentimento dos nervos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e destrói toda compaixão que tenho pelo mundo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sou só eu, eu, eu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nesse momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eu e o pó&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eu e a terra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eu e a areia &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No seco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;no veto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;no reto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No meio do meu deserto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;particular&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gus Braga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dec 18, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-2775273156702843014?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/2775273156702843014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=2775273156702843014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/2775273156702843014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/2775273156702843014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/12/deserto.html' title='Seco'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SUn3QKizvII/AAAAAAAAANM/qy5jPkmM3ps/s72-c/wrinkles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-5704143282632061920</id><published>2008-12-13T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:51:36.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EGO</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay, eu nao leio o EGO e sei que a eficiencia e exatidao do que eh publicado ali nao eh muito confiavel, mas acabei de ver um video que chegou ate mim e fiquei super interessado em falar a respeito, CUT TO ME e meu momento futil. Tao futil que nao me preocupei em fazer acentuacao alguma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de nao estar no Brasil, tenho recebido muito e-mail e lido muito a respeito da passagem de Madonna pelo Brasil em blogs de amigos e sites especializados em Madonna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo muito lindo. Mas tipo, ja passou da hora de falar de Madonna e mostrar clipes do documentario NA CAMA COM MADONNA. Todas as reportagens comentam sobre seus 25 anos de carreira (jornalistas da Globo insistem em 30 - HELLO MATHEMATICS!), sobre as polemicas de sua carreira, dos filhos, do quarto do hotel, se ela apareceu e deu tchau pros fas (Hello!) ou nao... e, de repente, da-lhe NA CAMA COM MADONNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON, PEOPLE! Ninguem foi trabalhar nao?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, o post nao deveria ser a respeito de Madonna, mas o seguinte video chegou a mim por ser sobre a cantora. Minhas questoes sao: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEM EH ESSA FIGURA?&lt;br /&gt;ELA SE LEVA A SERIO?&lt;br /&gt;ESSE VIDEO NAO FOI FEITO COMO COMEDIA?&lt;br /&gt;ELA ESTUDA MODA NA FAAP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS: detalhe para a profundidade e conscientizacao que ela faz a respeito da camiseta usada por Madonna cuja estampa eh uma coroa e que possui correntes que lembram tatuagens antigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! CUT TO MADGE passando pelo closet mentalizando a camiseta que ela vai vestir, a simbologia da estampa, a referencia que aquilo fara a sua propria vida e carreira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="196"&gt;&lt;param value="http://video.globo.com/Portal/videos/cda/player/player.swf" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="midiaId=934657&amp;autoStart=false&amp;width=480&amp;height=392" name="FlashVars" /&gt;&lt;embed width="240" height="196" flashvars="midiaId=934657&amp;autoStart=false&amp;width=240&amp;height=196" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" src="http://video.globo.com/Portal/videos/cda/player/player.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-5704143282632061920?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/5704143282632061920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=5704143282632061920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/5704143282632061920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/5704143282632061920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/12/ego.html' title='EGO'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-8579584382271520245</id><published>2008-11-07T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:21:51.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The spics are in the House</title><content type='html'>Here is a great fresh and smart parody of one of the best tracks off of American Life by you know who. There's even a cameo of wannabe star Perez Hilton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/59h95SIRd0M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/59h95SIRd0M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-8579584382271520245?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/8579584382271520245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=8579584382271520245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/8579584382271520245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/8579584382271520245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/11/spics-are-in-house.html' title='The spics are in the House'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-5128131861148488591</id><published>2008-10-09T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:58:46.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A falta que faz uma vagina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SO6MipQDtBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DS9zAAMATrM/s1600-h/adameve1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255292342004593682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SO6MipQDtBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DS9zAAMATrM/s400/adameve1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sei que muito já foi falado sobre vaginas. O mundo parece obcecado por vaginas. Elas são fotografadas, escondidas, lavadas, apresentadas em monólogos, são tratadas como bicho, uma entidade; são lambidas, abertas, depiladas, peludas. A vagina é um objeto de desejo universal. Vagina, boceta, periquita, perereca, pussy, xereca... Há vaginas para todos os gostos. Nunca imaginei que um dia eu sentiria falta de uma vagina. Nunca pensei precisar de uma. Mas como a vida é engraçada, hoje, entendo que meu futuro depende de uma vagina. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nunca parei para analisar minha relação com vaginas até então, porém, começo a reparar que minhas experiências com vaginas foram intensas e fortes em quase todas as ocasiões. A começar pelo meu nascimento: momento doloroso tanto para minha mãe quanto para mim, que saí daquele ambiente tranquilo e seguro e cheguei ao mundo através da vagina. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Após meu parto, foi na adolescência que tive minhas primeiras experiências conscientes com vaginas. Apesar de não terem sido tão intensas e significativas como meu parto, vaginas sempre me davam uma certa dose de preocupação naquele período da minha vida. Apesar de gostosas, macias, quentes e aconchegantes, todas as vezes que eu brincava com uma vagina, apesar de nunca ter falhado, a preocupação com a falha sempre estava presente. Talvez por conhecer o outro lado e gostar do paradoxo imediato da vagina - desde criança, sempre me senti muito mais atraído por pênis do que vagina, sempre preferi brincar com o meu pênis e, eventualmente, com os dos outros. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Como adulto, minhas relações com vaginas foram as melhores. Talvez por não ter de esconder a minha preferência (aqui, digo preferência, considerando meu playground favorito e o segundo favorito). Talvez por ter sido tão aberto e sincero com as donas das vaginas, nossos encontros sexuais sempre foram bons, alguns, excelentes. E apesar de adotar um estilo de vida alternativo ao padrão hetero-normativo, minhas relações heterossexuais nao ficam para trás de nenhuma outra. Perguntem para as minhas vaginas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hoje, um ano e meio após meu último contato direto com uma vagina (numa noite inesquecível, por sinal), olho para a vagina com outros olhos. Falo de uma perspectiva particular, de dentro de uma relação homossexual estável, que ruma para um futuro promissor. O que a vagina tem a ver com isso? Simples. O contexto que lhes descrevo se passa em um país que não reconhece a união civil entre pessoas do mesmo sexo e as partes interessadas são cidadão e imigrante. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Em toda a minha vida, nunca me senti menos privilegiado por adotar um estilo de vida fora do padrão desenhado pela sociedade heterossexual. Sempre fui muito consciente das limitações sociais impostas a mim e sempre tentei driblar ao máximo, pouco a pouco, cada situação desconfortável e injusta. Porém, a situação atual não será resolvida na vida noturna ou em uma boate gay - contextos isolados que dão a homossexuais a mesma liberdade dada a heterossexuais em plena luz do dia. O problema agora é um pouco maior, alguns centímetros maior: meu parceiro e eu não possuímos uma vagina. E a vagina seria a solução para o nosso problema. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Como disse antes, vivemos num país que não reconhece a união civil entre pessoas do mesmo sexo, pelo menos em nível federal. E mesmo que alguns estados, como California, reconheçam o tão sonhado casamento gay, o país nao o faz. Não creio que a resposta esteja nas eleições presidenciais do ano corrente, não acredito que Obama seja a resposta positiva e final para casais homossexuais e imigrantes. Porém, McCain e os mais conservadores do partido Republicano seriam um grande passo retrógrado para a(s) liberdade(s) conquistadas pela sociedade, em especial, por imigrantes e homossexuais. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Por falta de uma vagina, meu parceiro e eu, para ficarmos juntos, dependemos de extensão de vistos, permissão de trabalho, muitos dólares em processos imigratórios e sempre passamos por aquele período de espera, temendo uma resposta negativa do governo norte-americano. E o pior, a mesma história se repete em outras nações mundo afora. A falta de uma vagina pode se tornar um problema universal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nunca o mundo heterossexual (com suas leis) me pareceu tão fácil. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Que falta faz uma vagina. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gus Braga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;October 9th, 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Imagem: Adam and Eve, Lucas Cranach &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-5128131861148488591?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/5128131861148488591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=5128131861148488591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/5128131861148488591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/5128131861148488591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/10/falta-que-faz-uma-vagina.html' title='A falta que faz uma vagina'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SO6MipQDtBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DS9zAAMATrM/s72-c/adameve1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-5154854779150008670</id><published>2008-08-15T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:51:30.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A outra esquina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SKZNtT9zT7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/rrpTEQ2C4b0/s1600-h/men_photo+Raphael+Perez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234957057713721266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SKZNtT9zT7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/rrpTEQ2C4b0/s400/men_photo+Raphael+Perez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não imagino como seria se eu tinha virado a outra esquina&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como seria o outro caminho&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, penso que seria mais fácil&lt;br /&gt;Que seria mais ameno, mais leve, mais pacífico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, acho que gostaria de ter parado no acostamento&lt;br /&gt;de ter cochilado um pouco&lt;br /&gt;de modo a não ver você passar&lt;br /&gt;a não sentir o seu perfume&lt;br /&gt;a não ver o seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, imagino o lugar em que eu estaria&lt;br /&gt;Sem você&lt;br /&gt;sem a sua luz&lt;br /&gt;sem sua voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, imagino se estaria mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;Eu&lt;br /&gt;Você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, não sei se estou sendo injusto&lt;br /&gt;ou se é que isso é normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gus Braga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagem: Raphael Perez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-5154854779150008670?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/5154854779150008670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=5154854779150008670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/5154854779150008670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/5154854779150008670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/08/outra-esquina.html' title='A outra esquina'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SKZNtT9zT7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/rrpTEQ2C4b0/s72-c/men_photo+Raphael+Perez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-117997361863915578</id><published>2008-05-31T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T06:31:27.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it 2 Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Madonna's new video is out today on youtube and the only thing I can say about it is that it is HAWT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gone are the days when people spent fortunes making a video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Madonna knows that nowadays a simple relatively cheap video can be as fabulous as the high budgeted ones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Give it 2 me - just like JUMP from the Confessions Era - shows us that simplicity is the new word of music video making on Youtube Era.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ICyMoH_SWcU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ICyMoH_SWcU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-117997361863915578?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/117997361863915578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=117997361863915578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/117997361863915578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/117997361863915578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/05/give-it-2-me.html' title='Give it 2 Me'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-5415930145133939056</id><published>2008-05-21T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:52.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've seen it all before...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SDTo5bcUoKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/e4sCYc91zEU/s1600-h/0.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203039542836502690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SDTo5bcUoKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/e4sCYc91zEU/s400/0.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;clique na imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguem canta pra Janet "I've seen it all before and I can't take it anymore".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis desole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de ter mais um album nao-tao-bem-sucedido, Janet Jackson resolve sair em turne pela America. Eis o primeiro poster oficial da turne da diva lipoaspirada do pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummm... Nao consegui evitar tal comparacao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet 2008. Madonna 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As semelhancas nao param por ai. Olhem o que achei no youtube ha um tempo... (trata-se da capa do disco mais recente de Janet Jackson - Discipline).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-vtV_YUxgo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-vtV_YUxgo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna, que tambem entra em turne ainda em 2008, tem em seu curriculo o titulo de turne mais bem sucedida feita por uma cantora - The Confessions Tour 2006, de acordo com o livro dos recordes, Guiness. Janet nao entra em turne desde 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar dessa longa espera pelo retorno de Janet aos palcos, as datas iniciais para a turne da cantora nao passam de seis shows (claro, outras datas serao adicionadas no roteiro):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 de setembro, Vancouver, BC GM Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 de setembro, Oakland, CA Oracle Arena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 de setembro, Montreal, QC Centre Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 de outubro, Toronto, ON Air Canada Centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 de outubro, Washington, DC Verizon Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 de outubro, East Rutherford, NJ &lt;a class="iAs" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal! important; FONT-SIZE: 100%! important; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px! important; COLOR: darkgreen! important; BORDER-BOTTOM: darkgreen 0.07em solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent! important; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-05-21-rock-with-u-baby#" target="_blank" itxtdid="5543639"&gt;Izod&lt;/a&gt; Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna, por outro lado, da partida a corrida de turne mais bem sucedida do ano bem a frente de Janet. O anuncio oficial inicial da turne STICK AND SWEET ja contava com mais de trinta shows, sendo que mais e mais datas estao sendo adicionadas e 3 noites no Madison Square Garden em NY, shows em Paris e outras cidades se esgotaram em menos de uma hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pergunta que nao quer calar: por onde anda Mimi? Ainda contando os dolares perdidos em diversos shows cancelados durante sua turne anterior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-5415930145133939056?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/5415930145133939056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=5415930145133939056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/5415930145133939056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/5415930145133939056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-seen-it-all-before.html' title='I&apos;ve seen it all before...'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SDTo5bcUoKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/e4sCYc91zEU/s72-c/0.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-8254981037333330930</id><published>2008-05-17T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:52.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyndi Lauper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SC-zJPa_SDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oc-2_mbAUG0/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201573065976137778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SC-zJPa_SDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oc-2_mbAUG0/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tsssssssssssssssssssssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse eh o som do novo album de Cindy Lauper vazando - BRING YA TO THE BRINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vazou. Ja caiu na rede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) High &amp;amp; Mighty: Por um momento pensei que fosse Fernanda Porto mesclando sua bossa, um violaozinho e musica eletronica. Muito boa a faixa. Cindy soa um pouquinho CRACKING, efeito intimo e gostoso na sua voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Into the Night Life: Sem intervalo, Cyndi pula da faixa um para a segunda. E o comentario que faco eh: WOW! Sirenes... Teclados oitentistas... Eurodance... Cyndi se oferece para nos levar ah sua vida noturna. A melhor faixa do album, de longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Rocking Chair: Enquanto Madonna decide ir para sua SPANISH LESSON, Cyndi vai pra cadeira de balanco. Okay, okay, vou ser mais claro: a terceira faixa se aproxima de SPANISH LESSON. Um pouco mais divertida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Echo: Alguem se lembra de Gala e de outros fazedores de HOUSE e DANCE em meados dos anos 90? A faixa comeca assim, meio 96, meio 97. Chega o refrao, que leva a cancao um pouquinho mais fundo no tunel do tempo. Gostosinha. Musica de filme com a Drew Barrymore - sabe aquelas cenas de casal no parque de diversao? Sem dialogos algum? Pois bem, tocariam essa musica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Lyfe: Bom, como todos sabem, sou fa de Madonna e Cyndi Lauper, entao vou fazer a minha vida mais facil: essa musica encaixaria no album EROTICA de Madonna. Nao como single, mas como faixa 8, ou 9. "Did you do it? You know I did it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Same Ol' Story: DISCO DIVA grita nessa cancao. Comeca parecida com "It's raining men", depois se aproxima de "If you could read my mind" versao Studio 54. Same ol' disco song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Raging Storm: Elegante faixa dancante. William Orbit num cafe na esquina com Madonna (Revenge) e Massive Attack. Elegancia sonora que nao se ouve mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Lay Me Down: Lembra "Another Chance" do Roger Sanchez com uma pitada de "I believe in you" de Kylie Minogue. Eh o tipo de musica que eu escuto sentado de frente pra janela, na penumbra. Uma das minha favoritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Give it Up: Diva House moderna. Remixes vao fazer sucesso entre as "mulheres" que o Ronaldinho levou para o motel. Canacalon voando para todos os lados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Set your Heart: Eh o Village People cantando YMCA? Nao! Ainda estou escutando Cyndi Lauper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Grab a Hold: O disco comeca a ficar repetitivo. Mas a faixa tem uma certa aura melancolica na melodia. Eu gosto disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Rain On Me: De primeira, pensei que Cyndi comecaria a cantar "Time after Time". Super retro, Cyndi viaja no tempo e se encontra em 1984 novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Got Candy: Va para a Candy Shop! Essa eh uma das faixas bonus da versao japonesa do album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Can't Breath: Outra cancao bonus para os japoneses. Foge da sonoridade retro e dance do album. Balada no melhor estilo Cyndi Lauper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos finais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O disco eh muito bom e contemporaneo - Cyndi brinca entre club music modernosa e retro. Vai se dar bem na parada dance da Billboard e, se sua estrategia de promocao e divulgacao for certa, a talentosa artista tem grande chance de entrar no top 40 dos singles com Into the Night Life. Fas da cantora preocupados com charts podem respirar tranquilos, Cyndi (diferentemente de Madonna, que ate entao, nao compareceu em pessoa a quase programa algum na televisao norte-americana para divulgar o disco), ja tem tres aparicoes importantes para divulgar o gostoso album: 1 de junho: A&amp;amp;E Private Sessions; 7 de junho: New Now Next Awards; 13 de junho: Good Morning America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-8254981037333330930?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/8254981037333330930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=8254981037333330930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/8254981037333330930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/8254981037333330930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/05/cyndi-lauper.html' title='Cyndi Lauper'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SC-zJPa_SDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oc-2_mbAUG0/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-243454214759516052</id><published>2008-05-17T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:52.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erika Palomino, tipow, suuuuuuuuper antenada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(clique na imagem para amplia-la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SC-GMfa_SBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5_nvHyluiXI/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201523643787462674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SC-GMfa_SBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5_nvHyluiXI/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SC-GIPa_SAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_vxPVL6hZuo/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201523570773018626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SC-GIPa_SAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_vxPVL6hZuo/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SC-F1_a_R_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/rcydiJI9n30/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SC-FhPa_R-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/8tnx5FJt-1U/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente, hora da boa e velha aula de matematica...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burroloides do Erika Palomino, ela se apresentou no Brasil em 2007, RJ, Live Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007... estamos em 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 anos de diferenca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu-do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conice chega mais cedo para todas as BEE-finas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro burrice alheia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambem adoro a Erika Palomino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alem de uber cool e linda, tem um site suuuper competente e antenado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho fashion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-243454214759516052?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/243454214759516052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=243454214759516052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/243454214759516052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/243454214759516052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/05/erika-palomino-tipow-suuuuuuuuper.html' title='Erika Palomino, tipow, suuuuuuuuper antenada'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SC-GMfa_SBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/5_nvHyluiXI/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-6293194105562185057</id><published>2008-05-14T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:22:24.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_e0zmJiVouE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_e0zmJiVouE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-8515158271287597014</id><published>2008-05-14T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:10:19.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CUm6TCbEK0g&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CUm6TCbEK0g&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-8515158271287597014?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/8515158271287597014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=8515158271287597014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/8515158271287597014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/8515158271287597014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-2061181466285497683</id><published>2008-04-30T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:10:53.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariah's new Video</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay... We haven't seen Mariah's new crap, oops, I mean video yet. But the preview of Moomoo's new vid reminds us a lot of Madonna's "Drowned World/Substitute for Love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yr5DTEVugSM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yr5DTEVugSM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yx71v0-cntY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yx71v0-cntY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-2061181466285497683?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/2061181466285497683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=2061181466285497683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/2061181466285497683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/2061181466285497683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/04/mariahs-new-video.html' title='Mariah&apos;s new Video'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-289433486704386208</id><published>2008-04-25T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:53.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my RIVELLO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SBLTc9qrrxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/t-HAqodarLI/s1600-h/BrasilBandeira%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193445814854987538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SBLTc9qrrxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/t-HAqodarLI/s320/BrasilBandeira%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided to start writing in English, considering that my life is in the US of A now, not in my beloved country, Brazil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be impossible to write poetry in a language that is not the language of my heart (Portuguese), but I was surprised by my latest experiences and insights. One of these is my video poem (see &lt;a href="http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/04/video-poem.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been an amazing year, but things are getting slow again. I need more action, I need to be moving and working and creating and defying my own standards all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready for action, just give me a call, hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my RIVELLO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gus Braga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-289433486704386208?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/289433486704386208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=289433486704386208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/289433486704386208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/289433486704386208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-to-my-rivello.html' title='Welcome to my RIVELLO'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SBLTc9qrrxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/t-HAqodarLI/s72-c/BrasilBandeira%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-7368729190637662742</id><published>2008-04-20T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:53.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Candy - Madonna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SAwrog6nxKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ViU6Fes4Mrs/s1600-h/madonna_candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191572445481911458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" height="287" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SAwrog6nxKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ViU6Fes4Mrs/s320/madonna_candy.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como estou feliz com o novo album de Madonna. HARD CANDY sera lancado ao redor do globo em datas diferentes, chegando ao mercado norte-americano dia 29 de abril. Oito faixas do novo trabalho (que chega as lojas com 12) cairam na rede antes do lancamento oficial (o que nao surpreende a ninguem). Antes de falar sobre as faixas, gostaria de expressar minha surpresa com a qualidade do material. Estava com o pe atras, considerando que nao sou grande fa dos colaboradores de Madonna nesse trabalho – que eh o ultimo disco dela lancado pela Warner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timbaland, Timberlake e Pharrel (Neptunes) nao fazem exatamente o tipo de som com que eu gasto meu dinheiro. Gosto de alguns trabalhos isolados, uns aqui, outros la. Por isso nao conseguia enxergar o tipo de parceria que Madonna procurava com esse pessoal. Porem, o resultado final desse trabalho me surpreendeu muito. Madonna, mais uma vez, fez o dever de casa direitinho: tirou dos caras o melhor que eles tem e entregou um disco que tem a sua propria cara - o selo Madonna de qualidade esta estampado de todo tamanho ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem ainda esta desconfiado em relacao ao novo trabalho de Madonna, a resposta eh uma so: HARD CANDY nao decepciona e se mostra um otimo sucessor do tambem otimo CONFESSIONS ON A DANCEFLOOR (2005) – Madonna nao se afastou das pistas, mas tambem nao repete a formula do disco anterior, levando uma batida mais URBAN, um pouco HIP-HOPish, para a pista de danca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ao que interessa, falar sobre as faixas do disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANDY SHOP: Abre o disco de forma simples e que pode confundir o ouvinte, pois eh a faixa que mais soa como Hip-Hop. Esperava algumas mudancas, mas a versao eh a mesma que vazou em 2007. Sticky and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 MINUTES: Dueto com o queridinho Justin Timberlake. Duvido que tenha alguem que nao tenha escutado a cancao (4 Minutes eh, atualmente, a musica mais tocada no mundo, de acordo com o chart mundial). A introducao da cancao eh muito boa, mas perde um pouco o folego e fica repetitiva. De qualquer forma, eh uma boa faixa. Para quem pode comprar pelo iTunes, compre a versao feita pelo DJ/Produtor JUNKIE XL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE IT TO ME: Madonna se joga de cabeca na pista de danca e danca e danca e danca mais um pouco. Eh um dos destaques do disco, muito mais house do que qualquer outra coisa. Para se ter uma ideia, a versao do album mais parece um remix feito para as boates do que qualquer outra coisa. Duvido que tenha algum DJ que nao tocara a cancao em alguns meses.&lt;br /&gt;HEARTBEAT: Talvez a cancao mais doce do disco. Madonna flerta mais uma vez com as pistas e canta sobre o prazer que sente ao dancar. Um encontro de Kylie Minogue e Nelly Furtado, porem com o timbre inconfundivel de Madonna. Heartbeat me faz querer dancar abracado, mas nao muito bem comportado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILES AWAY: Soa como Madonna em Music, violao dividindo espaco com um som sintetizado.A faixa esta entre as minhas favoritas e tras um pouco de melancolia ao disco. Alguem disse que da vontade de arrumar um namorado e terminar com ele so para cantar essa musica, hoje sei vejo que isso eh bem possivel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE’S NOT ME: Faixa retro. Madonna esta brava e contra-ataca a “outra”, que tenta agir com M-Dolla, mas que, no fim das contas, nao eh ela. Uma faixa longa que fica melhor no final. Detalhe interessante: SHE’S NOT ME fica incrivelmente mais eletronica em direcao ao final (engracado que essa nao eh a unica cancao com esta caracteristica).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCREDIBLE: Confesso, so consegui escutar a faixa depois de tentar 3 vezes, mas valeu a pena, pois nao eh tao ruim como parece. Ao prestar atencao na letra, vi que eh uma das mais musicas mais interessantes do disco. “You don’t know what you got til it’s gone (…) I wanna go back to then, Gotta figure out how, gotta remember when”, alguem disse que o casamento de Madge estaria chegando ao fim? Eh uma faixa dificil, mas que cresce na gente. Boa, boa. Assim como na musica anterior, fica melhor ainda no final. Densa, densa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAT GOES ON: Para quem tinha escutado a versao que vazou em 2007, espere um outra cancao. BEAT GOES ON eh uma das melhores surpresas de Madonna. Retro, disco, gostosa, leve, EXPRESS YOURSELF versao 2. Musica que nao vai sair do iPod nunca. BEAT GOES ON (sim, repito o nome da cancao para que nao esquecam) eh um classico. O tipo de musica que sera tocada para sempre, assim como Holiday, Vogue e Ray of Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARD CANDY ainda possiu mais 4 faixas, DANCE 2NITE, SPANISH LESSON, DEVIL WOULDN’T RECOGNIZE YOU e VOICES que ainda permanecem seguras e longe da pirataria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-7368729190637662742?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/7368729190637662742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=7368729190637662742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/7368729190637662742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/7368729190637662742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/04/hard-candy-madonna.html' title='Hard Candy - Madonna'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SAwrog6nxKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ViU6Fes4Mrs/s72-c/madonna_candy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-1628439016453202215</id><published>2008-04-19T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T08:29:48.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ce036582b9dc039e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dce036582b9dc039e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331448932%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D276C3BE3222632E77B8707D022F3DD4C3013A61F.B00710502AD19E182A0F51B2EDCAB8E72DDA309%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dce036582b9dc039e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dsd33vsaDu7IAq64etvZYmuZiRBw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dce036582b9dc039e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331448932%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D276C3BE3222632E77B8707D022F3DD4C3013A61F.B00710502AD19E182A0F51B2EDCAB8E72DDA309%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dce036582b9dc039e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dsd33vsaDu7IAq64etvZYmuZiRBw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Gus Braga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-1628439016453202215?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ce036582b9dc039e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/1628439016453202215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=1628439016453202215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/1628439016453202215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/1628439016453202215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/04/video-poem.html' title='Video Poem'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-2005421069726948387</id><published>2008-04-18T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T16:42:04.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Amores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é o sentimento mais intrigante que os seres humanos têm pesquisado, falado a respeito, buscado, evitado, escrito e cantado. Muitos o comparam com o ódio, dizem que uma linha tênue os separa. Não concordo. Se fosse assim, seria fácil designar o que é o amor: ele seria o oposto da raiva – sentimento com que somos acometidos freqüentemente – no trânsito, nos clássicos de futebol, nos fins de relacionamentos malsucedidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor – e todas suas vertentes – ao mesmo tempo em que é o menos decodificado, é o sentimento mais rotulado e padronizado pela sociedade moderna. Amores bizarros são marginais, amores normais não funcionam, amores múltiplos não é amor (é egoísmo) e amor platônico é burrice. Quem me dera se os meus amores funcionassem assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sinto um amor, eu sinto todos. O burro, o egoísta, o natural e o anormal. Meus amores são no plural. Variam do apresentável ao obscuro; do contemporâneo ao mais remoto; do real ao quimérico; do legítimo ao virtual. Eles se encontram na segurança e na incerteza. E talvez seja essa sua maior beleza: a liberdade com que se movimentam de um lado para o outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que se deveria escolher um, dentre tantos, o amor que é melhor amar? Algumas pessoas são felizes com o primeiro amor que conhecem, outras conhecem muitos e tiram proveito de todos; outras pessoas passam a vida inteira tentando encontrá-lo. Prefiro amar todos os outros amores para então, quem sabe, decidir-me por um só, ou dois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... pois só o amor extremo concede tanta liberdade e serenidade ao meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           Gus Braga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-2005421069726948387?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/2005421069726948387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=2005421069726948387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/2005421069726948387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/2005421069726948387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/04/os-amores.html' title='Os Amores'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-8124151599663197990</id><published>2008-03-20T23:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:53.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes, dói.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/R-NYHempEkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MikSU6My6EY/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180080881903669826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/R-NYHempEkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MikSU6My6EY/s320/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói te ver passar&lt;br /&gt;Dói muito nao poder te olhar&lt;br /&gt;Dói acordar e ver que o nosso futuro nao é mais o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Dói quando eu penso que esse foi o melhor caminho&lt;br /&gt;Dói ao saber que ainda nao sei de nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Às vezes, só às vezes, dói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gus Braga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;March 21, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orlando, FL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-8124151599663197990?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/8124151599663197990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=8124151599663197990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/8124151599663197990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/8124151599663197990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2008/03/s-vezes-di.html' title='Às vezes, dói.'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/R-NYHempEkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MikSU6My6EY/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-8279944399664813836</id><published>2007-11-21T22:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:54.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao pé d'ouvido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/R0UlviswFiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hYSjlTilNrY/s1600-h/DSC05081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135552448784504354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/R0UlviswFiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hYSjlTilNrY/s320/DSC05081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho o mundo todo aberto pra mim, todos os destinos possíveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma maleta na mão e um coração cheio de vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as portas abertas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando por uma visita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguardando a minha passagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas trocaria tudo isso por uma tarde com você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo aquela frase de três palavras apenas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gus Braga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-8279944399664813836?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/8279944399664813836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=8279944399664813836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/8279944399664813836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/8279944399664813836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/11/ao-p-douvido.html' title='Ao pé d&apos;ouvido'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/R0UlviswFiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hYSjlTilNrY/s72-c/DSC05081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-2775806833596673619</id><published>2007-11-07T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:54.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RzKNi9tidLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3Eq8EWnu_QM/s1600-h/nozes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130318557349049522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RzKNi9tidLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3Eq8EWnu_QM/s320/nozes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-2775806833596673619?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/2775806833596673619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=2775806833596673619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/2775806833596673619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/2775806833596673619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/11/coming-soon_07.html' title='Coming soon...'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RzKNi9tidLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3Eq8EWnu_QM/s72-c/nozes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-2201030701492859697</id><published>2007-10-18T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T07:47:51.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bbspot.com/News/2004/10/extension_quiz.php"&gt;&lt;img height="90" alt="You are .mpg You live life like it was a movie.  Constantly in motion, you bring pleasure to many, but are often hidden away." src="http://www.bbspot.com/Images/News_Features/2004/10/file_extensions/mpg.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which File Extension are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-2201030701492859697?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/2201030701492859697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=2201030701492859697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/2201030701492859697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/2201030701492859697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/10/which-file-extension-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-3226214060022795991</id><published>2007-10-02T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:55.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HSM Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;E quem disse que ela é uma mera cantora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Além de tudo, Madonna é a capa da edição de setembro/outubro da revista de negócios brasileira HSM Management (Número 64/ano 11/volume 5) como uma empresária exemplar, cujas estratégias tomadas em sua carreira devem ser seguidas por empresários que buscam o sucesso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Artigo interessante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comprem a revista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cliquem nas imagens para ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116999932256238402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RwM8U83Uu0I/AAAAAAAAADY/WM1V_i4f3cY/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117000018155584338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RwM8Z83Uu1I/AAAAAAAAADg/kA53Z9A5Y94/s320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117000104054930274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RwM8e83Uu2I/AAAAAAAAADo/vePLF3JZZ0o/s320/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117000194249243506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RwM8kM3Uu3I/AAAAAAAAADw/oGxicSGMxCk/s320/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RwM8pc3Uu4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/P9w7I9dFX08/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117000284443556738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RwM8pc3Uu4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/P9w7I9dFX08/s320/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117000378932837266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RwM8u83Uu5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1bbcqfeOcs/s320/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117000469127150498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RwM80M3Uu6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Y9MEhDdF7v0/s320/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-3226214060022795991?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/3226214060022795991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=3226214060022795991&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/3226214060022795991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/3226214060022795991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/10/hsm-management.html' title='HSM Management'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RwM8U83Uu0I/AAAAAAAAADY/WM1V_i4f3cY/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-8419305539580555009</id><published>2007-09-30T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T13:31:36.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta a Paulo Nascimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Resposta ao texto do seguinte link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://carosamigos.terra.com.br/nova/ed124/nascimento.asp"&gt;http://carosamigos.terra.com.br/nova/ed124/nascimento.asp&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos um grupo formado por três homossexuais assumidos, entre 21 e 23 anos de idade, bem resolvidos, universitários, vindos de diferentes mundos (um skatista, um ex-franciscano e um marombeiro); temos opiniões adversas às externadas por Paulo Nascimento. A impressão que tivemos é que o autor levou um fora gigantesco na parada gay, se sente um peixe fora d’água e está agindo da mesma forma que as pessoas que ele critica – está sendo intolerante perante as opiniões pessoais de grupos distintos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As próprias citações usadas pelo autor carregam grande carga ideológica e extremista, sendo generalista por excelência (“OS GAYS MALHAM a semana inteira, juntam dinheiro para vir à balada e idealizam esse dia como se fosse o último da vida deles”, citação de Beto Matte). Declarações como esta são facilmente quebradas, tomando-se em conta que nem todos os gays freqüentam academia de ginástica, vão a boates ou usam Calvin Klein. Cremos que Paulo Nascimento fora infeliz nas escolhas de suas citações, pois o grupo denominado GLS ou GLBT (ou qualquer outra sigla que tenta nomeá-lo) é multifacetado e multicultural. É um grupo formado por indivíduos de origens (socioeconômico-culturais) diferentes, assim como toda a humanidade é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divergências de opiniões e estilos de vida não são características comuns no ambiente gay, toda a sociedade se divide em grupos, tribos, que acreditam e adotam filosofias que as retratam de uma determinada forma. Temos os machões, os liberais, as patricinhas, os mauricinhos e inúmeros outros grupos que podem conviver amigavelmente, mesmo sendo diferentes e conscientes de suas divergências (lembrando que quem aqui vos fala é um grupo formado por um skatista, um ex-franciscano e um marombeiro).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditamos na liberdade de expressão e que as pessoas têm de ser felizes da forma que elas podem. Um cara que pode pagar por calça-cueca-camisa Calvin Klein ou ter sete pares de Puma não precisa vestir C&amp;amp;A ou Renner para agradar aos menos desfavorecidos economicamente. E antes de dizerem que vestir grifes não é o problema e sim exibi-las, lembramos que as pessoas usam de sua imagem para se expressar, a imagem é seu cartão-de-visita, é onde reside a primeira imagem (que pode ser quebrada, ou não – a primeira impressão NÃO é a que fica, a não ser que você esteja numa entrevista para emprego).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Brasil fatura anualmente US$ 32,9 bilhões, equivalentes a 4,1% do PIB total brasileiro", André Ricardo Robic, diretor executivo do Instituto Brasileiro de Moda (IBModa). Imaginamos o número de pessoas empregadas nesta indústria e o que seria delas se não houvesse quem consumisse moda (CK e outras grifes, inclusive as de baixo custo, têm sua produções instaladas em território brasileiro e empregam brasileiros).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;André, ex-franciscano, estudante de arte e moda, também conhecido como mestre cuca de sua república, adora Chanel e tem um problema sério com Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana (apesar de não ser rico), continua conversando com mendigos em pontos de ônibus, como nos velhos tempos de franciscanismo. Vive numa guerra contínua com sua barriga (nem por isso se incomoda com o corpo alheio). Ama Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gus, professor de literatura inglesa, marombeiro, blogger, usa óculos, se depila e não tem tatuagem no braço musculoso (ao contrário da maioria das barbies). Sabe ler em mais de quatro línguas, e coloca no chinelo (intelectualmente) muitos estudantes de Letras da Universidade Federal de Minas Gerais. Ama Madonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinícius, skatista, amante de punk-rock, mIgUxXxA, amante de mangá, animé, adora literatura brasileira e é ex-estudante de Letras. Não deixa de freqüentar baladas de bate-cabelo com os amigos e escutar música POP nas festas promovidas por eles. Foi homofóbico até sair do armário. Apesar de punk-rock, ama Cher (acreditamos piamente nisso por causa do look motociclista da cantora nos anos 80).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que queremos transmitir é que esperar que um grupo tão abrangente como o GLBT comporte-se de maneira homogênea é ignorância, pois os indivíduos que o compõem (vide os autores deste texto) apresentam qualidades contraditórias e inesperadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;André, Gus, Vinícius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-8419305539580555009?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/8419305539580555009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=8419305539580555009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/8419305539580555009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/8419305539580555009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/09/resposta-paulo-nascimento.html' title='Resposta a Paulo Nascimento'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-9006259541291559230</id><published>2007-09-28T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:55.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Só porque te amo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RwZ6X83Uu7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/seq8TpxEdXg/s1600-h/saco%2520(330%2520x%2520377).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117912578446900146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RwZ6X83Uu7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/seq8TpxEdXg/s320/saco%2520(330%2520x%2520377).jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/Rv3i583UuxI/AAAAAAAAADA/FUDR2i6aAwg/s1600-h/saco%2520(330%2520x%2520377).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carrego em minhas costas tudo aquilo que desperdiçou&lt;br /&gt;Todos os nomes de que me xingou&lt;br /&gt;E todos os erros que não assumiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrego, também, todas as confissões mal ditas&lt;br /&gt;Todas as meias verdades&lt;br /&gt;E todo o engano que causamos um ao outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrego em minhas costas tudo aquilo que te incomoda&lt;br /&gt;Carrego nas costas tudo aquilo que te afasta de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gus Braga, Belo Horizonte, 29 de setembro de 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-9006259541291559230?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/9006259541291559230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=9006259541291559230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/9006259541291559230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/9006259541291559230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/09/s-porque-te-amo.html' title='Só porque te amo...'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RwZ6X83Uu7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/seq8TpxEdXg/s72-c/saco%2520(330%2520x%2520377).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-6246420219673072162</id><published>2007-09-26T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:56.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/Rvpse83UuwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1_uOSh-pvu0/s1600-h/breu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114519605822667522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/Rvpse83UuwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1_uOSh-pvu0/s400/breu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/Rvogys3UuvI/AAAAAAAAACw/1-2zsWOJF4c/s1600-h/breu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RvocAc3UuuI/AAAAAAAAACo/N0NMapj63ew/s1600-h/tunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114431120906435298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RvocAc3UuuI/AAAAAAAAACo/N0NMapj63ew/s320/tunnel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-6246420219673072162?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/6246420219673072162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=6246420219673072162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/6246420219673072162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/6246420219673072162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/09/breu.html' title='Breu'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/Rvpse83UuwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1_uOSh-pvu0/s72-c/breu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-418117340413742672</id><published>2007-09-11T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:48:47.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Spears decepciona público</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alguém viu a apresentação de Britney Spears no MTV VIDEO MUSIC AWARDS 2007?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Péssima escolha para show de abertura de uma cerimônia de prêmios (péssima escolha, também, o local em que se deu a premiação neste ano, LAS VEGAS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está certo, sabemos que Britney não canta ao vivo. Porém, ela, ao menos, costumava dançar de verdade... e agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7WTWQB4OZk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7WTWQB4OZk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-418117340413742672?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/418117340413742672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=418117340413742672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/418117340413742672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/418117340413742672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/09/britney-spears-decepciona-pblico.html' title='Britney Spears decepciona público'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-1949829507469972965</id><published>2007-09-11T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:57.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapidinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RubpOa2FVCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/umsHCAL8U3A/s1600-h/madonna-sex-toy-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109027261232010274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RubpOa2FVCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/umsHCAL8U3A/s200/madonna-sex-toy-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RubpOq2FVDI/AAAAAAAAACY/GRdyvW0flQQ/s1600-h/madonna-sex-toy-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109027265526977586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RubpOq2FVDI/AAAAAAAAACY/GRdyvW0flQQ/s200/madonna-sex-toy-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RubpO62FVEI/AAAAAAAAACg/GydBA1aNc5s/s1600-h/madonna-sex-toy-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109027269821944898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RubpO62FVEI/AAAAAAAAACg/GydBA1aNc5s/s200/madonna-sex-toy-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segunda-feira, 10 de setembro, foi o aniversário do diretor de cinema Guy Ritchie, marido de Madonna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O casal comemorou a data no Claridges Hotel, em Londres. Como era de se esperar, todas as portas do hotel estavam cercadas de paparazzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês devem estar se perguntando: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“&lt;em&gt;E eu com isso?&lt;/em&gt;”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, também me pergunto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu com isso? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não resisti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhem o sorrisinho dela...&lt;br /&gt;Olhem a maleta preta carregada por ele...&lt;br /&gt;Olhem o conteúdo da sacola carregada por ela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso mesmo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é uma ilusão de óptica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madonna carrega um brinquedinho chamado de “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Purple Penetrator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” (cliquem nas fotos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leram a notícia? O aniversário era do Guy e não da Madonna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-1949829507469972965?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/1949829507469972965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=1949829507469972965&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/1949829507469972965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/1949829507469972965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/09/rapidiinha.html' title='Rapidinha'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RubpOa2FVCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/umsHCAL8U3A/s72-c/madonna-sex-toy-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-2216835365401936540</id><published>2007-08-22T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:57.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo álbum de Madonna promete hits</title><content type='html'>Novo álbum de Madonna promete hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RsxnjK2FVBI/AAAAAAAAACI/Y8CbGrwXGkY/s1600-h/72672_madonna-live-earth-15_122_576lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RsxnjK2FVBI/AAAAAAAAACI/Y8CbGrwXGkY/s320/72672_madonna-live-earth-15_122_576lo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101566331808207890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após anos, ainda tiro meu chapéu para a cantora e compositora Madonna. Prestes a celebrar 25 anos de carreira, Madonna demonstra grande esforço para manter sua integridade artística intacta e se prepara para lançar mais um álbum, mais uma turnê mundial e trás outras novidades para seus fãs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre acontece com os projetos encabeçados pela artista, o burburinho começou há meses, logo no início do ano, quando se especulava qual direção Madonna estaria tomando em seu novo disco. A resposta veio aos poucos, quando os novos colaboradores de Madonna foram aparecendo, Pharrel Williams, Timbaland e Justin Timberlake – os bambambãs da música norte-america da atualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente torceu o nariz, outras disseram que Madonna teria se vendido e estaria interessada em fazer hits (esqueceram-se que Madonna trabalha com os grandes nomes da música desde seu primeiro álbum, lançado em 1983). O fato é que Madonna, mais uma vez, estava prestes a dar mais uma guinada em sua carreira. E foi o que ela fez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas últimas semanas, trechos de suas novas colaborações vazaram pela web (Candy Shop e The Beat Goes On), causando discussões em fóruns e pânico entre seus fãs – grupos formados principalmente por adoradores de Dance Music, House e clubs. A sonoridade que se ouviu desse novo trabalho de Madonna não era nenhuma dessas, mas muito mais voltada para o HIP-HOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, dia 22 de agosto, The Beat Goes On se espalhou pela rede em alta qualidade, com seus ótimos 3 minutos e 45 segundos de duração, deixando a opinião do público dividida. Não venho julgar a qualidade do novo trabalho em quesito inovação, letra e afins. Venho enaltecer o incrível esforço de Madonna para manter intacta a sua integridade artística.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após o bem sucedido CONFESSIONS ON A DANCE FLOOR (2005), trabalho que constituía um apanhado dos últimos 30 anos de Dance Music, Madonna, que nunca navega por águas calmas, resolveu zarpar de um novo porto e trocar toda a sonoridade de seu trabalho. Palmas para ela, que não se satisfaz por percorrer caminhos já desbravados por ela mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos 49 anos de idade, com quase 25 anos de carreira, Madonna se prepara para sair da gravadora WARNER e partir para uma nova empreitada (segundo o THE TIMES, Madonna estaria de malas prontas para a LIVE NATION, empresa responsável por grandes shows, mas ainda iniciante na indústria fonográfica). Além da mudança de gravadora, Madonna estaria finalizando seu primeiro trabalho como diretora de cinema – acredita-se que o curta-metragem dirigido por ela (Filth and Wisdom) seja lançado no festival de Sundance, no início de 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em quase 25 anos de carreira, Madonna mostra que não tem medo de se arriscar e que, pelo menos musicalmente, não está nem um pouco interessada em se repetir. DEUS SALVE A RAINHA DO POP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUS BRAGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_nXm6YrB950"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_nXm6YrB950" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-2216835365401936540?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/2216835365401936540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=2216835365401936540&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-1044824746212176001</id><published>2007-08-15T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:57.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sob minhas asas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RsPqUa2FU_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Xaz_5Ocmzlc/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099176839637980146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RsPqUa2FU_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Xaz_5Ocmzlc/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E em caso de você ainda não acreditar em vulnerabilidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E se ainda não acredita em mudanças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saiba que um segundo muda tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assim como os meus sentimentos por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basta um olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basta um aperto de mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E tudo explode dentro de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E é em qualquer hora dessas que me dá uma vontade enorme de te abraçar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para poder te aquecer com meu calor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para que possa sentir o conforto do meu abraço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para que tenha vontade de ficar bem ali, sossegado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como um frágil pássaro debaixo das asas daquele que mais lhe ama &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gus Braga,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sob minhas asas",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Belo Horizonte 4/29/2007) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-1044824746212176001?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/1044824746212176001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=1044824746212176001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/1044824746212176001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/1044824746212176001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/08/sob-minhas-asas.html' title='Sob minhas asas'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RsPqUa2FU_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Xaz_5Ocmzlc/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-7255158272546125605</id><published>2007-06-18T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T07:58:25.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>→  THE WINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Cd097_2NYY"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Cd097_2NYY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-7255158272546125605?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/7255158272546125605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=7255158272546125605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/7255158272546125605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/7255158272546125605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='→  THE WINGS'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-3129307801955376994</id><published>2007-06-12T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:46:05.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP ME, MARK RONSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TSXuFRvX2WI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TSXuFRvX2WI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-3129307801955376994?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/3129307801955376994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=3129307801955376994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/3129307801955376994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/3129307801955376994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/06/stop-me-mark-ronson.html' title='STOP ME, MARK RONSON'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-4384011019058757549</id><published>2007-05-07T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T07:04:47.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>→ Via Remotionis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário do que já se esperou&lt;br /&gt;E muito contra toda a vontade&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me curvo diante dos seus nomes&lt;br /&gt;Nem de tudo aquilo que concebem como primoroso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teria sido fácil demais aceitar seus lauréis&lt;br /&gt;e vesti-los como meus&lt;br /&gt;Teria sido fácil demais acreditar no que diziam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca quis o que é fácil&lt;br /&gt;Nunca quis o que vem da boca pra fora&lt;br /&gt;Nunca quis aquilo que sabe o que é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro não saber, nem mesmo, o meu nome&lt;br /&gt;Escolho o eu&lt;br /&gt;Livre das probabilidades&lt;br /&gt;Sem as aparências da aquiescência moderna&lt;br /&gt;Sem vontades de ser outro eu&lt;br /&gt;Só eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Gus Braga - 07/05/2007&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-4384011019058757549?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/4384011019058757549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=4384011019058757549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/4384011019058757549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/4384011019058757549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/05/negao.html' title='→ Via Remotionis'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-4306007696782807401</id><published>2007-03-27T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:58.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>→  Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/Rglz3RX2itI/AAAAAAAAAA0/efddsPHvS9k/s1600-h/eu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046692250838797010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/Rglz3RX2itI/AAAAAAAAAA0/efddsPHvS9k/s400/eu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Clique na imagem para ver maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-4306007696782807401?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/4306007696782807401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=4306007696782807401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/4306007696782807401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/4306007696782807401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/03/eu.html' title='→  Eu'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/Rglz3RX2itI/AAAAAAAAAA0/efddsPHvS9k/s72-c/eu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-8944444251783596578</id><published>2007-02-20T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:58.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/Rdvnf4fwdjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TGgL42XFVrs/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033871543444207154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/Rdvnf4fwdjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TGgL42XFVrs/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, é o telefone que me acorda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu sei que é você, antes mesmo de conferir a chamada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu mau-humor matinal se desfaz por instantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apenas a duração da conversa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia! Como é bom ser despertado só para ouvir a sua voz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gus Braga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-8944444251783596578?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/8944444251783596578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=8944444251783596578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/8944444251783596578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/8944444251783596578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/02/sim-o-telefone-que-me-acorda-e-eu-sei.html' title='Bom dia!'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/Rdvnf4fwdjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TGgL42XFVrs/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-567914987344505749</id><published>2007-02-14T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:58.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVA ENTREVISTA, NOVO DISCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RdvmoofwdiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RqKlXwVYY1s/s1600-h/51917748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033870594256434722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RdvmoofwdiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RqKlXwVYY1s/s320/51917748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14 de fevereiro de 2007 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Madonna acabou de dar uma entrevista super divertida para Larry Flick, da rádio norte-americana SIRIUS e, nela, conta coisas interessantes que apontam para o que seu próximo disco possa vir a ser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A cantora, que vem promovendo seu novo DVD, CONFESSIONS TOUR, bateu papo com o locutor por quase dezessete minutos. A conversa que têm é diversificada e passa por áreas distintas, cobrindo o que Madonna vem ouvindo ultimamente (Gnarls Barkley e Justin Timberlake), o novo disco (Madonna diz que vem escrevendo suas músicas em seu violão), a relação entre a cantora e os fãs gays, quem Madonna gostaria de ser, a polêmica crucificação e, num ponto que passou despercebido pelo locutor: COM QUEM VEM TRABALHANDO NO NOVO ÁLBUM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando o radialista comenta que adoraria ouvir um álbum todo ROCK AND ROLL de Madonna, a cantora dá uma gargalhada e comenta, “Vou ali embaixo contar a Pharrel sobre isso já”. Pharrel seria o badalado produtor Pharrel William, cujos trabalhos englobam produções assinadas como THE NEPTUNES e a banda N*E*R*D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A conversa não deixou de ser divertida nem mesmo quando o assunto foi sobre quem a cantora que têm sido inspiração e ícone fashion por décadas gostaria de ser (Madonna diz que gostaria de ser como Ghandi, Martin Luther King e John Lennon, porém viva). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando perguntada o porquê de ser tão amada por gays, Madonna diz que acha que é porque “sempre teve afinidade com o público gay (...). Homens gays são os caras perfeitos para mulheres fortes, pois gays não têm medo delas, estão em contato com seus sentimentos e prestam atenção a detalhes”. Talvez a parte mais divertida da conversa foi quando o locutor diz que acha que Madonna é a ATIVA (e não a passiva). Madonna complementa e pede “é, mas não conte isso ao meu marido”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hummmm... Será que ele ainda não percebeu? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para ouvir a conversa na íntegra, visite o seguinte link: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.putfile.com/Madonna-Sirius-Radio-Interview-Feb-14-2007" target="_top"&gt;http://media.putfile.com/Madonna-Sirius-Radio-Interview-Feb-14-2007&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GUS BRAGA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-567914987344505749?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/567914987344505749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=567914987344505749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/567914987344505749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/567914987344505749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2007/02/nova-entrevista-novo-disco.html' title='NOVA ENTREVISTA, NOVO DISCO'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RdvmoofwdiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RqKlXwVYY1s/s72-c/51917748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-116097977389222403</id><published>2006-10-15T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:21:15.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao seu dispor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/320/clown1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/Image012%20index.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/Image000%20final.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volta, as inquietudes.&lt;br /&gt;Vicissitudes que elaboram e delineiam a silhueta confusa&lt;br /&gt;do homem,&lt;br /&gt;do monstro,&lt;br /&gt;dos dois,&lt;br /&gt;de um só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acende dó.&lt;br /&gt;Não acende dor.&lt;br /&gt;Demonstram amorfia temporária;&lt;br /&gt;Ideal anti-ideológico,&lt;br /&gt;pois, não acho que algo deva SER só porque a maioria definiu assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou mais.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, ou sempre que eu quiser, estou&lt;br /&gt;(ao seu dispor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gus Braga. Belo Horizonte, 2006. Imagem: Gus Braga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-116097977389222403?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/116097977389222403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=116097977389222403&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/116097977389222403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/116097977389222403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_116097977389222403.html' title='Ao seu dispor'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-116097706830256453</id><published>2006-10-15T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:23:04.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/_drowned_world__by_Modifidous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/320/_drowned_world__by_Modifidous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venha,&lt;br /&gt;chegue mais perto.&lt;br /&gt;Segure a minha mão&lt;br /&gt;e me leve ao seu lado,&lt;br /&gt;adentro de seu mundo,&lt;br /&gt;imerso em seus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha mais perto&lt;br /&gt;e sussurre em meus ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me ouvir a sua voz&lt;br /&gt;e ser levado a outro mundo.&lt;br /&gt;O seu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se assuste;&lt;br /&gt;nem sempre estou assim&lt;br /&gt;- acordado -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imerso em seus sonhos, levado por sua voz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegue mais perto&lt;br /&gt;e experimente o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Venha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gus Braga. Belo Horizonte, 2006. Imagem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Modifidous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-116097706830256453?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/116097706830256453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=116097706830256453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/116097706830256453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/116097706830256453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_15.html' title='Venha!'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-116010604914392370</id><published>2006-10-05T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:23:34.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIM TIM POR TIM TIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/P1010039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/320/P1010039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No meu aniversário, eu quero atenção&lt;br /&gt;Sofro de síndrome de dependência afetiva&lt;br /&gt;Quero todo o seu carinho&lt;br /&gt;Quero todo seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Quero você todo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que pareça pedir demais&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu aniversário, eu quero ter essa ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que você me abraça da cabeça aos pés&lt;br /&gt;Que carrega os meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Que carrega as minhas vontades&lt;br /&gt;Que se interessa por mim inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que pareça exagero&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gus Braga&lt;br /&gt;05/10/2006 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-116010604914392370?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/116010604914392370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=116010604914392370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/116010604914392370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/116010604914392370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='TIM TIM POR TIM TIM'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-115789704570783092</id><published>2006-09-10T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:24:01.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLÁSTICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/plastico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/320/plastico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vi minha vida numa revista,&lt;br /&gt;as roupas, os carros, os amigos, as medalhas&lt;br /&gt;Estava tudo impresso em poucas páginas,&lt;br /&gt;com preços tabelados&lt;br /&gt;e prazos de validade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero tudo aquilo pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Não suportaria viver sem&lt;br /&gt;Todos precisam muito daquilo, não vivem sem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo estava tão bonito e todos tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Vestidos pra noite, parecíamos tão felizes&lt;br /&gt;Sim, acho que é a vida que quero pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Pode somar os valores, levo o pacote inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O artificial, o elástico&lt;br /&gt;o que é prático é válido&lt;br /&gt;PLÁSTICO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrução de vida:&lt;br /&gt;Guarde o selo de garantia, pode-se precisar um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gus Braga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(o7/jul/2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-115789704570783092?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/115789704570783092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=115789704570783092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/115789704570783092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/115789704570783092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_10.html' title='PLÁSTICO'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-115789667649759544</id><published>2006-09-10T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:24:33.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TUA GRANDEZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/320/david.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por que falar da lua?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(se o brilho mais belo da noite emana de seus olhos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por que falar dos mares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(se suas palavras são mais profundas e misteriosas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DOCE E HARMONIOSA VOZ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CANTE E ENCANTE OS MEUS SENTIDOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CONFUNDA-ME A CABEÇA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FAÇA-ME PERDIDO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ABRACE-ME EM TEUS BRAÇOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TORNE-ME PARTE DALI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por que falar da lua?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por que falar dos oceanos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(se toda a beleza do universo encontra-se em ti)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CONFUNDA-ME A CABEÇA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FAÇA-SE EM MIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gus Braga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(06/jan/2006)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-115789667649759544?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/115789667649759544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=115789667649759544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/115789667649759544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/115789667649759544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='TUA GRANDEZA'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-115612699502358772</id><published>2006-08-20T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:25:01.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CORAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/coracao.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/320/coracao.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GUS BRAGA&lt;br /&gt;10/04/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei de descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Sou do tipo carente&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Fico doente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me o ar&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me o chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me falta&lt;br /&gt;Quando me diz não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou do tipo carente&lt;br /&gt;Se não falo de amor&lt;br /&gt;Fico inconveniente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouco me basta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga que sente minha falta&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me que sou seu&lt;br /&gt;Diga que me adora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devolva-me o que é meu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-115612699502358772?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/115612699502358772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=115612699502358772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/115612699502358772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/115612699502358772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='CORAÇÃO'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-115612645370857645</id><published>2006-08-20T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:25:30.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero uma vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/daisy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/320/daisy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero uma vida pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Algo que seja de verdade&lt;br /&gt;Que tenha base&lt;br /&gt;Que seja sólido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter meu espaço&lt;br /&gt;Algo onde eu possa ser eu&lt;br /&gt;Que seja grande o suficiente pra caber meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Que seja íntimo o bastante para ninar o meu espírito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder dividir&lt;br /&gt;Algo que seja maior do que eu mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Que tenha nome&lt;br /&gt;Que se chama amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gus Braga&lt;br /&gt;Photography: Daisy, Oscar Anderson&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-115612645370857645?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/115612645370857645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=115612645370857645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/115612645370857645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/115612645370857645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_20.html' title='Quero uma vida'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-115493484766527971</id><published>2006-08-07T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:25:56.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/dali39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/320/dali39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo não se compra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo não se perde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo não se pede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se mede por números&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem por horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sentido na pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No espelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No espelho da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo é vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abra os olhos e veja o tempo correndo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele muda a cada piscar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acelera a cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pare no ponto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pare no tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me peça para dar tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo ensina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo transforma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe tempo para aprender a viver sem você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não perca o que mais tenho de valioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu tempo é meu tesouro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abra os olhos e sinta como ele corre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando tempo é partilhado, vida é partilhada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gus Braga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-115493484766527971?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/115493484766527971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=115493484766527971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/115493484766527971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/115493484766527971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_07.html' title='TEMPO'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-115190602765842448</id><published>2006-07-02T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:49:59.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O FULANO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/MIH%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/320/MIH%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meio louco&lt;br /&gt;Meio Mauricio&lt;br /&gt;Meio solitário&lt;br /&gt;nesse meio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meio ator&lt;br /&gt;Meio músico&lt;br /&gt;Meio autor&lt;br /&gt;partido no meio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meio dono&lt;br /&gt;Meio pau mandado&lt;br /&gt;Meio feio&lt;br /&gt;Sempre no meio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só não meio meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;que é só meu&lt;br /&gt;e,&lt;br /&gt;que tanto&lt;br /&gt;prezo&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;rezo,&lt;br /&gt;pra que nunca se afaste de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUDO O QUE QUERO É PAZ DE ESPÍRITO, SAIR À NOITE E VOLTAR PRA CASA EM SILÊNCIO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Gus Braga&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-115190602765842448?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/115190602765842448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=115190602765842448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/115190602765842448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/115190602765842448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-fulano.html' title='O FULANO'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-115068778112667023</id><published>2006-06-18T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T19:07:58.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os amores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gus Braga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é o sentimento mais intrigante que os seres humanos têm pesquisado, falado a respeito, buscado, evitado, escrito e cantado. Muitos o comparam com o ódio, dizem que uma linha tênue os separa. Não concordo. Se fosse assim, seria fácil designar o que é o amor: ele seria o oposto da raiva – sentimento com que somos acometidos freqüentemente – no trânsito, nos clássicos de futebol, nos fins de relacionamentos malsucedidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor – e todas suas vertentes – ao mesmo tempo em que é o menos decodificado, é o sentimento mais rotulado e padronizado pela sociedade moderna. Amores bizarros são marginais, amores normais não funcionam, amores múltiplos não é amor (é egoísmo) e amor platônico é burrice. Quem me dera se os meus amores funcionassem assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sinto um amor, eu sinto todos. O burro, o egoísta, o natural e o anormal. Meus amores são no plural. Variam do apresentável ao obscuro; do contemporâneo ao mais remoto; do real ao quimérico; do legítimo ao virtual. Eles se encontram na segurança e na incerteza. E talvez seja essa sua maior beleza: a liberdade com que se movimentam de um lado para o outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que se deveria escolher um, dentre tantos, o amor que é melhor amar? Algumas pessoas são felizes com o primeiro amor que conhecem, outras conhecem muitos e tiram proveito de todos; outras pessoas passam a vida inteira tentando encontrá-lo. Prefiro amar todos os outros amores para então, quem sabe, decidir-me por um só, ou dois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... pois só o amor extremo concede tanta liberdade e serenidade ao meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-115068778112667023?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/115068778112667023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=115068778112667023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/115068778112667023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/115068778112667023'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu X Mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medindo forças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escalando o muro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seguindo n’outra direção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até o anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soprando contra o vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até me contorcer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contra movimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que clama por subvenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu X Mundo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-114844544313674751?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/114844544313674751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=114844544313674751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/114844544313674751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/114844544313674751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='Eu X Mundo'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-113647411261117311</id><published>2006-01-05T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:59.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAREDES FRIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SA-OD9qrruI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LUWFwB2X38c/s1600-h/pinguim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192525094125809378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SA-OD9qrruI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LUWFwB2X38c/s320/pinguim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;color:#333333;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;As paredes frias estão cada vez mais apertadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;tornam-se mais e mais sufocantes a cada instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;mas não me paralisam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;não me contém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Escorro pelo ralo, contorço-me, quebro-me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;depois junto peça por peça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;Leva tempo, mas sempre me levanto após um tombo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;As paredes frias tentam me deter desde que nasci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hoje estão úmidas e mofadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;inadequadas a quem não tem estômago nem pulmões fortes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mas eu persisto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;e eu resisto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;E não me torno frio e úmido e mofado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;... feito as paredes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gus Braga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-113647411261117311?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/113647411261117311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=113647411261117311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/113647411261117311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/113647411261117311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='PAREDES FRIAS'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SA-OD9qrruI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LUWFwB2X38c/s72-c/pinguim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-112628315335657744</id><published>2005-09-09T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:59.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>→ Constantemente Inconstante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RsFLNinF1MI/AAAAAAAAABw/CReeAO42m2Y/s1600-h/gus%25201TARJA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098438949161260226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RsFLNinF1MI/AAAAAAAAABw/CReeAO42m2Y/s320/gus%25201TARJA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Um dia em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Absoluto e imerso&lt;br /&gt;Mirando os movimentos das ondas&lt;br /&gt;[meus sentimentos que vêm e vão]&lt;br /&gt;como passos de dança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora lentos, ora velozes&lt;br /&gt;Alternando sempre a continuidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No peito, na voz, o oco, o eco&lt;br /&gt;Ininterrupto e causal&lt;br /&gt;O sexo desmedido&lt;br /&gt;em eterna assiduidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora lentos, ora velozes&lt;br /&gt;[meus movimentos que vêm e vão]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Gus Braga]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Devido a atual conjuntura, a foto foi censurada pelo responsável, eu. 14/07/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-112628315335657744?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/112628315335657744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=112628315335657744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/112628315335657744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/112628315335657744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='→ Constantemente Inconstante'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/RsFLNinF1MI/AAAAAAAAABw/CReeAO42m2Y/s72-c/gus%25201TARJA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-112627941289107139</id><published>2005-09-09T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T20:59:35.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>→</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stud.multiply.com/journal/item/83"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GENTINHA CLASSE MÉDIA NEO-BURGUESA POR AGREGAÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/320/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gentinha classe média neo-burguesa por agregação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sempre apresenta falha no comportamento padrão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ABRAM MEUS OLHOS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;não quero mais ser parte da direita engomada meramente ordinária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu vivo pelo avesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Procuro o contrário ao contrário pelo inverso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Imerso em pornografia pansexualista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;QUENTE, PULSANTE E NERVOSA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sou mutante e camaleão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aprendo, descarto e retomo o que me interessa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(quando me interessa) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;num minuto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Movimento planejado e executável. Cheio de enganos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Notável tentativa travestida de adereços aristocráticos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;De fidalgo, eu só tenho a fantasia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mais outra criança cheia de manias criada por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GENTINHA CLASSE MÉDIA NEO-BURGUESA POR AGREGAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- ou por parte de família, ou por pegação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gus Braga.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Imagem: Bruce Labruce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-112627941289107139?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/112627941289107139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=112627941289107139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/112627941289107139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/112627941289107139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_09.html' title='→'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-112549033817087227</id><published>2005-08-31T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:00:06.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>→</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confiar e acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/320/maos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero acordar e poder ir aonde quiser&lt;br /&gt;sentir a falta de alguém&lt;br /&gt;e saber que ele está num lugar seguro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confiar e acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero acordar e achar isso suficiente&lt;br /&gt;sem outras ambições, fora a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero acordar um amor eficiente,&lt;br /&gt;completo, embora imperfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrir os olhos e saber que o amor também está nas falhas e nos defeitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero despertar maior do que tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;dançar com os pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;com um amor que não me segure pelo medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodar com um amor que segure minha mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUS BRAGA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-112549033817087227?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/112549033817087227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=112549033817087227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/112549033817087227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/112549033817087227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='→'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-112541951965114196</id><published>2005-08-30T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:00:47.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>→</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simples e Patética&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/QaY3ZwoKCkIAACoyx7U11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/320/QaY3ZwoKCkIAACoyx7U11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Impaciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mordida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dolorida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que será a calma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconheço essa sensação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O relógio marca 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e não sei por...que(m) espero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se ainda quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria medo ou capricho meu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida: simples (des)ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais outra história patética.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci-me da ética&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cometi atrocidades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transas poéticas nas ruas da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre carros e pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sob postes ou em lotes vagos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexo por diversão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brincava, incitava, provocava,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD, BAD BOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pedi permissão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci-me de mim e recomecei a evolução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gus Braga.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foto:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shannon Stapleton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-112541951965114196?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/112541951965114196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=112541951965114196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/112541951965114196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/112541951965114196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_30.html' title='→'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-112541787009375057</id><published>2005-08-30T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:01:27.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>→</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorria!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/320/clown1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu mais quero agora é ouvir sua risada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alta, alegre, longa, despreocupada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma daquelas sem vergonha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma risada contagiante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do tipo que só você pode dar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dê-me uma boa gargalhada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esvazie o peito, consuma todo o ar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Respire fundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ilumine o meu dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Gus Braga]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-112541787009375057?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/112541787009375057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=112541787009375057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/112541787009375057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/112541787009375057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_112541787009375057.html' title='→'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15824800.post-112506336113052489</id><published>2005-08-26T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:59:59.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Eu] X [gosto]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SBDQMtqrrvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jBqTwTtX16Y/s1600-h/skull-GUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192879287193808626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SBDQMtqrrvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jBqTwTtX16Y/s400/skull-GUS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Eu] X [gosto]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto [&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pelo&lt;/span&gt;] esquisito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosto [pelo] que incomoda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosto [pelo] segundo colocado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosto [pelo] que chama atenção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosto [pelo] que não tem nome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosto [pelo] que desafia a gravidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Eu] X [gosto] = [Gus Braga]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15824800-112506336113052489?l=rivello.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/feeds/112506336113052489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15824800&amp;postID=112506336113052489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/112506336113052489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15824800/posts/default/112506336113052489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rivello.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_26.html' title='[Eu] X [gosto]'/><author><name>Gus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4174/1478/1600/clown1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EZ_DhDCduI/SBDQMtqrrvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jBqTwTtX16Y/s72-c/skull-GUS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
