<?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-8696495171276096918</id><updated>2012-01-28T09:24:48.991-02:00</updated><category term='cinema e tv'/><category term='música'/><title type='text'>B e w i l d e</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>392</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-7022283429704773330</id><published>2012-01-23T15:42:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T15:52:36.551-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre Shigeru Umebayashi e outras coisas da arte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Edú, Régis e eu conversávamos (gritávamos?) no dia do show da Zola sobre cinema e estava lhes contando o quanto gosto de cinema independente. Pode parecer um pouco arrogante da minha parte, mas o cinema chamado de arte é o que mais me emociona diretamente. Não que eu não goste de blockbuster, eu gosto, mas nos filmes menores, há sempre os detalhes, o silêncio, as cores, a música e os sentimentos me parecem mais intensos e verdadeiros.&amp;nbsp; Por exemplo, em Amor à Flor da Pele, há sempre uma música acompanhando cada cena e os diálogos que em qualquer outro filme seria dito de maneira comum, em Amor à Flor da Pele, ele é falado através dos tangos e boleros, cujos sentimentos são claramente sentidos pelo casal de protagonistas. &lt;br /&gt;E ainda há a intensidade e beleza de Maggie Cheung, desfilando seus 46 vestidos em slow motion enquanto sua canção tema é tocada como se fôsse uma valsa e Shigeru Umebayashi, seu magnífico maestro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/23oBMOvt85o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-7022283429704773330?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/7022283429704773330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=7022283429704773330&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7022283429704773330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7022283429704773330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2012/01/sobre-shigeru-umebayashi-e-outras.html' title='Sobre Shigeru Umebayashi e outras coisas da arte.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/23oBMOvt85o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-6620758600132542839</id><published>2012-01-20T10:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:03:30.729-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Clash of Zola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;E ontem fomos ver Zola Jesus no Clash Club.&amp;nbsp;O show  aconteceu exatamente na hora em que uma chuva torrencial caía&amp;nbsp;sobre São Paulo&amp;nbsp;e  talvez por isso, a casa estava com menos da metade de seu público. O show foi  simples, porém, lindo. Zola possui um vozeirão e canta tudo ao vivo. Estávamos  os três: Régis, Edú e eu encantados com o poder hipnótico que a música e a  própria Zola&amp;nbsp;proporciona. E a noite, apesar da chuva, foi ótima! Reencontrar os  amigos, beber e conversar sobre livros, séries, filmes e claro, música, é o que  nos faz sair numa quinta-feira tempestuosa, véspera de trabalho e ainda nos sentirmos muito  bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3ZTYGQo9R-w" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-6620758600132542839?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/6620758600132542839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=6620758600132542839&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6620758600132542839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6620758600132542839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2012/01/clash-of-zola.html' title='Clash of Zola'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3ZTYGQo9R-w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-2155550599585053423</id><published>2012-01-16T09:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:58:42.334-02:00</updated><title type='text'>With a little help for my friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUYwKmBwWrw/TxQQJVbh8xI/AAAAAAAABBI/LMW-zxAg14E/s1600/35_year_old_birthday_cake_magnet-p147023036968590885qjy4_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUYwKmBwWrw/TxQQJVbh8xI/AAAAAAAABBI/LMW-zxAg14E/s320/35_year_old_birthday_cake_magnet-p147023036968590885qjy4_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E ontem fiz 35 anos finalmente. Foi um final de semana de celebrações. Sexta-feira, me juntei com a galera do trampo e fomos encher a cara num boteco próximo ao trabalho. No sábado, foi dia de comemorar com minha outra turma. E foi igualmente incrível! O Santa Sede Rock Bar, já virou ponto de encontro e ótima pedida para beber com os mais chegados e ainda curtir um som ao vivo. E foi absolutamente incrível! Alguns amigos não puderam comparecer, mas estavam presentes em coração, outros, deram aquela passada rápida só para me parabenizar, enquanto alguns outros, foram os primeiros a chegar, e juntos, os últimos a sair. Teve muita conversa, muitos presentes, muita cachaça, despirocação, participação de novos e já queridos companheiros e conversa de uma hora com amigo que tá muito longe mas não sai de nossas lembranças e saudades. Foi uma comemoração que ficará lembrada por muito tempo. E assim eu os agradeço, por fazer parte dessa minha quase longa vida.&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/8696495171276096918-2155550599585053423?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/2155550599585053423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=2155550599585053423&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2155550599585053423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2155550599585053423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2012/01/with-little-help-for-my-friends.html' title='With a little help for my friends'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUYwKmBwWrw/TxQQJVbh8xI/AAAAAAAABBI/LMW-zxAg14E/s72-c/35_year_old_birthday_cake_magnet-p147023036968590885qjy4_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-7476824208637594966</id><published>2012-01-13T09:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:44:55.916-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Born of Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;A banda pré-britpop James voltou a se juntar e alguns  boatos dizem que eles estão quase de malas prontas para a América do Sul. Torço  para que venham para o Brasil, pois "Born of Frustration" é a trilha sonora  perfeita para&amp;nbsp;esses meus&amp;nbsp;35 anos que chegam no domingo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QxM42rG0a08" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-7476824208637594966?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/7476824208637594966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=7476824208637594966&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7476824208637594966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7476824208637594966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2012/01/born-of-frustration.html' title='Born of Frustration'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QxM42rG0a08/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-2656923556983443484</id><published>2012-01-12T09:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T09:10:13.557-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Skater Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUD3tpVKM_Q/Tw6_cdlZklI/AAAAAAAABBA/9LNBUsIJQqE/s1600/Skater_Boy__by_Compy700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUD3tpVKM_Q/Tw6_cdlZklI/AAAAAAAABBA/9LNBUsIJQqE/s320/Skater_Boy__by_Compy700.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estou  há&amp;nbsp;poucos dias de completar&amp;nbsp;35 anos. Isso só faz com que eu pense na minha vida  e sobre o que fiz dela. Alguns sonhos,&amp;nbsp;realizei. Sempre quis construir uma  família com quem eu amasse, ter grandes amigos, me tatuar, visitar o túmulo de Oscar Wilde, conhecer Londres...e  dentre essas coisas, sempre gostei de skate e do som do&amp;nbsp;contrabaixo. Porém,  nunca cheguei a me tornar um skatista e muito menos aprendi a tocar. Tá, eu sei  que ainda sou novo e que poderia fazer tudo isso, mas nem me animo, pois  pessoalmente, me sentiria ridículo, com pouco menos de 40 anos, tentar me  equilibrar num skate em algum lugar do centro de São Paulo. Bom seria ganhar na megasena e mandar fazer uma pista só pra mim. No entanto,  aprender a tocar seria muito mais fácil. Melo tem pensado em comprar um  contrabaixo, (Melo tocava no passado) e poderia aprender a tocar com o dele. Enfim,  são coisas que eu gostaria de já ter feito e ainda não fiz. Quem sabe 2012  está aí para eu fazer todas essas coisas. Ou não! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-2656923556983443484?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/2656923556983443484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=2656923556983443484&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2656923556983443484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2656923556983443484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2012/01/skater-boy.html' title='Skater Boy'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UUD3tpVKM_Q/Tw6_cdlZklI/AAAAAAAABBA/9LNBUsIJQqE/s72-c/Skater_Boy__by_Compy700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-2601711338299225368</id><published>2012-01-11T09:41:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T10:19:03.196-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá pensando que travesti é bagunça?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZQGRLFCjHo/Tw11VIeVnzI/AAAAAAAABA4/jPBtcuzlnVw/s1600/imagem.dll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZQGRLFCjHo/Tw11VIeVnzI/AAAAAAAABA4/jPBtcuzlnVw/s1600/imagem.dll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dia  desses, terminei de ler "&lt;b&gt;Travesti - Prostituição, Sexo, Gênero e Cultura  no Brasil&lt;/b&gt;". O livro,&amp;nbsp;escrito pelo antropólogo sueco Don Kulick,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;vai a  fundo na vida das travestis de Salvador, mas que poderiam ser de qualquer parte  do Brasil. Pra mim, ele ainda tem um&amp;nbsp;sabor diferente, já que convivemos quase  que diariamente com essas personalidades da noite, pois moramos ali perto do seu  ponto de prostituição. Embora possa parecer que moramos numa zona violenta e com  usuários de droga, isso não poderia ser mais errado. Talvez por medo ou &amp;nbsp;por  algum outro motivo que desconheça, assaltos e mortes não ocorrem por ali. Elas  jamais deixariam que o seu local de trabalho virasse&amp;nbsp;uma cracolândia,&amp;nbsp;tá  pensando que travesti é bagunça? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A  sexualidade&amp;nbsp;da travesti é muito complexa, pois elas não se consideram&amp;nbsp;mulheres  ou muito menos desejam ser. Elas por exemplo, jamais tirariam o órgão que&amp;nbsp;Deus  lhes deu e que lhes proporcionam prazer. Diferente das transsex que pensam ser  mulheres num corpo de homem, as travestis, jamais multilariam seu corpo, pois  consideram uma ofensa ao criador. Afinal, se Deus as fez assim, porque  modificar? Daí, você se pergunta, o porquê do silicone, do cabelo e dos  trejeitos femininos? Para as travestis, elas apenas melhoram o que já possuem.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;É  interessante saber&amp;nbsp;sobre seus namorados e sobre como esses, passam a ser motivos  de chacotas a partir do momento que decidem ser passivos para suas  "companheiras". Nesse caso, ou esse macho&amp;nbsp;já era homossexual e estava apenas  esperando o momento para demonstrar seu gosto por paus, ou ele sentindo que a  travesti já está de namoro com outro homem, sabe que a mamata da "boa vida" pode  estar chegando ao fim e resolve dar algo que ela ainda não teve, seu rabo. E no  começo pode até funcionar para esse relacionamento, mas é algo fadado ao  fracasso, já que elas preferem homens que as fazem&amp;nbsp;senti-las mulheres e isso não  envolve os seus pênis. Para elas, gozar, somente com os clientes e em casa, o  prazer seria apenas do seu homem. Don Kulick consegue o que poucos não  conseguiram, se aproximar e colher cada partícula da vida dessas pessoas que  sofrem desde pequenos com suas famílias até o fim de sua existência. É um livro  que as vezes te faz rir, mas que principalmente, te faz pensar sobre como a gente  reclama das nossas vidas sem motivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-2601711338299225368?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/2601711338299225368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=2601711338299225368&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2601711338299225368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2601711338299225368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-desses-terminei-de-ler-travesti.html' title='Tá pensando que travesti é bagunça?'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZQGRLFCjHo/Tw11VIeVnzI/AAAAAAAABA4/jPBtcuzlnVw/s72-c/imagem.dll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-3086249074790067346</id><published>2012-01-03T09:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:58:18.774-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust no One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHQ5nUDpaE0/TwLtNwU8mOI/AAAAAAAABAw/9NzNZGePiHk/s1600/Boss_Starz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHQ5nUDpaE0/TwLtNwU8mOI/AAAAAAAABAw/9NzNZGePiHk/s320/Boss_Starz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Esse  ano, o mid season americano me pegou de jeito com algumas séries feitas por  canais a cabo. São elas: &lt;b&gt;Hell on Wheels&lt;/b&gt; e  &lt;b&gt;Homeland,&lt;/b&gt; ambas do canal showtime, &lt;b&gt;Enlightned&lt;/b&gt;  da HBO e &lt;b&gt;The Boss&lt;/b&gt; do Starz. Tava meio em dúvidas&amp;nbsp;sobre qual  delas havia sido melhor, mesmo que Hell on Wheels ainda não tenha terminado.  Finalizei &lt;b&gt;Homeland&lt;/b&gt; no domingo. Seu final, foi digno de canais  que dão completa liberdade aos seus roteiristas&amp;nbsp;de fazerem o que bem entenderem  em seus programas. E foi absolutamente memorável. Terminou quase da mesma forma  quanto &lt;b&gt;The Boss&lt;/b&gt; em que seu protagonista&amp;nbsp;sofre convulsões  enquanto suas vidas fogem ao&amp;nbsp;controle. &lt;b&gt;The Boss&lt;/b&gt; é produzida por  Gus Van Sant, que pra mim, é um dos melhores diretores que existe. E desde o 1º  capítulo, percebe-se sua influência. Há muito close up&amp;nbsp;de mãos, olhos, boca,  gestos, rugas...tudo&amp;nbsp;é muito próximo. Os atores, escolhidos a dedo, estão  incríveis. Diálogos são ditos apenas com olhares ou frases que cortam como  navalha. Jogos de interesses, politicagem&amp;nbsp;e personagens,&amp;nbsp;parecem mais um castelo  de cartas&amp;nbsp;em que a&amp;nbsp;qualquer&amp;nbsp;momento podem ruir. Connie Nielsen faz uma primeira  dama contida, mas mesmo assim, poderosa e temível. Martin Donovan,&amp;nbsp;traz sutileza  e mantém&amp;nbsp;completo controle acessorando as ações feitas pelo prefeito de Chicago  Kelsey Grammer, que é realmente quem&amp;nbsp;rouba a cena e destrói quem estiver em seu  caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ver &lt;b&gt;The Boss&lt;/b&gt; é  como assistir a um filme de Martin Scorsese em que ninguém, inclusive seu  protagonista, está seguro. É televisão para quem gosta de&amp;nbsp;programas sérios e&amp;nbsp;com  conteúdo. Pra mim,&amp;nbsp;é defintivamente a melhor estréia de 2011.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-3086249074790067346?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/3086249074790067346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=3086249074790067346&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3086249074790067346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3086249074790067346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2012/01/trust-no-one.html' title='Trust no One.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHQ5nUDpaE0/TwLtNwU8mOI/AAAAAAAABAw/9NzNZGePiHk/s72-c/Boss_Starz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-8393001852244531291</id><published>2012-01-02T09:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:24:19.498-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Millimillenary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;2011 se  foi. 2012 está começando. Confesso que nunca fui de colocar metas e desafios  durante o ano. Não sou ambicioso. Não preciso&amp;nbsp;de muito dinheiro. Apenas o  suficiente para curtir meus shows, comer fora, comprar meus livros e meu  caprichos (um novo chapéu?), sair com os amigos... Ah, eu preciso voltar a  frequentar o cinema. O último filme foi &lt;strong&gt;Melancolia&lt;/strong&gt;. Talvez Tin  Tin? Definitivamente "&lt;strong&gt;Precisamos falar sobre o Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;". Comecei  o ano com um livro que há muito queria ler: "&lt;strong&gt;Os Homens que não amavam as  mulheres"&lt;/strong&gt; de Stieg Larsson e emprestado da David. Fiquei sabendo que  alargar a orelha é obstáculo para bebedeira. No máximo, cervejas e sem exageros.  O furo na minha é de 2.0 ou menos. É um brinco. Marquei com a esposa do meu  tatuador de alargar para 4,0 ou 4,5. No dia (17/03) decido. Terei que ficar 1  mês sem a vodka (consigo?). Ainda bem que o Lollapalooza é somente em abril. E  também já marquei de fechar meu braço. Serão 3 sessões de 2 horas. Tava  precisando. Tô me sentindo exposto. Falando nisso, sexta-feira, finalmente  terminei minha 13ª tattoo. Cocteau Twins. Lindona! Robym na esquerda, Symon na direita e Liz no centro. Marcada pra  sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;É isso  aí, começou o ano, bora começar a trampar? Preciso pagar tudo  isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKijM1u9rm8/TwGTbwe6jYI/AAAAAAAABAM/bUJdk6psDnA/s1600/2012+069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKijM1u9rm8/TwGTbwe6jYI/AAAAAAAABAM/bUJdk6psDnA/s320/2012+069.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-8393001852244531291?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8393001852244531291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=8393001852244531291&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8393001852244531291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8393001852244531291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2012/01/millimillenary.html' title='Millimillenary'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKijM1u9rm8/TwGTbwe6jYI/AAAAAAAABAM/bUJdk6psDnA/s72-c/2012+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-7178142933466673316</id><published>2011-12-29T11:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:54:04.142-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mafalda's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gEjr6vHYHs4/TvxwsCN-nqI/AAAAAAAABAA/KgAm4BvyLPY/s1600/maf4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="117" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gEjr6vHYHs4/TvxwsCN-nqI/AAAAAAAABAA/KgAm4BvyLPY/s400/maf4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Milhares de bandas&amp;nbsp;foram super influenciadas&amp;nbsp;pelos Beatles. Muitas  delas inclusive, são bandas que ouço e gosto pra caralho! A canção Ana Júlia,  por sinal, é puro Beatles. Mas tenho que confessar e que&amp;nbsp;meu amigo &lt;a href="http://rdivino.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reginaldo&lt;/a&gt; me  desculpe, mas com exceção de Penny Lane, não há nada referente a banda que eu  goste. Ou melhor, tem. Essa foto baseada no quarteto&amp;nbsp;com a turminha da Mafalda,  que na minha opinião, é a segunda melhor tirinha&amp;nbsp;que já existiu.&amp;nbsp;Segunda, porque  os Peanuts é de longe a minha favorita. Tá vendo, &lt;a href="http://rdivino.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reginaldo&lt;/a&gt; vai me perdoar  agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6PV_4UfZGY/TvxwkU4HlqI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Qxgr-LU80oA/s1600/Mafalda-TheBeatles2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6PV_4UfZGY/TvxwkU4HlqI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Qxgr-LU80oA/s320/Mafalda-TheBeatles2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-7178142933466673316?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/7178142933466673316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=7178142933466673316&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7178142933466673316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7178142933466673316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/12/mafaldas.html' title='The Mafalda&apos;s'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gEjr6vHYHs4/TvxwsCN-nqI/AAAAAAAABAA/KgAm4BvyLPY/s72-c/maf4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-8301220509587817912</id><published>2011-12-28T14:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:36:24.243-02:00</updated><title type='text'>OK Computador.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Com  exceção&amp;nbsp;dos britânicos e&amp;nbsp;americanos,&amp;nbsp;a cena musical que também me faz a cabeça  são os canadenses e suecos (segundo Edú, ainda têm os angolanos, chineses,  luxemburguenses, argentinos, cearenses...).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Há  nesse momento, 3 álbuns&amp;nbsp;de diferentes bandas que não&amp;nbsp;saem do meu Ipod há pelo  menos umas três semanas. Duas delas, vindas do Canadá, e a outra,&amp;nbsp;da Suécia.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A  primeira é o &lt;strong&gt;Young Galaxy&lt;/strong&gt;, banda de Vancouver que têm como  membros Catherine McCandless,&amp;nbsp; Stephen Ramsay e Stephen Kamp, sendo que os dois  primeiros foram membros&amp;nbsp;do fodástico &lt;strong&gt;Stars&lt;/strong&gt;. O&amp;nbsp;som do YG é um  pop&amp;nbsp;que vagueia entre o alternativo e o chill out ao qual nos leva numa hipnose  tão alucinante quanto os vídeos&amp;nbsp;da banda.&amp;nbsp;É som para as  phynnas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disco pra baixar&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; Shapeshifting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música mais foda do álbum&lt;/strong&gt;: Blown Minded e Peripheral  Visionaires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Outro  disco que não sai do repeat é &lt;strong&gt;The Besnard Lakes Are the Roaring  Night,&lt;/strong&gt; liderados pelo casal Jace Lasek e Olga Goreas. Também vindos  do&amp;nbsp;Canadá, o&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;The Besnard Lakes&lt;/strong&gt; faz um som&amp;nbsp;alternativo com o pé  no psicodélico e&amp;nbsp;progressivo, mas sem a chatice de algumas bandas dos anos 70.  Dividindo os vocais, o casal, com seus teclados e guitarras conseguem chapar do  começo do disco ao seu final lânguido como se tivéssemos acabado de viajar a  lugares que só a boa música consegue&amp;nbsp;nos levar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disco para baixar:&lt;/strong&gt; The Besnard Lakes Are the Roaring  Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música mais foda do álbum&lt;/strong&gt;: Land of Living Skies Pt.  2: The Living Skies e&amp;nbsp;Albatross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Finalizando o post, recomendo &lt;strong&gt;Principe Valiente,&lt;/strong&gt;  trio sueco formado por&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fernando Honorato, Alexander Lehto&amp;nbsp;and Joakim Janthe que fazem um som  meio pós punk pela evolução do vocal, mas com a suavidade shoegaze&amp;nbsp;nas guitarras  e com um baixo&amp;nbsp;marcante que lembra as&amp;nbsp;bandas góticas dos anos 80.&amp;nbsp;A voz intensa  de Fernando lembra a de Peter Murphy do &lt;strong&gt;Bauhaus,&lt;/strong&gt; o que faz com  que a banda fique ainda mais com uma aura&amp;nbsp;dark daquela  época.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disco para Baixar:&lt;/strong&gt; Principe  Valiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Música mais foda do álbum:&lt;/strong&gt; The Night e In My  Arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Todas  as três bandas podem ser conferidas aí ao lado. Especialmente selecionados para  quem gosta de boa música, é só clicar nas fotos e ser levado diretamente ao  vídeo. Depois me digam o que acharam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-8301220509587817912?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8301220509587817912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=8301220509587817912&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8301220509587817912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8301220509587817912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/12/ok-computador.html' title='OK Computador.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-5252972111567194499</id><published>2011-12-27T09:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T09:01:19.156-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Put on your red shoes and dance the blues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkSsJw-0ZXw/TvmkFlWkP2I/AAAAAAAAA98/omdXKFuQlPk/s1600/IMG_8489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkSsJw-0ZXw/TvmkFlWkP2I/AAAAAAAAA98/omdXKFuQlPk/s320/IMG_8489.JPG" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3GLjYkQSUrQ/Tvmkd3YQDtI/AAAAAAAAA-E/PzY3gy7jXSo/s1600/IMG_8490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3GLjYkQSUrQ/Tvmkd3YQDtI/AAAAAAAAA-E/PzY3gy7jXSo/s320/IMG_8490.JPG" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ANUezr7tV7E/TvmkqPwDFII/AAAAAAAAA-M/q-qUQEal99c/s1600/IMG_8491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando Melo e eu estávamos conversando, pouco antes de finalmente marcarmos aquele primeiro encontro, uma das (mais) coisas que tínhamos em comum, era a paixão por Tolkien. O Senhor dos Anéis era nossa bíblia e com o tempo, percebi que, com os (novos) amigos que ganhei com esse relacionamento, haviam outros fiéis para a causa contra Sauron e seu exército de Orcs. Foram muitas horas ao qual ficamos na fila só para comprar ingressos e claro, mais horas, vendo a trilogia de Peter Jackson. E revíamos tudo logo que saíam em dvd. E Era maravilhoso sentar e ouvir aquela deliciosa canção escrita por Howard Shore logo no começo dos filmes. E então ontem, Melo e eu nos sentimos nostálgicos quando vimos o trailer de o Hobbit. Foi como revisitar essa terra que tanto conhecemos e amamos. Rever Gandalf, Galadriel, Bilbo Bolseiro e o fantástico Smeagol é algo inexplicável. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O dífícil vai ser esperar até o final de 2012, data de seu lançamento. E mais ainda será esperar pela 2ª parte. Essa só no final de 2013. Mas tudo bem, tirando a chatice que é o Natal, ficamos ao menos esperando a data como nosso presente de papai noel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pCU8lfq9zqI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-6653773793788492348?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/6653773793788492348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=6653773793788492348&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6653773793788492348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6653773793788492348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-hobbit.html' title='O Hobbit'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pCU8lfq9zqI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-1202355500103372916</id><published>2011-12-21T10:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:07:28.362-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Natal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E amanhã rola a festa de confraternização na empresa. Provavelmente não será como ano passado ao qual enchi a cara (claro). Vou ver se dessa vez manero mais. Quer dizer, vou tentar, porque já vi algumas garrafas de vodka e muita cerveja passando por aí. Ano passado foi bacana porque terminei a noite bebendo com ferramenteiro. Os dois completamente travados e selando votos de amizade. Não leu? Corre &lt;a href="http://staywilde.blogspot.com/search?q=novela"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;AQUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Pois é, de lá pra cá, quase  não o cantei mais. Tem horas que um jogador sabe a hora de tirar de campo o seu time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E no sábado pela manhã vou visitar meus pais. Passar o natal por lá enquanto Melo faz o mesmo com sua família. No meu caso, acho o lance todo meio depressivo. Faço companhia enquanto minha mãe e irmã cozinham nossa ceia, converso com meu pai um pouco e subo para meu antigo quarto. Antes da meia noite, desço, janto e subo novamente. À meia noite, ligo para Alexandre para matarmos a saudade e novamente desço para desejar Feliz Natal à minha família. Logo, subo e me deito para dormir. &lt;b&gt;The End. &lt;/b&gt;Ainda bem que ano novo tem tudo para ser completamente o oposto. Teremos Melo, amigos, drinks e ótima comida. Não poderia ser melhor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E para aqueles que ainda passam por aqui, não há jeito melhor de lhes desejar Feliz Natal se não com uma das minhas canções natalinas favoritas, a tristíssima&lt;b&gt; Frosty the Snow Man&lt;/b&gt;, cover dos Cocteau Twins, claaaaaaaro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Pds_K2j3RKM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Natal.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Pds_K2j3RKM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-91644704794788488</id><published>2011-12-16T08:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T08:58:38.665-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I follow you deep sea baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A gente foge, se esconde, corre, tenta enganá-la, mas não consegue,  pois&amp;nbsp;quando ela surge, nada poderá nos afastar dos seus beijos finais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vZYbEL06lEU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-91644704794788488?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/91644704794788488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=91644704794788488&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-7120915017824110822</id><published>2011-12-14T09:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:18:01.584-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monica e David</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;Melo e  eu ontem circulávamos pelos canais a cabo quando nos deparamos com o  documentário Monica and David na HBO. Monica e David é na verdade, um "filme"  sobre o amor. Sobre a história de&amp;nbsp;dois jovens de trinta e poucos anos  completamente apaixonados que passam por grandes obstáculos na&amp;nbsp;vida. Mônica  sempre quis se casar e ter uma vida com alguém por quem fôsse apaixonada. David  logo que viu Monica, se apaixonou completamente, mas havia um problema, ela já  era comprometida com outro rapaz. E sua mãe tentou convencê-lo a esquecê-la, mas  ele não conseguia. Ela tinha que ser sua. E ele conseguiu. Eles se casaram numa  cerimônia lindíssima, dançaram, se beijaram, trocaram alianças e não se largaram  mais. Há tanto amor no olhar de David e Monica. Há tanta compreensão e  entendimento, respeito e dedicação. Monica, com sua mania de perfeição, é  apaixonante. Você sorri só de observá-la.&amp;nbsp;Metódica e responsável, ela apenas  quer viver ao lado de David. Esse, um garotão que não se cansa de dizer à sua  esposa que&amp;nbsp;a ama. A todo o momento ele a chama de amor, querida e&amp;nbsp;expressa seu  grande sentimento por Monica. Sua companheira de hoje e como diz Mônica em uma  frase: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is my day, my life. To be with my husband forever!"  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lindo demais! Eu quero o mesmo para mim e para com os meus.&amp;nbsp;Muito  amor e sem o sofrimento e os preconceitos que&amp;nbsp;eles sofrem muito mais que  qualquer um de nós gays. Ah, eu não comentei? Monica e David&amp;nbsp;são portadores de  síndrome de Down. Veja&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Su78LXwMJtY"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;AQUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; o trailer e me diga se  você não deu ao menos um sorriso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-7120915017824110822?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/7120915017824110822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=7120915017824110822&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7120915017824110822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7120915017824110822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/12/monica-e-david.html' title='Monica e David'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-2417562543925243179</id><published>2011-12-12T14:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:28:34.044-02:00</updated><title type='text'>London Calling - Final.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi5iZUPuxLI/TuYogTWu0lI/AAAAAAAAA9I/IauiJGg-M5g/s1600/Shameless+UK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi5iZUPuxLI/TuYogTWu0lI/AAAAAAAAA9I/IauiJGg-M5g/s200/Shameless+UK.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shameless&lt;/strong&gt; - A família Gallagher não têm um puto e todo  mundo é fudido e ainda é&amp;nbsp;cercada por losers e trambiqueiros que fazem de tudo  para se dar bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que o  bewilde acha:&lt;/strong&gt; Só me interessei a vê-la depois de assistir a versão  americana que é tão boa quanto. Fala-se muito palavrão, há  nudez, interpretações incríveis e&amp;nbsp;ótimo texto.  Imperdível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temporadas&lt;/strong&gt;: 8 produzidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status&lt;/strong&gt;: A temporada 9 será transmitida no começo de  2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ea7voGyhmDI/TuYorCNULCI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/_EMJbGxm89I/s1600/Skins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ea7voGyhmDI/TuYorCNULCI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/_EMJbGxm89I/s200/Skins.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skins&lt;/strong&gt; - Skins é uma série inglesa sobre&amp;nbsp;adolescentes que  trepam, bebem&amp;nbsp;e se drogam muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que o bewilde acha&lt;/strong&gt;: Defintivamente uma das melhores  séries sobre adolescentes&amp;nbsp;que já existiu. Música (muita), personagens complexos  e&amp;nbsp;boas atuações é o que você vai encontrar vendo Skins.&amp;nbsp;E Cassie, a melhor  persoangem adolescente já escrita para uma garota. A série a cada duas  temporadas têm seu elenco mudado. Minha preferida continua sendo as duas  primeiras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temporadas:&lt;/strong&gt; 5 produzidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status&lt;/strong&gt;: A 6ª começa agora no começo de  2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fz4jHZkEJw/TuYpJuV-R6I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/j4elyaQ0XAA/s1600/Lifes-Too-Short.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--fz4jHZkEJw/TuYpJuV-R6I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/j4elyaQ0XAA/s200/Lifes-Too-Short.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life's too Short&lt;/strong&gt; - A série faz o estilo The Office, com  câmeras acompanhando em sentido documental. Aqui, o ator&amp;nbsp;Warwick Davis (o anão  que fez Willow na Terra da Magia e Harry Potter) participa de uma gravação de um  documentário sobre si mesmo, enquanto&amp;nbsp;busca trabalho na indústria  cinematográfica com seus agentes e criadores da série Rick Gervais e Stephen  Merchant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que o bewilde acha:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Rick Gervais é pra mim o  melhor&amp;nbsp;comediante atual. Ele não poupa ninguém. Em Extras, todo mundo era zoado:  anão, deficiente, portadores de sindrome de down, cegos...e o cara&amp;nbsp;é o criador  de The Office UK&amp;nbsp;que originou a série americana. Inclusive, a versão original é  milhões de vezes mais ácida e mais divertida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temporadas:&lt;/strong&gt; 1 ainda em andamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status&lt;/strong&gt;: Defintivamente a BBC e a HBO gostam de Gervais e  novas temporadas devem logo ser anunciadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HWn8JydvYU/TuYqtOPbA4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/5tqRSrTgQkE/s1600/TheHourPoster.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HWn8JydvYU/TuYqtOPbA4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/5tqRSrTgQkE/s200/TheHourPoster.JPG" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hour&lt;/strong&gt; -&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;A série segue&amp;nbsp;o mesmo  caminho de Mad Men. Em meio a políticagem, assassinatos, traição e sexo,  ela&amp;nbsp;acompanha a vida de Bel, Fred, Hector e os  acontecimentos importantes da época através de um programa semanal com o nome de  A Hora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que o  bewilde acha&lt;/strong&gt;: Assim como Mad Men, o programa é inteligente e mantêm a  qualidade dos programas feitos pela BBC. E Romola Garai é linda de se ver na  tela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temporadas&lt;/strong&gt;: 1 Produzida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status&lt;/strong&gt;: A 2ª será transmitida em  2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2grLA_nkBI/TuYrG-lIhxI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ZO196RT2RDM/s1600/FNDS1-Elenco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2grLA_nkBI/TuYrG-lIhxI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ZO196RT2RDM/s200/FNDS1-Elenco.jpg" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday Night  Dinner&lt;/strong&gt; - Essa é uma série que fala de uma família judaica que não  possui absolutamente nenhum laço com as tradições, mas que faz questão de ter  seus filhos presentes em toda sexta-feira a noite para um jantar em família.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que o  bewilde acha&lt;/strong&gt;: Gosto particularmente da matriarca da família Tamsein  Greig, ao qual já me fazia rir&amp;nbsp;em &lt;strong&gt;Episodes.&lt;/strong&gt; Seus diálogos,  situações e claro, seu timing&amp;nbsp;em como&amp;nbsp;tratar seus filhos e marido é o que&amp;nbsp;me faz  rir com essa sitcom. Assim como &lt;strong&gt;Him &amp;amp; Her&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;essa é&amp;nbsp;comédia  britânica&amp;nbsp;completamente despretenciosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temporadas&lt;/strong&gt;: 1 produzida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status&lt;/strong&gt;: A 2ª será transmitida em  2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bz0DqoUei58/TuYrUdfv9jI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ZqxkDYj2SOM/s1600/S2-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bz0DqoUei58/TuYrUdfv9jI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ZqxkDYj2SOM/s200/S2-3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sherlock&lt;/strong&gt; - É uma&amp;nbsp;adaptação de Sherlock Homes para a BBC.  Nesse caso, &amp;nbsp;acredito que não preciso dar informações sobre o personagem e a  série. Certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que o  bewilde acha&lt;/strong&gt;: A série é ágil, divertida e possui um Sherlock  inteligentíssimo e super arrogante. Acompanhado claro, de Watson seu fiel  escudeiro&amp;nbsp;e interpretado por Martin Freeman (The Office e Guia dos Mochileiros).  Na minha opinião, acho muito mais divertido que a versão cinematográfica de Guy  Ritchie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temporadas&lt;/strong&gt;: 1 Produzida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status:&lt;/strong&gt; A 2ª começa no dia 1º de janeiro de  2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-2417562543925243179?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/2417562543925243179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=2417562543925243179&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2417562543925243179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2417562543925243179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/12/london-calling-final.html' title='London Calling - Final.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi5iZUPuxLI/TuYogTWu0lI/AAAAAAAAA9I/IauiJGg-M5g/s72-c/Shameless+UK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4063270294818577496</id><published>2011-12-08T13:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T13:56:10.822-02:00</updated><title type='text'>London Calling - 1ª parte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu  quase não consigo mais ver séries feitas por canais americanos abertos. Depois  de ver o quão incrível é assistir a um programa sem censura, deixei um pouco pra  lá os dramalhões dos canais ABC, NBC, FOX, Warner e outros. Lá em casa, eu vejo  tudo que vem da HBO, Showtime, Starz, AMC e claro, os grandes programas ingleses  que nunca tiveram problemas com nudez, palavrão e violência. Eis aqui, a 1ª  parte de 2,&amp;nbsp;de uma seleção de séries britânicas escolhidas a dedo para  vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whPFuEutrv8/TuDdTzXnnRI/AAAAAAAAA8g/q9Rg9lbm_vg/s1600/Article00940B171000005DC47_468x447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whPFuEutrv8/TuDdTzXnnRI/AAAAAAAAA8g/q9Rg9lbm_vg/s200/Article00940B171000005DC47_468x447.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&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;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luther&lt;/strong&gt; - A série fala de um detetive (Idris Alba) da  polícia de Londres, inteligente e obcecado para resolver crimes. Violento&amp;nbsp;e nada  comum, ele acaba utilizando a ajuda de Alice, uma garota considerada gênio e  principal suspeita do assassinato de seus pais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que o bewilde acha&lt;/strong&gt;: Uma das  melho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;res  séries policiais do momento. A química entre Luther (mocinho) e Alice (bandido)  é definitivamente o melhor da série.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temporadas&lt;/strong&gt;: 2 produzidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status&lt;/strong&gt;: Ganhou&amp;nbsp;uma 3ª temporada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dqe5RCIw0EE/TuDdgPdVpzI/AAAAAAAAA8o/q4fE0yqpOh8/s1600/Him+%2526+Her.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dqe5RCIw0EE/TuDdgPdVpzI/AAAAAAAAA8o/q4fE0yqpOh8/s200/Him+%2526+Her.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him &amp;amp; Her&lt;/strong&gt; - A série fala de Steve e Becky, um  casal de vinte e poucos anos, desempregados, que vivem da assistência do governo  e que só querem passar o dia inteiro no apartamento comendo, transando e não  fazendo nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que o bewilde acha&lt;/strong&gt;: Pra mim é a série mais honesta  que eu já vi. Steve &amp;amp; Becky são daqueles casais que peidam um perto do  outro, se ofendem, falam palavrão, brigam, riem das desgraças um do outro, mas  acima de tudo, se amam. É o tipo de série completamente  despretenciosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temporadas&lt;/strong&gt;: 2  produzidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status&lt;/strong&gt;: Ganhou  uma 3ª temporada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZfg0d01EZA/TuDdsXHfbBI/AAAAAAAAA8w/fci3YXXb4wU/s1600/downtown-abbey1_1740706c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZfg0d01EZA/TuDdsXHfbBI/AAAAAAAAA8w/fci3YXXb4wU/s200/downtown-abbey1_1740706c.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Downton  Abbey&lt;/strong&gt; - é uma série que aborda a relação de patrões e empregados numa  suntuosa mansão inglesa do começo do século. É Gosford Park sem o  assassinato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que o  bewilde acha&lt;/strong&gt;: Soberba! Os diálogos e a direção de atores é de um primor  incrível.&amp;nbsp;O desenvolvimento&amp;nbsp;dos personagens e a narrativa é muito bem dirigida e  as atuações maravilhosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temporadas&lt;/strong&gt;: 2 produzidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status&lt;/strong&gt;: Vai haver um episódio especial de natal no dia  25 e volta em 2012 para a 3ª temporada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYNs1AQVtA0/TuDdzgMk72I/AAAAAAAAA84/3IIoPpklZUQ/s1600/misfits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYNs1AQVtA0/TuDdzgMk72I/AAAAAAAAA84/3IIoPpklZUQ/s200/misfits.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misfits&lt;/strong&gt; - Essa é uma série de super poderes. Cinco  jovens que estão prestando serviço à comunidade, acabam sendo acertados por um  trovão e descobrem ter ganho poderes (bizarros). Cada um possui um certo tipo de  poder&amp;nbsp;e com isso, os jovens se envolvem em diversos assassinatos enquanto tentam  viver suas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que o  bewilde acha:&lt;/strong&gt; A 1ª temporada começou meio devagar, querendo aparecer,  mas é mesmo na 2ª que a coisa fica melhor. É uma mistura de comédia com ação,  mas com o humor típicamente britânico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temporadas&lt;/strong&gt;: 2 produzidas, sendo a 2ª ainda em  andamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status&lt;/strong&gt;: Quase certo que 2012 terá uma 3ª  temporada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCDAkNJfsaI/TuDd7n9NiDI/AAAAAAAAA9A/FSVac96GsDE/s1600/Sirens+holding_A2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCDAkNJfsaI/TuDd7n9NiDI/AAAAAAAAA9A/FSVac96GsDE/s200/Sirens+holding_A2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sirens  &lt;/strong&gt;- A série fala de 3 paramédicos e uma policial durante sua rotina de  trabalho e suas vidas fora dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que o  bewilde acha&lt;/strong&gt;: Eu resolvi ver Sirens mesmo sabendo que ela tinha sido  cancelada. Acredito que fiz a pior coisa, já que me apaixonei por ela. Cada  episódio terminado era uma tristeza, pois sabia que não teria continuação. Os  diálogos, trilha sonora e situações na vida de todos eles, em especial de Madden  (O Rob de Game of Thrones) era uma delícia de&amp;nbsp;ver. Fiquei em&amp;nbsp;depressão ao  término do 6º e último episódio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temporadas&lt;/strong&gt;: 1 produzida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Status&lt;/strong&gt;: Cancelada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-4063270294818577496?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4063270294818577496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4063270294818577496&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4063270294818577496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4063270294818577496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/12/london-calling-1-parte.html' title='London Calling - 1ª parte.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whPFuEutrv8/TuDdTzXnnRI/AAAAAAAAA8g/q9Rg9lbm_vg/s72-c/Article00940B171000005DC47_468x447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-7292632294492321607</id><published>2011-12-05T10:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:16:35.420-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A leitura de um careca.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imaginem a cena, eu, a caminho do trabalho, de coturno, calça, camiseta básica branca, tatuagens, cara de poucos amigos, cabelo raspado e corrente pendurada,  entro no metrô e noto alguns olhares. Alguns com medo, outros, respeito. Me sento, dou um pause no Ipod, guardo no bolso, pego minha mochila, abro e vou dar continuidade a minha leitura. Sabe o que acontece? O respeito vai pra casa do caralho! Tiozinho ao lado me olha e olha para meu livro, me olha e olha para o meu livro. Por que será? Não entendo. Será porque estou lendo esse livro &lt;a href="http://www.livrariasaraiva.com.br/produto/2578374/travesti-prostituicao-sexo-genero-e-cultura-no-brasil/?ID=C95FBE4E7DB0C050A0A1E0572"&gt;AQUI?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-7292632294492321607?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/7292632294492321607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=7292632294492321607&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7292632294492321607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7292632294492321607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/12/leitura-de-um-careca.html' title='A leitura de um careca.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-8884181317679934056</id><published>2011-12-02T10:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T10:06:29.727-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque hoje é sexta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Foi-se  a época em que a cena musical era repleta de bandas boas e discos incríveis.  Hoje em dia, dificilmente um álbum lhe dará vontade de ouvi-lo do começo ao fim.  Principalmente numa época em que com os tocadores de mp3 você pode selecionar  suas canções favoritas. Claro, existem algums excessões, mas não me lembro de  ter ouvido um disco perfeito. E quando digo perfeito, quero dizer como os  clássicos de outrora. Discos que se tornaram referências por anos e que  continuam incríveis e atuais. Porém, na falta desses novos grandes álguns,  existem grandes músicas. São canções que por um momento, você esquece até o que  estava fazendo só para ouvi-la. E ela não sai da sua cabeça. E te conquista de  uma forma inexplicável. Essa semana, não sei por qual caminho, cheguei a uma  banda chamada Perfume Genius e a descrição que tive, era de que era uma mistura  entre Xiu Xiu e Anony and The Johnsons. Sem querer me reter à comparação,  resolvi baixar. E uma música me deixou completamente maravilhado: "&lt;strong&gt;No  problem".&lt;/strong&gt; Achei&amp;nbsp;a letra abaixo pela internet e&amp;nbsp;algumas palavras&amp;nbsp;não  condizem com o que ele realmente está cantando, pois é praticamente impossível  entender. Mas&amp;nbsp;gosto de&amp;nbsp;pensar que alguém escreveu essas linhas para alguém. Uma  carta, um poema, uma interpretação do que a melodia poderia significar.&amp;nbsp;E a  trilha por trás só deixou mais perfeita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/---a4A0MqbI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It's only confusion&lt;br /&gt;When your  dreams hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;You make your decision&lt;br /&gt;But you can't hide when your  heart calls&lt;br /&gt;This is my confession&lt;br /&gt;(You always make me do what I don't want  to)&lt;br /&gt;Now I've learnt my lesson&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know what to do thinking about  you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;You can't run or hide from the tears  inside&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say it's only nature's way&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes in your  life it's such a lonely climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-8884181317679934056?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8884181317679934056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=8884181317679934056&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8884181317679934056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8884181317679934056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/12/porque-hoje-e-sexta.html' title='Porque hoje é sexta...'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/---a4A0MqbI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-8747570438250418314</id><published>2011-11-30T13:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T13:53:18.358-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maré Vazante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E o tão  aguardado&amp;nbsp;1º livro do maridão finalmente vai sair. Com a ajuda de grandes  amigos, seu livro de contos está ganhando corpo. E não tinha como ficar melhor.  A capa é essa ao qual vocês estão vendo e feita carinhosamente pelo &lt;a href="http://www.tpmdemacho.com/"&gt;Fred&lt;/a&gt;. Melo  assim que bateu o olho já sabia que essa tinha que ser a capa de seu debut  literário. Os meninos dos &lt;a href="http://doisperdidosnanoite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dois Perdidos na Noite&lt;/a&gt; fizeram a análise dos contos,  colocaram em ordem e deram grandes dicas ao marinehrio de 1ª viagem Melo. Nosso  amigo Fabiano cuidou da diagramação e&amp;nbsp;sua esposa, Fabíola, foi responsável pelo  texto que vai na orelha da capa. O lançamento ficou para o dia 17/12. Teremos  maiores detalhes na semana que vem e então postaremos no facebook e nos blogs  parceiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fred  fez um post bacanérrimo sobre o assunto e para quem quiser ler, tá  &lt;a href="http://www.tpmdemacho.com/2011/11/um-mario.html"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7Im4LifHjo/TtZRQjwkfOI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/rLa5XDY3fqE/s1600/111130_05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7Im4LifHjo/TtZRQjwkfOI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/rLa5XDY3fqE/s320/111130_05.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-8747570438250418314?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8747570438250418314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=8747570438250418314&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8747570438250418314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8747570438250418314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/11/mare-vazante.html' title='Maré Vazante'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7Im4LifHjo/TtZRQjwkfOI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/rLa5XDY3fqE/s72-c/111130_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-264992757888378135</id><published>2011-11-28T16:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:37:12.380-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65cn1Gq5NPk/TtPTLQqgbuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/m15ui84aNh0/s1600/kirsten5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65cn1Gq5NPk/TtPTLQqgbuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/m15ui84aNh0/s320/kirsten5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I think it's dark and it looks like rain"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"And the wind is  blowing like it's the end of the world"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"And it's so cold&lt;br /&gt;It's  like the cold if you were dead"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you smiled&lt;br /&gt;For a second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I think I'm old and I'm feeling pain"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"And it's all running  out like it's the end of the world"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And it's so cold it's like  the cold if you were dead"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you smiled&lt;br /&gt;For a second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm living at the edge of the  world&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm living at the edge of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It's just the way I  smile"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said&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/8696495171276096918-264992757888378135?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/264992757888378135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=264992757888378135&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/264992757888378135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/264992757888378135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/11/cura.html' title='A Cura'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65cn1Gq5NPk/TtPTLQqgbuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/m15ui84aNh0/s72-c/kirsten5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-2629425263457181971</id><published>2011-11-25T14:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:31:39.395-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Finished.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vladimir você está  dormindo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você está dormindo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dá para pensar que você está  dormindo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não poderia ser de outra  forma...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você tinha me dito...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você se lembra?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Que você não me  abandonaria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Você não pode partir para longe  assim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Você não pode...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Porque tão longe assim você não me  veria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E eu, quem sou eu...se você não me  enxergar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vladimir, onde você está?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu não soube te dizer  antes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas se não for tarde  demais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Te Amo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ludovic Debeurme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcH_JFBbpe4/Ts_CwRqv8FI/AAAAAAAAA8I/p7wZIcPcfSI/s1600/lucille.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcH_JFBbpe4/Ts_CwRqv8FI/AAAAAAAAA8I/p7wZIcPcfSI/s320/lucille.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-2629425263457181971?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/2629425263457181971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=2629425263457181971&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2629425263457181971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2629425263457181971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-finished.html' title='Just Finished.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcH_JFBbpe4/Ts_CwRqv8FI/AAAAAAAAA8I/p7wZIcPcfSI/s72-c/lucille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4435325773432714791</id><published>2011-11-24T17:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T17:42:02.407-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa I'm coming home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNuFrJXdKNU/Ts6d5on7K6I/AAAAAAAAA8A/9ZjewZAK998/s1600/Lucille-father-and-son-Ludovic-Debeurme-top-shelf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNuFrJXdKNU/Ts6d5on7K6I/AAAAAAAAA8A/9ZjewZAK998/s320/Lucille-father-and-son-Ludovic-Debeurme-top-shelf.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue" id="productColorValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Final  de semana vou aos meus pais. É sempre um problema quando eu vou aos meus pais.  Não pela minha mãe. Minha relação melhorou muito com ela. O problema, claro,  ainda continua sendo meu pai. Ficar com ele num ambiente me faz voltar&amp;nbsp;à época  em que era um garoto e toda vez que ele aparecia, eu&amp;nbsp;queria fugir para o meu  quarto. Nunca consegui esquecer da forma como ele tentou me criar. Claro, ele me  deu de tudo e ainda mais um pouco...mas quantas ofensas ouvi, quantas pancadas  recebi e numa conversa que tive há um ano com minha irmã e minha mãe, elas  simplesmente me perguntaram quando é que eu apanhei tanto? WTF?  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vocês por acaso viveram na mesma casa que eu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Será que  elas nunca perceberam o medo com o qual eu cresci? Deus, eu não conseguia ficar  ao lado do homem mesmo com quase 30 anos nas costas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hoje,  sei que ele se tornou outra pessoa. Meu irmão, que é quase 10 anos mais novo,  teve uma outra criação. Ele foi seu grande amigo. Ele o levava para jogar bola,  para o trabalho, para o bar, para o caminhão, para os carros, para o estádio,  para os abraços e&amp;nbsp;para o orgulho. Enquanto eu&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;fui para longe me descobrir.  Engraçado que para a gente se encontrar, precisamos fugir de tudo o que  conhecemos. Reaprender a falar, se comunicar, caçar sozinho...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As  vezes me sinto numa graphic novel de famílias disfuncionais. Quero só chegar na  última página&amp;nbsp;que mostra&amp;nbsp;o personagem principal com seu sorriso honesto mas que  expressa&amp;nbsp;sua luta pela continuidade da&amp;nbsp;sua vida. E daí, eu simplesmente a fecho  e guardo na lembrança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="pdpAttributeValue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se as  coisas fôssem fáceis como nos gibis...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-4435325773432714791?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4435325773432714791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4435325773432714791&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4435325773432714791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4435325773432714791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/11/papa-im-coming-home.html' title='Papa I&apos;m coming home.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNuFrJXdKNU/Ts6d5on7K6I/AAAAAAAAA8A/9ZjewZAK998/s72-c/Lucille-father-and-son-Ludovic-Debeurme-top-shelf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-1771138914950607017</id><published>2011-11-23T09:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:38:18.334-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Velho e o Moço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WoBU0Ap6yoE/TszbCsWDr-I/AAAAAAAAA74/EGVnXuuPQ7o/s1600/v-e-m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WoBU0Ap6yoE/TszbCsWDr-I/AAAAAAAAA74/EGVnXuuPQ7o/s320/v-e-m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Segunda-feira no horário da manhã, passei mal aqui no trabalho. Uma sensação de desmaio se abateu sobre mim, ânsia de vômito e vontade de ir pra casa ficar deitado até me recuperar era o que eu mais queria. Acabei por insistência de Alexandre indo ao hospital. Hospital bom, daqueles de excelência, mas que por algum mistério, deixa seus pacientes esperando por três horas. Como pode? Acabei tomando soro, dramim e buscopan na veia. Deu barato rapidinho. Sentado numa poltrona e ouvindo Pumuky era ali que eu queria ficar. Viagem total. Até me chamarem de volta e médico dizer que o exame de sangue deu negativo. Porra! &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então o que pode pode ser, dr? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Talvez uma virose ou algo que você comeu. Porque diabos eles nunca sabem exatamente o que ocorreu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O lance, é que não tenho mais 20 anos. Minha alimentação é uma porcaria. Adoro junkie food, odeio saladas, não faço exercícios e ando bebendo consideravelmente. E não bebo só cerveja. Meu negócio é vodka pura, st. Remy, caipirinhas e cachaças.Talvez isso tenha cooperado a me deixar mal. Mas como maneirar na bebida sendo que isso é pra mim algo que me dá prazer. Veja bem, não sou um alcóolatra. Eu simplesmente gosto de beber. E também não bebo para fugir dos problemas. Bebo porque gosto, porque o barato me deixa bem e quando as companhias são agradáveis, melhor. O que pretendo fazer, é comer melhor e cada vez menos. Porque desistir da birita, é quase impossível.&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/8696495171276096918-1771138914950607017?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/1771138914950607017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=1771138914950607017&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1771138914950607017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1771138914950607017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-velho-e-o-moco.html' title='O Velho e o Moço'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WoBU0Ap6yoE/TszbCsWDr-I/AAAAAAAAA74/EGVnXuuPQ7o/s72-c/v-e-m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-5852919842619740652</id><published>2011-11-21T09:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:45:51.995-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucos de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Semana passada terminamos de ver Downton Abbey e para resolverem a trama de maneira certinha e engomada, uma das personagens abdica de seu amor para que seu enamorado seja feliz ao lado de quem ele realmente ama. Balela! Isso não existe. Pelo menos, nunca vi. Quando a gente ama muito, não queremos que a outra pessoa seja feliz com outro. Existe coisa mais egoísta do que o amor? Você geralmente não quer dividir a pessoa com mais ninguém e a deseja em todos os momentos. No começo, é ainda pior, pois você ainda não está ciente dos erros que pode cometer e nem sobre a forma que deve evitar esses erros. Conhecer alguém é difícil e mais difícil é levar esse alguém adiante. Qualidades e defeitos que você até então desconhece viverão lado a lado e você terá que dar valor às coisas boas que geralmente um relacionamento novo lhe traz. E ele traz muitas coisas boas. Sabemos. O beijo, o sexo, o abraço, os assuntos em comum, os momentos em frente à tv...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amar é ser feliz e triste ao mesmo tempo. Porque não há amor sem o sofrimento. E se não existiu o sofrimento, é porque nunca foi amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A cena abaixo, é do filme Louco por Você (She's so Lovely) de Nick Cassavettes. Na época, Robyn Right ainda era casada com Sean Penn e eles estavam em vias de separação. Essa, é uma das minhas cenas favoritas sobre o amor e nos mostra exatamente como amar realmente dói. Existe nos olhares dos dois, primeiramente um amor maior do que tudo, mas amparados de uma tristeza de que podemos perder quem amamos a qualquer momento que as vezes é difícil de controlar. E tudo sem diálogos, apenas ao som da voz latina de Tito Larriva cantando os amores que Cole Porter encantou um dia com I'ts De-lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tá, é difícil, mas vale tanto a pena.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rl3MZS6eicI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-5852919842619740652?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/5852919842619740652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=5852919842619740652&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5852919842619740652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5852919842619740652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/11/loucos-de-amor.html' title='Loucos de Amor'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Rl3MZS6eicI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-8145982028950318005</id><published>2011-11-17T10:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T10:40:35.394-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Apocalipse de um Cineasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0YoAQtJUG6c/TsUAsLXUl1I/AAAAAAAAA7w/UFX3B8FNp_w/s1600/MV5BMTk4Njk3MzI0NV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzczMTU1MQ%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR6%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0YoAQtJUG6c/TsUAsLXUl1I/AAAAAAAAA7w/UFX3B8FNp_w/s1600/MV5BMTk4Njk3MzI0NV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzczMTU1MQ%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR6%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nesse feriado, Melo e eu vimos o documentário O Apocalipse de um Cineasta, dirigido por Eleanor Coppola, onde ela filma a gravação do clássico Apocalipse Now do seu marido Francis Ford Coppola. Mesmo com o prestígio que o diretor possuia após O Poderoso Chefão, Francis preferiu hipotecar seus bens para poder fazer um filme de guerra exatamente do seu jeito, sem qualquer interferência dos engravatados dos estúdios. O legal do documentário, é que mesmo com a quantidade de obstáculos que houveram durante a filmagem, desde a troca de protagonistas (Harvey Keitel foi substituido por Michael Sheen após alguns dias), chuvas torrenciais que destruíram cenários nas Filipinas (o país é muito parecido com o Vietnã), não ter nenhum apoio do exército americano, encontrar um Marlon Brandon enorme de gordo, ter um protagonista que sofreu um ataque cardíaco durante as gravações e uma filmagem que durou 238 dias e mesmo assim, conseguir a proeza de fazer um dos maiores filmes de guerra já existentes não é para poucos. E assim como o filme, o documentário mostra o que foi a guerra do Vietnã com seus soldados (e atores) viciados em drogas, álcool e na loucura que a violência exacerbada causou em cada homem e mulher. Mas Coppola, mesmo contrariando a todos, fez um clássico que levou multidões aos cinemas e que rendeu fortunas e prêmios. Calou a boca daqueles que se achavam certos na hora de ver o filme fracassar, mas não de ver a merda em que se meteram quando entraram em guerra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-8145982028950318005?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8145982028950318005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=8145982028950318005&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8145982028950318005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8145982028950318005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-apocalipse-de-um-cineasta.html' title='O Apocalipse de um Cineasta'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0YoAQtJUG6c/TsUAsLXUl1I/AAAAAAAAA7w/UFX3B8FNp_w/s72-c/MV5BMTk4Njk3MzI0NV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzczMTU1MQ%2540%2540._V1._SY317_CR6%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-5857379172767132871</id><published>2011-11-13T14:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T14:00:41.947-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NqJ3KrtJt4s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-5857379172767132871?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/5857379172767132871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=5857379172767132871&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5857379172767132871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5857379172767132871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/11/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NqJ3KrtJt4s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-6005262187600656749</id><published>2011-11-11T10:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T10:10:30.518-02:00</updated><title type='text'>We Used to be Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Existem pessoas que entram nas nossas vidas e acabam nos oferecendo qualidades e características que nos transmite grandes ensinamentos. São essas pessoas que você quer ter por perto e poder chamá-las realmente de amigo. Há alguns anos, insisti na besteira de continuar chamando de amigo alguém que eu amei anteriormente, mas que por outros motivos que não valem serem expressos por aqui, continuava na minha vida. Foi alguém por quem ainda sentia um tremendo carinho por tudo o que ele já representou em minha vida, mas que sempre conseguiu me deixar para baixo. Portanto, já é página virada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje é sexta-feira e verei pessoas que me são queridas e eu sei que sinceramente me amam. Quero aproveitar de suas companhias até o último segundo e poder dizer-lhes o quão são importantes na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7ZpM-Jli6U/Tr0QXXkduqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ziorvoCge04/s1600/216-x600-feat-friends-divorce1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7ZpM-Jli6U/Tr0QXXkduqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ziorvoCge04/s320/216-x600-feat-friends-divorce1.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bom feriado para todos e bons drink.&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/8696495171276096918-6005262187600656749?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/6005262187600656749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=6005262187600656749&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6005262187600656749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6005262187600656749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-used-to-be-friends.html' title='We Used to be Friends'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7ZpM-Jli6U/Tr0QXXkduqI/AAAAAAAAA7c/ziorvoCge04/s72-c/216-x600-feat-friends-divorce1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4214480281325518722</id><published>2011-11-09T08:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T08:32:26.455-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm only dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Adele é o caralho!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Por uma força mais que DIVINA, sábado no Festival Planeta Terra, eu pude conferir a voz  suave e som delicioso do Goldfrapp nessa performance lindona de se  ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MkTCw6Xy8YY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-4214480281325518722?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4214480281325518722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4214480281325518722&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4214480281325518722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4214480281325518722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-only-dreaming.html' title='I&apos;m only dreaming'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MkTCw6Xy8YY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-6779656590417442249</id><published>2011-11-08T10:02:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:02:40.497-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem ao mundo em diversos dias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Este livro não está  perdido. Ele apenas foi deixado para que você possa apreciá-lo e quem sabe,  presentear alguém após sua leitura.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você está participando do  Book Crossing que é destinado às pessoas que gostam de ler enquanto o livro  "viaja" por lugares e pessoas. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Espero que você aprecie  esta obra e que ela transforme esse momento numa viagem literária como aconteceu  comigo. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ass. Wans"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;E foi com esse recado que eu fiz  minha participação no Book Crossing Blogueiro ao qual o blog Luz da Luma nos  incentivou a participar e que me veio através do&amp;nbsp;Edú. Melo e eu ontem escolhemos  os livros que deixaríamos para que alguém pudesse também viajar nessa fantástica  viagem literária e esperamos que esse alguém faça um grande proveito. Deixei o  meu, a caminho do trabalho, no ônibus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Para quem quiser saber mais sobre o  Book Crossing Blogueiro, é só clicar &lt;a href="http://luzdeluma.blogspot.com/2011/11/vem-ai-3-edicao-do-bookcrossing.html"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4w6GBUbe10/TrkZt2j0euI/AAAAAAAAA7I/WEPWhJe1U5I/s1600/Foto-0165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4w6GBUbe10/TrkZt2j0euI/AAAAAAAAA7I/WEPWhJe1U5I/s320/Foto-0165.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-6779656590417442249?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/6779656590417442249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=6779656590417442249&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6779656590417442249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6779656590417442249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/11/viagem-ao-mundo-em-diversos-dias.html' title='Viagem ao mundo em diversos dias.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F4w6GBUbe10/TrkZt2j0euI/AAAAAAAAA7I/WEPWhJe1U5I/s72-c/Foto-0165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-2146920170346753784</id><published>2011-11-04T10:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:19:47.995-02:00</updated><title type='text'>People Talk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTAo9dnWNJo/TrPXLePFrLI/AAAAAAAAA7A/N1cLHk_-jWk/s1600/cinema3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTAo9dnWNJo/TrPXLePFrLI/AAAAAAAAA7A/N1cLHk_-jWk/s320/cinema3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu procuro ter uma vida bastante ocupada no meu dia a dia. Eu vejo séries, ouço músicas novas e antigas, leio bastante, trabalho, frequento os blogs amigos, vou a shows, tenho uma vida social com marido agitada e com isso procuro sempre estar próximo aos meus amigos. O único problema, é que, tenho cada vez menos ído ao cinema. O lance é que a paciência dos dois meio que está num certo limite por causa da falta de educação das pessoas que ocupam as salas. Mas pensando bem, não podemos nos fechar culturalmente por causa desses imprevistos. A última vez que fomos ao cinema, foi para ver Melancholia de Lars Von Triers, e&amp;nbsp; mesmo vendo o filme numa sala que geralmente considera-se que os presentes sejam mais educados, havia ali pessoas dispostas a acabar com nosso divertimento. Mesmo assim, conversando com Alexandre ontem, chegamos a conclusão que deveremos voltar com o hábito de frequentar as salas de cinema. Só contamos que os filmes em cartaz seja interessantes. Alguém aí têm alguma dica?&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/8696495171276096918-2146920170346753784?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/2146920170346753784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=2146920170346753784&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2146920170346753784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2146920170346753784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/11/people-talk.html' title='People Talk.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTAo9dnWNJo/TrPXLePFrLI/AAAAAAAAA7A/N1cLHk_-jWk/s72-c/cinema3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-3000595782716723841</id><published>2011-10-31T10:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:41:59.630-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dewy Fields...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Certas pessoas&amp;nbsp;passam por nossas  vidas sem nos afetar de qualquer maneira que seja, outras, fazem um enorme  sentido para que elas signifiquem algo. São amigos que suas&amp;nbsp;presenças acabam se  tornando&amp;nbsp;primordial para o bem estar dos outros. São os "novos" amigos que de  tanta afinidade, é como se fôssem amigos de outros tempos. E aqui, ficamos  pensando neles quando algo triste acontece. E desejamos que tudo se resolva e  que fique mais fácil suportar . E que se precisar de qualquer coisa  que seja, pode contar&amp;nbsp;conosco e com os muitos amigos que você deve ter, porque  pessoas como você, devem sempre estar rodeado de amor, amizade e  carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HTHtSCBHfEg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-3000595782716723841?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/3000595782716723841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=3000595782716723841&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3000595782716723841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3000595782716723841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/10/dewy-fields.html' title='Dewy Fields...'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HTHtSCBHfEg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-7383876890979568443</id><published>2011-10-27T10:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T10:36:04.034-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O homem e seu PAU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9bAyxImWpk/TqlOPD5OvvI/AAAAAAAAA64/IOv3cQZm4ao/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9bAyxImWpk/TqlOPD5OvvI/AAAAAAAAA64/IOv3cQZm4ao/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Tava conversando com um amigo sobre  broxar e me dei conta de que aos 34 anos eu já broxei mais do que gostaria.  Lembro de ter uns 17 anos e estar na flor da minha adolescência e num  determinado dia, não conseguir comer meu ex professor de física. Era natal, meus  pais não estavam e o convidei a ir à minha casa. Chegando lá, ele estava com  aquela bunda maravilhosa que eu já havia comido em outras ocasiões, mas que por  algum motivo, não fazia meu pau endurecer.&amp;nbsp;Tentei de tudo e nada do danado  querer subir. Acho que resolvi então deixá-lo me masturbar, não me lembro  direito (um homem só se lembra de quando&amp;nbsp; broxa mesmo) e foi só isso. Mas esse  acontecimento&amp;nbsp;nunca chegou a me perturbar. E nem cheguei a pensar que poderia  ser um problema, até o lance ter se repetido há quase 15 anos depois. Pois é,  não faz muito tempo e eu novamente não consegui deixar meu pau ereto na hora de  foder um dos michês que Melo e eu ficamos. Na minha cabeça, uma dúvida  martelava, &lt;em&gt;"como diabos fui broxar com um cara desse tamanho e com esse  corpo?"&lt;/em&gt; Porra, já fui elogiado por muitos nesse departamento. Claro, posso  não ser nenhum Rocco Sifredi, mas sempre consegui dar conta do recado. Acho que  esse lance ficou tão gravado na minha cabeça que numa transa com Alexandre, no  meio do sexo, meu pau começou a amolecer. Não falei nada pra ele e  acabei&amp;nbsp;ficando com mais dúvidas. Achava que o problema era completamente meu e  que eu tinha que resolvê-lo.&amp;nbsp;Foi então que resolvi experimentar o viagra.  Imaginem a vergonha. Um garotão da minha idade comprando estimulante sexual.  Pois então, fui&amp;nbsp;à farmácia e um sujeito de uns 37 anos me perguntou sobre  quantas milígramas eu queria, se era genérico, e o caralho. Lhe respondi que era  a minha primeira vez e ele me ofereceu um de 50mm e disse para eu experimentar o  genérico. O cara foi super atencioso e disse que depois que a Pfizer perdeu a  patente, os valores caíram e muitos jovens estavam experimentando, ele  inclusive. Levei pra casa uma caixa c/ 4. Um dos conselhos era: Não tomar de  barriga cheia e tomar com uma hora de antecedência. Resolvi então usá-lo numa  manhã de domingo, pois sempre gostei de&amp;nbsp;transas matinais. Levantei, tomei um  comprimido e voltei a dormir. Uma hora mais tarde, eis que acordo e ao perceber  que Melo também se encontrava desperto, avancei louco para experimentar a pílula  azul do prazer.&amp;nbsp; Só que para meu azar total, Melo estava indisposto. Resultado:  Tomei no cú! Tive que esperar uma outra ocasião. E o processo foi o mesmo.  Porém, desta vez, Alexandre embarcou. E beijos aqui, carícias ali, chegou a hora  dos finalmente. E foi phooooooda! Deixa eu explicar, o remédio não funciona como  essas comédias adolescentes com tortas e que vai deixar você mijando no próprio  rosto. Você precisa estar com vontade e ele apenas te ajuda com o resto. E a  sensação é maravilhosa! Ele acaba ajudando a prolongar o momento do orgasmo . No  meu caso, não precisaria impressionar ninguém, afinal, era com Alexandre que eu  estava usando/ experimentando. No começo, não quis dizer a ele para não  preocupá-lo com idéias de que "ele" era o problema, pois não era.&amp;nbsp;probelmas  resolvidos, mente limpa e&amp;nbsp;agora o negócio é só pra cima e avante. Mas sei que no  futuro voltará a acontecer, e também sei&amp;nbsp;que o homem que eu &lt;strong&gt;amo&lt;/strong&gt;  irá entender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;E você já broxou? Já usou  viagra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-7383876890979568443?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/7383876890979568443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=7383876890979568443&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7383876890979568443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7383876890979568443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-homem-e-seu-pau.html' title='O homem e seu PAU.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9bAyxImWpk/TqlOPD5OvvI/AAAAAAAAA64/IOv3cQZm4ao/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-5739039859292876931</id><published>2011-10-25T09:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T09:32:13.184-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TqQO06___vI/TqaeBYLGDhI/AAAAAAAAA6w/7K5bqme5x7c/s1600/q61318fadb4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TqQO06___vI/TqaeBYLGDhI/AAAAAAAAA6w/7K5bqme5x7c/s1600/q61318fadb4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando Peter Gabriel surgiu, ele era  voz do Genesis lá no comecinho dos anos 70. Poucas pessoas sabem disso, afinal, a banda só fez sucesso realmente através do pop trazido na voz de Phil Collins. Eu gosto dessa fase do Genesis, mas ainda prefiro a incomparável voz de Peter. Partindo em carreira solo, ele finalmente teve o prazer de ser conhecido no mundo todo quando Shock the Monkey se tornou hit. E com a era MTV, acabou se tornando referência vídeocliptica nos anos 80. Nos anos seguintes, virou ativista sobre os direitos humanos, compôs trilha sonora e acabou de lançar um cd orquestreado com suas músicas favoritas: New Blood. New Blood, vem com dois cds, o primeiro disco com as músicas orquestradas e o segundo, com as mesmas músicas, porém em versão instrumental. Confesso que antes de ouvi-lo, tava achando se tratar de um tremendo caça níquel. Porém, as canções escolhidas se transformaram em melodias lindas e prontas a serem redescobertas e apreciadas. Só achei que Peter poderia ter sido mais audacioso e acrescentado outros clássicos como I Have the Touch, Sledgehammer e Big Time, embora talvez tais canções, não funcionassem com orquestra. Já que então não podemos considerar New Blood um disco de novas, considere-o então como uma novidade "clássica" para seus ouvidos.&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/8696495171276096918-5739039859292876931?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/5739039859292876931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=5739039859292876931&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5739039859292876931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5739039859292876931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/10/classic-music.html' title='Classic Music'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TqQO06___vI/TqaeBYLGDhI/AAAAAAAAA6w/7K5bqme5x7c/s72-c/q61318fadb4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-1549302325565324554</id><published>2011-10-24T09:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:57:21.994-02:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't  Like Mondays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know you like her&lt;br /&gt;Well I like her too&lt;br /&gt;I know she likes you&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if I'm being sent off to War&lt;br /&gt;There are worse things in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's still room in my wooden horse for two&lt;br /&gt;I was Jonathan to your David&lt;br /&gt;You're still King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I'd thought about her&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed she'd come, I'd make my escape&lt;br /&gt;I thought she liked me but somehow I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't want it this way&lt;br /&gt;But it's O.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's not like we'll be parted&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we'll never know love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And she'll smile for you&lt;br /&gt;She'll hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in love there's no other way&lt;br /&gt;And I will make it some day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know you like her&lt;br /&gt;Well I like her too&lt;br /&gt;I know she likes you&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if I'm being sent off to War&lt;br /&gt;There are worse things in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's still room in my wooden horse for two&lt;br /&gt;I was Jonathan to your David&lt;br /&gt;You're still King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Visions of love recollected&lt;br /&gt;Have we ever been true?&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have, it's time for you to go&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the stones that you throw&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's not like we'll be parted&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we'll never know love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And she'll smile for you&lt;br /&gt;She'll hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in love there's no other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;People say that&lt;br /&gt;"We'll never change"&lt;br /&gt;"We'll never change"&lt;br /&gt;But I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You and her in the local newspaper&lt;br /&gt;You will be Married and you'll be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Married and you'll be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yNy04MwhziY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-1549302325565324554?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/1549302325565324554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=1549302325565324554&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1549302325565324554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1549302325565324554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-like-mondays.html' title='I don&apos;t  Like Mondays...'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yNy04MwhziY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-8468384111912004566</id><published>2011-10-21T09:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T09:42:33.874-02:00</updated><title type='text'>By Your Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaBGCOh3Uyw/TqFaal5WPJI/AAAAAAAAA6o/TqaEe9NHpNk/s1600/Sade-2-original.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaBGCOh3Uyw/TqFaal5WPJI/AAAAAAAAA6o/TqaEe9NHpNk/s320/Sade-2-original.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Ontem David, Melo e eu fomos ao show  da diva Sade que aconteceu no ginásio do Ibirapuera. Confesso não ter achado o  local escolhido digno de sua&amp;nbsp;grandeza. Os bancos estilo auditório&amp;nbsp;de campo de  futebol e &amp;nbsp;o formato circular do local me deixaram com uma sensação  desconfortável, porém, foi apenas Sade entrar no palco ao som de &lt;strong&gt;Soldier  of Love&lt;/strong&gt; que meus temores se foram. Lindíssima ainda aos 52 anos e  com&amp;nbsp;uma voz que vagueia&amp;nbsp;entre o&amp;nbsp;poderoso e o aveludado, a cantora&amp;nbsp;nos deixou  felizes e com lágrimas nos olhos. Pela primeira vez no Brasil, ela conseguiu  tocar desde músicas novas a todos os hits de sua carreira. E eu digo todos, sem  exceção.&amp;nbsp;A produção do show é lindíssima e os músicos que a acompanham, super  competentes. Ouvir o sax de &lt;strong&gt;Smooth Operator&lt;/strong&gt; acompanhado daquela  deliciosa percussão não têm preço. E a mulher&amp;nbsp;dança, seduz, conversa com o  público, nos encanta e nos hipnotiza em cada gesto ou em cada reverência.&amp;nbsp; E  estávamos enlouquecidos. O ginásio lotado não conseguia se conter em lágrimas e  declarações de amor por todos os lados. Era lindo de se ver. E o final veio para  saciar nossa fome que há 30 anos esperou pela sua vinda com &lt;strong&gt;No Ordinary  Love&lt;/strong&gt;, seguida de "&lt;strong&gt;Pears&lt;/strong&gt;" (&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;hallelujah Sade,  hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;By Your Side&lt;/strong&gt; e no  bis, para finalizar a noite &lt;strong&gt;Cherish the Day&lt;/strong&gt;. E saímos de lá  com&amp;nbsp;sorrisos nos rostos e a&amp;nbsp;certeza de que valeu a pena  esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-8468384111912004566?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8468384111912004566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=8468384111912004566&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8468384111912004566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8468384111912004566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/10/by-your-side.html' title='By Your Side'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaBGCOh3Uyw/TqFaal5WPJI/AAAAAAAAA6o/TqaEe9NHpNk/s72-c/Sade-2-original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-3170751127033069086</id><published>2011-10-19T14:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T14:12:31.511-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinema à Flor da Pele.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Wong Kar-Wai é um grande diretor.  Provavelmente o melhor diretor chinês&amp;nbsp;em atividade.&amp;nbsp;E mesmo que eu tenha um  grande amor pelos filmes de Zhang Yimou, nenhum de seus filmes supera as cores  que kar-Wai produz em suas películas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Os filmes do diretor possui&amp;nbsp;a  beleza das cores (&lt;strong&gt;Um Beijo Roubado&lt;/strong&gt;), o figurino das lindas  atrizes (&lt;strong&gt;2046&lt;/strong&gt;), a fotografia soberba, a maravilhosa trilha  sonora tocada como se um corpo fôsse dedilhado (&lt;strong&gt;Amor à Flor da  Pele&lt;/strong&gt;), o charme “Clark Gable” de Tony Leung Chiu Wai (muso de Kar-Wai),  a&amp;nbsp;seleção&amp;nbsp;das belas atrizes (&lt;strong&gt;2046&lt;/strong&gt;), a sutileza da câmera  deslizando pela mão escondida sob a luva, pela boca vermelha borrada por causa  de um beijo de despedida, pelas lágrimas que escorrem nos olhos finos e  sofríveis das mulheres, pela cena triste de dois homens dançando tango  (&lt;strong&gt;Felizes Juntos&lt;/strong&gt;)...&amp;nbsp;Personagens que Wong Kar-Wai&amp;nbsp; conhece&amp;nbsp;tão  bem e tão intensamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOv7slseE4I/Tp725PnOTWI/AAAAAAAAA6g/HA57sgw77-4/s1600/2045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="118" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOv7slseE4I/Tp725PnOTWI/AAAAAAAAA6g/HA57sgw77-4/s320/2045.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&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/8696495171276096918-3170751127033069086?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/3170751127033069086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=3170751127033069086&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3170751127033069086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3170751127033069086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/10/cinema-flor-da-pele.html' title='Cinema à Flor da Pele.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOv7slseE4I/Tp725PnOTWI/AAAAAAAAA6g/HA57sgw77-4/s72-c/2045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-3072530074923146840</id><published>2011-10-18T10:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:39:15.801-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Falling Down Billy Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vincent Gallo é ator, músico, artista plástico, fotógrafo, produtor, editor, ecritor, já foi modelo da Calvin Klein e é diretor de um dos filmes que eu mais gosto no mundo: Buffalo 66. Para quem nunca ouviu falar do cara, ele despertou curiosidade quando seu filme seguinte, também como diretor, fora considerado o pior filme no festival de Cannes de 2003.  Na época, haviam críticas positivas e negativas e o que algumas pessoas não sabiam quando estava prestes a ser lançado comercialmente era que, a cópia mostrada no festival, era uma versão não acabada. O filme, é lindíssimo, possui uma trilha sonora maravilhosa, mas muitas pessoas só foram ao cinema para ver a famosa cena de sexo oral protagonizada por ele e Chloe Sevigny. Nessa época, o cara virou cult e veio até para o Festival Tim Festival de 2005. Naquele mesmo dia, em outro palco, Julian Casablancas tocava com seus Strokes. Eu, felizmente preferi vê-lo nessa apresentação para poucos. E foi lindo! E valeu cada segundo ouvir suas canções tristes, intimistas e experimentais que ccompunham seu personagem Billy Brown, o meu outro eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfqgJtgjOvs/Tp1zRr9pv1I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-xthjyGqcuQ/s1600/buff66.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfqgJtgjOvs/Tp1zRr9pv1I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-xthjyGqcuQ/s320/buff66.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para quem gosta de filmes tristes e independentes, eis &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=U3XCOZ53"&gt;AQUI &lt;/a&gt;o link para Download de Buffalo 66.&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/8696495171276096918-3072530074923146840?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/3072530074923146840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=3072530074923146840&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3072530074923146840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3072530074923146840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/10/falling-down-billy-brown.html' title='A Falling Down Billy Brown'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfqgJtgjOvs/Tp1zRr9pv1I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/-xthjyGqcuQ/s72-c/buff66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-8159366869425810234</id><published>2011-10-14T13:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T13:57:44.379-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais sobre o amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Elizabeth Fraser, como todos estão  cansados de ler aqui no blog, é vocalista dos Cocteau Twins, e embora eu vá  escrever sobre ela, queria que vocês não desistissem do texto, pois falarei  sobre o amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Liz Fraser, foi casada com  Robyn Guthrie,&amp;nbsp;guitarrista&amp;nbsp;e criador da banda no final dos anos 70. Sua relação  com Robyn acabou se tornando o principal motivo para a ruptura dos Cocteau  Twins. Na época do disco Four-Calendar Café (penúltimo), ela já não aguentava  continuar com a banda e isso se devia principalmente ao vício de Robyn com as  drogas.&amp;nbsp;Inclusive, é nesse disco que percebemos o quão grande era seu sofrimento  e as perguntas que ela se fazia nesse relacionamento. Em  &lt;strong&gt;"Bluebeard"&lt;/strong&gt; ela canta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Are you the right  man for me? Are you safe? Are you my  friend?"&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Liz, ainda lançou&amp;nbsp;o último  disco com os Cocteau Twins "&lt;strong&gt;Milk and Kisses&lt;/strong&gt;" que pra mim é a  obra prima que me apresentou &lt;strong&gt;Treasure Hiding&lt;/strong&gt;, uma das músicas  mais bonitas que já ouvi. Nessa época, ela já não estava mais com Robyn e havia  conhecido o músico Jeff Buckley. Muito pouco se sabe sobre esse relacionamento.  Simplesmente sabemos que foi algo intenso e maravilhoso. Assim como o mítico em  relação à banda, e às interpretações que cada um sempre criou em torno das  letras de Liz e sua linda voz.&amp;nbsp;Então coloco-me aqui sobre como acredito ter sido  esse relacionamento. Gosto de imaginar que os dois se encantaram com suas vozes  e criaram algo inimaginável. Que estavam felizes e criando músicas e momentos  que seriam só deles e que infelizmente durou pouco. Infelizmente no ano de 1997,  Jeff Buckley morreu afogado em um afluente do Rio Mississipi. Nessa época, Liz  gravava em Londres&amp;nbsp;o disco Mezzanine&amp;nbsp;do Massive Attack.&amp;nbsp;Foi quando gravava  "Teardrop" que ela ficou sabendo de sua morte. Pelo que se soube, ela ficou  muito abalada e ficou anos em depressão. Com o tempo, caiu na internet um dueto  dos dois de uma canção escrita por Buckley chamada "&lt;strong&gt;All Flowers in  Time&lt;/strong&gt;" onde no refrão eles dizem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All flowers in time bend  towards the sun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you say that  there's no one for you&lt;br /&gt;But here is one"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Se ouvir, com cuidado, perceberá que  no começo da canção, Liz e Jeff riem. E gosto de pensar que eles se  encontraram&amp;nbsp;e que o amor brotava naquelas risadas e naquela lindíssima canção.  Ela, infelizmente ficou irritada com o lançamento da música:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Why do people have to  hear everything? It's unfinished, you see. I don't want it to be  heard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Numa das raras entrevistas, fica um  pouco no ar&amp;nbsp;que ela talvez&amp;nbsp;se sentisse culpada por não estar presente quando ele  faleceu. Eu realmente não sei e não me importa uma tradução literal disso  tudo.&amp;nbsp;É como suas canções na banda. Basta que seja repleta de emoções, e o  resto, eu guardo no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Mas o motivo do post era para falar  sobre o amor e eu poderia excluir todo esse texto acima, porém, queria contar um  pouco da história de Liz e lhes dizer que não importa se você já conheceu o amor  ou se ainda não foi escolhido. Não importa se hoje, você ama uma ou duas  pessoas,&amp;nbsp;o que importa é você se dar o direito de ser feliz. E se você não  tentar ou se fechar com medo do sofrimento, então estará perdendo a oportunidade  de aprender que sofrer é o verdadeiro caminho para se encontrar o amor. E esse  caminho, só você pode trilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SUgGNUEpCG0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-8159366869425810234?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8159366869425810234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=8159366869425810234&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8159366869425810234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8159366869425810234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/10/mais-sobre-o-amor.html' title='Mais sobre o amor...'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SUgGNUEpCG0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-1923776318219932449</id><published>2011-10-13T17:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T17:36:03.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraçado ao meu João.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje terminei de ler&amp;nbsp;o livro de  contos "&lt;strong&gt;Abraçado ao meu Rancor&lt;/strong&gt;" de João Antonio. O escritor,  nascido no interior de São Paulo, é o grande representante da marginalidade  literária. Assim como Plínio Marcos, João Antonio escreve sobre a vida  difícil&amp;nbsp;dos guardadores de carro, empregadas, prostitutas, ladrões, jogadores de  bicho, homossexuais e os demais marginalizados da sociedade paulista e carioca.  Lendo o principal conto que por sinal dá nome a esse livro, podemos ver a  familiaridade que o escritor têm com os bairros paulistanos, principalmente os  que estão perto da boca do lixo. Percebe-se que o próprio João Antonio teve uma  vida boêmia e sabia muito bem sobre o que estava escrevendo. Mas ler suas obras  não é tarefa fácil. Dono de uma leitura dificílima, mas riquíssima&amp;nbsp;nos linguajar  da&amp;nbsp;malandragem, suas obras são iniciadas com dificuldade, mas&amp;nbsp;ao término de cada  conto, você se apega&amp;nbsp;à sensação de ter lido um gigante da literatura brasileira.  Esse João faz parte de outros marginais que também me fizeram amante dessa  literatura perdida e devassa&amp;nbsp;como o outro João, o do Rio e daquele outro que  além de maldito e ladrão também era&amp;nbsp;homossexual. Esse um quase João, um Jean  (Genet). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OwTeHaB1LD0/TpdLmz81vLI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/JdIg0nSOzf4/s1600/abracado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OwTeHaB1LD0/TpdLmz81vLI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/JdIg0nSOzf4/s1600/abracado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Só pretendo ser do jeito que estou lá na  certidão de nascimento. Senhorita Maria de Jesus, a que vai brilhar na noite do  Bar e Boate Primor. Dama." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;João Antonio em  Abraçado ao Meu Rancor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-1923776318219932449?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/1923776318219932449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=1923776318219932449&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1923776318219932449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1923776318219932449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/10/abracado-ao-meu-joao.html' title='Abraçado ao meu João.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OwTeHaB1LD0/TpdLmz81vLI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/JdIg0nSOzf4/s72-c/abracado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-1616585236296897673</id><published>2011-10-11T13:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T13:27:23.971-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Madâme de todos os góticos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Dqzd1p93FQ/TpRuNxo87_I/AAAAAAAAA6I/KRL9oetpguc/s1600/madamesatax.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Dqzd1p93FQ/TpRuNxo87_I/AAAAAAAAA6I/KRL9oetpguc/s320/madamesatax.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;A boa notícia da semana passada foi a  de que o lendário clube oitentista Madâme Satã será reaberto. A casa, que serviu  de palco para shows e espaço underground para se dançar, foi fechado pelo  CONTRU&amp;nbsp;há alguns anos. Pelo que andam especulando, os novos responsáveis pelo  lugar serão os mesmos que cuidam da noite indie paulistana: o DJ Club. Mesmo  sabendo que não seria a mesma coisa e que os frequentadores também não seriam os  mesmos, adoraria poder voltar ao local onde curti muita música boa com meus  amigos e minha inseparável Alessandra. O Madâme Satã, era o tipo de balada que o  povo ía para curtir e rever os amigos. O vinho (suave?) todos sabiam, era  batizado, o banheiro tosquíssimo, a iluminação feita através de velas e ainda  possuia uma jukebox onde as mesmas músicas eram tocadas over and over. As  paredes negras davam um charme, afinal, era uma casa "gótica" e a pista de  dança, ficava&amp;nbsp;literalmente no porão do casarão. Porém, mesmo com alguns desses  problemas, lá era o único local que eu ía para agitar X Mal, Cocteau Twins, Dead  Can Dance, Bauhaus, David Bowie, Bel Canto&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;e o que de mais legal existia no  cenário musical dos anos 80 e 90. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Essa foi uma&amp;nbsp;época em que a dúvida  sobre minha sexualidade já não existia mais e uma época em que ser gay, pelo  menos pra mim, era tão libertador quanto as letras das músicas escritas pelos  meus ídolos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/8696495171276096918-1616585236296897673?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/1616585236296897673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=1616585236296897673&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1616585236296897673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1616585236296897673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/10/madame-de-todos-os-goticos.html' title='A Madâme de todos os góticos.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Dqzd1p93FQ/TpRuNxo87_I/AAAAAAAAA6I/KRL9oetpguc/s72-c/madamesatax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-3380039311349726460</id><published>2011-10-10T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:50:17.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Notas Sobre um Escândalo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No sábado, conversava com dois dos mais amados amigos sobre listas, músicas e filmes, quando mencionei uma cena do filme "Notas Sobre um Escândalo" com Cate Blanchett ao qual sou muito fã. Na cena em questão , ela está em um estúdio que fica no quintal de sua casa com seu amante de 15 anos, e ele pega um vinil na mão e a câmera focaliza Kaleidoscope (1980), de Siouxsie and the Banshees. Ele então pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É bom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É um Clássico! Eles não ensinam nada para os jovens hoje em dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E ele tira o encarte de dentro da capa e olha a foto de Siouxsie Sioux e entrega à Cate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ela então olha para o encarte com nostalgia e tristeza e diz para si mesma:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"We all wanted to be her...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E de fundo está rolando "Dizzy" que não faz parte daquele disco, pois só fora lançado em 2002, mas que deixou a cena lindíssima, pois nos faz lembrar de uma época em que queríamos ser como os nossos ídolos e nos vestir como eles, mas como bem sabemos, as coisas acabam não sendo como gostaríamos e só nos resta as canções e lembranças que marcou uma época.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HntGd8cKRsY/TpMhPkNRfJI/AAAAAAAAA6E/zgWEaTMoSzM/s1600/3b840401c40c197d39acbfa5ffc06cb7_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HntGd8cKRsY/TpMhPkNRfJI/AAAAAAAAA6E/zgWEaTMoSzM/s320/3b840401c40c197d39acbfa5ffc06cb7_full.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem quiser ouvir a música é só clicar &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OM11HGaGTn8" style="background-color: blue;"&gt;AQUI!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-3380039311349726460?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/3380039311349726460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=3380039311349726460&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3380039311349726460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3380039311349726460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/10/notas-sobre-um-escandalo.html' title='Notas Sobre um Escândalo.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HntGd8cKRsY/TpMhPkNRfJI/AAAAAAAAA6E/zgWEaTMoSzM/s72-c/3b840401c40c197d39acbfa5ffc06cb7_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-6754999574208758923</id><published>2011-10-06T13:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:40:45.054-03:00</updated><title type='text'>War pain(t)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Raciocinem&amp;nbsp;comigo, banda phoda e  bombando no cenário musical com apenas quase dois anos&amp;nbsp;de existência, tocando  nos melhores festivais do mundo, &amp;nbsp;e daí vem um produtor dos infernos,&amp;nbsp;contrata  as meninas parar vir ao Brasil pela primeira vez&amp;nbsp;e sabe o que esse mesmo  produtor faz? As coloca numa festa completamente fechada do canal Multishow.  Provavelmente muitos convidados&amp;nbsp;celebridade que nem conhecem a banda ou ouviram  sequer uma música estarão bebendo gratuitamente e&amp;nbsp;desfilando seus olhares blazé  enquanto os verdadeiros fãs tentam a qualquer custo um par de ingressos para  desfrutar de uma oportunidade&amp;nbsp;que é ouvir a melhor banda do  momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Quer saber de uma coisa? Eu não  queria ir mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VÃO TOMAR NO&amp;nbsp;OLHO DOS&amp;nbsp;SEUS CÚS SEUS TOSCOS DO  CARALHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yOFxb0F2F2A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-6754999574208758923?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/6754999574208758923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=6754999574208758923&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6754999574208758923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6754999574208758923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/10/war-paint.html' title='War pain(t)'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yOFxb0F2F2A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-8345631839787827217</id><published>2011-10-05T14:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:25:02.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pussy Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Você, amigo viado e leitor desse  blog. Mentalize uma mulher feia. Mas feia mesmo. Do tipo o cão. Cabelo ruim,  magra, de andar largado, sem sex appeal algum,&amp;nbsp;literalmente cega de um olho (gente,  eu vou para o inferno, eu sei) e ainda usa um perfume desses&amp;nbsp; Avon muito fortes que  onde ela passa deixa clara sua presença. Captou, amiga leitora? Agora vou te contar a  bomba da semana passada&amp;nbsp;na empresa. Tá preparada? Tá sentada? Então sente-se  porque a coisa é pesada. Pois então,&amp;nbsp;ferramenteiro comeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Tá vendo essa pancada? Foi como me senti quando  recebi a informação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzwHj34H9Ys/ToyS4M1wNfI/AAAAAAAAA6A/qLywO77AXKc/s1600/%25286%2529.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzwHj34H9Ys/ToyS4M1wNfI/AAAAAAAAA6A/qLywO77AXKc/s1600/%25286%2529.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/8696495171276096918-8345631839787827217?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8345631839787827217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=8345631839787827217&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8345631839787827217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8345631839787827217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/10/pussy-control.html' title='Pussy Control'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzwHj34H9Ys/ToyS4M1wNfI/AAAAAAAAA6A/qLywO77AXKc/s72-c/%25286%2529.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4499536524696691210</id><published>2011-10-04T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T17:31:23.439-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Terra Chata.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGjsEgaO_Vg/TottAR9mSzI/AAAAAAAAA58/PLTNX9VR-9o/s1600/terra-nova-tv-show-poster-01-401x600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGjsEgaO_Vg/TottAR9mSzI/AAAAAAAAA58/PLTNX9VR-9o/s200/terra-nova-tv-show-poster-01-401x600.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Steven Spielberg é um cara chato! Fato. Seus filmes  possuem um apelo familiar que a cada dia fica mais elevado e difícil de engolir.  Em outrora, esses mesmos elementos eram colocados em tela de forma mais sutil,  fazendo com que&amp;nbsp;fôssem colocados em segundo plano como&amp;nbsp;aconteceu em&amp;nbsp;Tubarão. Ou  em Contatos Imediatos&amp;nbsp;do 3º Grau onde um pai se afasta da família por causa de  uma obsessão, mas tem o contraponto da mãe desesperada para reaver o filho, sua  única família. Com o tempo, ele foi ficando mais sentimental e politicamente  correto.&amp;nbsp;Agora Spielberg têm se aventurado na televisão. Duas de suas recentes  aventuras como produtor executivo foi em Falling Skies e a novíssima Terra Nova,  que vimos no último domingo. Não vou ficar explicando sobre do que se tratam as  duas porque o google tá aí pra isso, mas escrevo para dizer que ambas são séries  para a família. E são parecidíssimas. Embora uma trate de alienígenas e outra  sobre a reconstrução de um planeta, o foco de ambas é a família. E daí, o  negócio é só ladeira abaixo. Acrescente todos os clichês possíveis: família que  precisa continuar unida, o patriarca bonitão, os filhos lindos e seus interesses  românticos, a relação difícil de pai e filho, a colônia construída com a idéia  da sobrevivência, a outra turma foragida que não concorda com as decisões do  lado de cá e acabam criando um outra colônia, o filho menor e insuportável e daí  carregue no drama e na música orquestrada quando quiser arrancar lágrimas do  público. Porém, não quero tirar o mérito de seu trabalho, já que o homem fez  clássicos como o já citado Tubarão, A Cor Púrpura, Encurralado, entre alguns  outros. Assim como aconteceu com Falling Skies, vamos continuar assistindo para  ver onde vai dar. Infelizmente o público&amp;nbsp;americano precisa dessas relações com  seus programas, mas eu ainda prefiro sua incursão em algo muito melhor e mais  estranho, porém que não teve muita sorte em sua sobrevivência The United States  of Tara. Essa sim uma série que valia a pena assistir&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/8696495171276096918-4499536524696691210?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4499536524696691210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4499536524696691210&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4499536524696691210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4499536524696691210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/10/terra-chata.html' title='Terra Chata.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGjsEgaO_Vg/TottAR9mSzI/AAAAAAAAA58/PLTNX9VR-9o/s72-c/terra-nova-tv-show-poster-01-401x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-8794427611673595754</id><published>2011-10-03T10:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:22:48.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What I Mean (sis).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jikn-3Z4g0M/Tom2_abFhVI/AAAAAAAAA54/089Mrs0NVr8/s1600/abba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jikn-3Z4g0M/Tom2_abFhVI/AAAAAAAAA54/089Mrs0NVr8/s320/abba.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sexta-feira passada, mais ou menos  umas 15h00 recebo uma mensagem de David Xepa me convidando a ir à Cantho&amp;nbsp;para  o&amp;nbsp;especial do ABBA. Primeiramente recusei porque não gosto dessa boate e não  iria querer pagar R$ 20,00 de entrada. Mas ele me lembrou sobre a lista vip&amp;nbsp;e  havia me esquecido que na mesma manhã, havia recebido um email com a qual eu  poderia entrar de graça. E lá fomos nós, Melo se recusou, pois estava cansado.  David chegou em casa umas 22h30,&amp;nbsp;fizemos um esquenta até às 23h30 e fomos cair  no mundo, ou&amp;nbsp;no melhor local gay de Sampa: o Arouche.&amp;nbsp;Aguardamos&amp;nbsp;um pouco na  entrada para ver o movimento e resolvemos então arriscar. Demos de cara com uma  pista vazia e algumas pessoas encostadas no bar. O motivo da calmaria da boate  foi porque as pobres precisam entrar até a 1h00 para não pagar entrada, ou seja,  só tinha as feias por ali com excessão de nós que somos dois modelos de  perfeição, como diz meu amigo Richard. Pedimos nossos bons drink e ficamos  analisando o local. Música dos anos 80 rolava de fundo e a gente&amp;nbsp;se  divertindo&amp;nbsp;das nossas histórias e das roupas das gays ali presentes. E tome mais  cachaça. E a casa foi enchendo e na pista, uma nova seleção de músicas, porém  agora, anos 90. Pegamos mais bebidas e corremos para&amp;nbsp;dançar. E daí pra frente  dançamos&amp;nbsp;a noite inteira. Nos perdemos,&amp;nbsp;nos achamos e tome mais St. Remy,  Caipirinha e&amp;nbsp;Absolut.&amp;nbsp;E começa então o show de Silvetty Montilla. Depois de um  hiato sem vê-la&amp;nbsp;no palco&amp;nbsp;foi maravilhoso poder rir das palhaçadas da diva. Sim,  porque Silvetty é uma diva gay. E então começa o especial do Abba. E cantamos em  uníssono Mamma Mia, Gimme Gimme Gimme - A Man After Midnight (as bichinhas mais  novas deveriam ter achado que iria rolar Hung Up), The Winner Takes It All,  Voulez-Vous que pra mim foi o grande momento da noite, Dancing Queen e  outras.&amp;nbsp;Saí de lá rouco, cansado, bêbado e só posso dizer que, nossa noite  terminou literalmente com os dois sentados num banco do Arouche, comendo Ana  Maria&amp;nbsp;enquanto deixávamos o álcool sair dos nossos corpos. Defintivamente uma  noite para ser lembrada. E mais uma vez, a certeza de ter encontrado um grande  amigo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-8794427611673595754?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8794427611673595754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=8794427611673595754&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8794427611673595754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8794427611673595754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-know-what-i-mean-sis.html' title='You Know What I Mean (sis).'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jikn-3Z4g0M/Tom2_abFhVI/AAAAAAAAA54/089Mrs0NVr8/s72-c/abba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-3417286786100650975</id><published>2011-09-29T15:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T15:11:48.817-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bórgias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje terminei de ler Bórgia, lançado em 4 volumes pela editora Conrad. A HQ, tem como roteirista Alajandro Jodorowsky e como acompanhante, o italiano Milo Manara, desenhista erótico que coloca em prática a história dos Bórgias. Rodrigo Bórgia foi o papa Alexandre VI (1492-1503) e durante seu papado o Vaticano nunca esteve tão afundado em corrupções, mortes e adultérios. Manara empresta aqui seus famosos traços onde a podridão e luxúria são companhias perfeitas para os corpos sedentos de sexo e poder. Confesso ter achado o roteiro um pouco exagerado, abusando das licenças poéticas, e deixando de mostrar o destino de personagens importantes por causa da pressa em terminá-la. Mas ainda assim, ler essas linhas através dos desenhos de Manara, vale qualquer minuto do seu tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já que estou falando sobre os Bórgias, esse ano, assistimos a adaptação feita pelo canal Showtime (The Tudors) também sobre a família. A série criada por Neil Jordan (Traídos pelo Desejo) também se aplica a mostrar traições, ambição, incesto e poder e é interpretado por um Jeremy Irons incrivelmente assustador. Mas há algo faltando. Não quero dizer que não seja boa, ela é, mas não há embates teológicos e profundidade quando se fala em religião. Em uma época em que a igreja era o alicerce do mundo e a religião católica ditava o comportamento das pessoas, acho que poderia ter sido mais intensa. Nesse caso, talvez Bórgia de Tom Fontana, tenha um resultado superior. Bórgia, era para ser uma minissérie de 13 episódios, mas acabou se transformando em série. Produzida por Tom Fontana, que criou a prisional OZ, ela está para estrear no dia 03 de outubro e se trata de uma produção francesa, embora falada em inglês. Em OZ, Fontana sabia misturar violência com religião muito bem e sem perder a mão. Espero que essa experiência seja mostrada de forma mais competente com a qual Neil Jordan não o fez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1FnzWb2WMiE/ToS0fRluJvI/AAAAAAAAA50/SANX8YohoJQ/s1600/borgia8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1FnzWb2WMiE/ToS0fRluJvI/AAAAAAAAA50/SANX8YohoJQ/s320/borgia8.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&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/8696495171276096918-3417286786100650975?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/3417286786100650975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=3417286786100650975&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3417286786100650975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3417286786100650975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/09/borgias.html' title='Bórgias.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1FnzWb2WMiE/ToS0fRluJvI/AAAAAAAAA50/SANX8YohoJQ/s72-c/borgia8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-6078289133814966174</id><published>2011-09-26T14:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T14:11:54.515-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscelânea Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Dia desses &lt;a href="http://pampublikong.blogspot.com/2011/09/will-you-still-love-me-tomorrow.html"&gt;Edú&lt;/a&gt; pediu que seus amigos  fizessem uma playslist de 10 músicas que ele pudesse baixar e&amp;nbsp;fazer uma  miscelânia de estilos. Eu como sou viciado em música e em compartilhar coisas,  adorei! O difícil&amp;nbsp;foi escolher apenas 10 sendo que diversas&amp;nbsp;bandas tiveram que  ficar de fora.&amp;nbsp;Quer dizer, ficaram nada. Aqui vou postar apenas as solicitadas,  mas um cd com outras tantas já estão sendo preparadas, afinal,&amp;nbsp;ele merece.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;1 - Daft Punk - Veridis  Quo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;2 - M83 - Midnight City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;3 - Sigur Rós -  Hoppípolla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;4 - Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian - Fox in  the Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;5 - Travis - Why Does It Rain on  Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;6 - Akron Family - Don't be Afraid  You're Already Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;7 - Beirut - Rip Tide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;8 - Massive Attack -  Teardrop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;9 - The Cure - Plainsong  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;10&amp;nbsp;- Sia - Clap Your  Hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QNVVX-m-oSw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Para quem tiver tempo, vejam  a&amp;nbsp;harmonia e perfeição dessa apresentação do Sigur Rós no programa britânico  Later With Jools Holland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/8696495171276096918-6078289133814966174?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/6078289133814966174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=6078289133814966174&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6078289133814966174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6078289133814966174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/09/miscelanea-musical.html' title='Miscelânea Musical'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QNVVX-m-oSw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-8360074860406229077</id><published>2011-09-23T10:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:56:25.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre Nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1WQ9BWljAw/TnyP7XEDiII/AAAAAAAAA5w/skeWR8JaX7g/s1600/entre%252Bnos%252Bcontos%252Bsobre%252Bhomossexualidade%252Bbage%252Brs%252Bbrasil__664EF3_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1WQ9BWljAw/TnyP7XEDiII/AAAAAAAAA5w/skeWR8JaX7g/s1600/entre%252Bnos%252Bcontos%252Bsobre%252Bhomossexualidade%252Bbage%252Brs%252Bbrasil__664EF3_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa semana terminei de ler "Entre Nós", coletânea de contos que abordam a homossexualidade nos últimos 150 anos e organizada pelo escritor Luiz Ruffalo. O bacana dessas miscelâneas é descobrir autores que você ainda não teve o prazer de ler. É o caso Dinah Silveira com o seu delicioso "A Moralista" ou "Ruiva" de Júlio César Monteiro Martins, esse, um retrato sobre uma travesti recém chegada a São Paulo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O livro também contêm escritores renomados e que de maneira sutil despejam o tema com a classe que os consagraram. Machado de Assis, Rubem Fonseca e Lygia Fagundes Telles com o maravilhoso "Uma Branca Sombra Pálida" um dos melhores do livro. Mas não é só de elogios que eu lhes escrevo esse texto, pois alguns escritores igualmente conhecidos também me deixaram sem qualquer vontade de conhecer suas obras. Hilda Hirst não me convenceu com seu "Rútilos" e muito menos Moreira Campos e seu "Irmã Cibele". No entanto, os grandes nomes da literatura gay nos enche os olhos com sua eterna colaboração para com a nossa história. Os já clássicos "Sargento Garcia" de Caio Fernando Abreu, João Silvério Trevisan e seu "Interlúdio em São Vicente" e João do Rio com "Gente Feliz" e sua malandragem, que as vezes me lembra outro João - o Antonio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No geral, é um bom livro, com seus altos e baixos.  Alguns contos são incríveis, enquanto outros, só estão ali para preencherem páginas. Melo estaria melhor representado com suas histórias de perdas e amores perdidos. Quem sabe num futuro próximo, muito próximo.&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/8696495171276096918-8360074860406229077?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8360074860406229077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=8360074860406229077&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8360074860406229077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8360074860406229077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/09/entre-nos.html' title='Entre Nós'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y1WQ9BWljAw/TnyP7XEDiII/AAAAAAAAA5w/skeWR8JaX7g/s72-c/entre%252Bnos%252Bcontos%252Bsobre%252Bhomossexualidade%252Bbage%252Brs%252Bbrasil__664EF3_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-8384331680595757344</id><published>2011-09-22T09:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T09:03:27.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Liz and Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;É como se fôsse a primeira vez que eu  ouço sua voz. Como se você me tocasse com sua fala e me fizesse aterrizar em  pensamentos apaixonados. Cada acorde é como um novo toque, cada batida é meu  coração em descoberta, cada chilrear é como o primeiro beijo e mesmo já te  conhecendo, é como se nunca tivesse te encontrado. Quero tê-la marcada na minha  pele para sempre, mesmo que a idade não me deixe tão atraente quanto antes.  Bastará o meu sentimento por ti. E esse irá perdurar para sempre. Sempre você e  eu...Liz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Para quem não sabe, Elizabeth Fraser ou Liz Fraser é a vocalista dos Cocteau Twins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1EJRARx7EuU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;, I will stay focused&lt;br /&gt;When the thoughts do  land&lt;br /&gt;It's positive reinforcement&lt;br /&gt;This sense of movement&lt;br /&gt;This place,  enjoy it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;It gives me a new sense of progress&lt;br /&gt;Tells me I've  got capacity to improve&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will stay focused&lt;br /&gt;When the thoughts do  land&lt;br /&gt;This place, enjoy it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;This place, enjoy it &lt;br /&gt;(Enjoy it)&lt;br /&gt;Because  &lt;br /&gt;The wheel turned &lt;br /&gt;(The wheel turned)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;This place, enjoy it &lt;br /&gt;(It's your turn)&lt;br /&gt;Because  &lt;br /&gt;The wheel turned &lt;br /&gt;(The wheel turned, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;This place, enjoy it &lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;br /&gt;(The wheel  turned, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;The wheel turned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-8384331680595757344?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8384331680595757344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=8384331680595757344&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8384331680595757344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8384331680595757344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/09/liz-and-me.html' title='Liz and Me.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1EJRARx7EuU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-1951270403939596029</id><published>2011-09-20T17:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:25:34.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o amor e como fugimos ao controle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9It97E_Svjw/Tnj14pTurYI/AAAAAAAAA5s/FcAQrCAjoGg/s1600/carrington1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9It97E_Svjw/Tnj14pTurYI/AAAAAAAAA5s/FcAQrCAjoGg/s320/carrington1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've had a letter from Roger...he's not getting down next week..hes says i let  him mean too much to me, he says i repressed him.&amp;nbsp; He's right of course...one  doesn't intend to let it get out of hand but then it does...and there's this  blackness....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recebi uma carta de Roger, ele não  virá na semana que vem...disse que permiti que ele significasse demais para  mim..que o reprimo. E ele está certo, claro...nunca desejamos que as coisas  desandem mas, elas acabam por desandar...e então vem essa  escuridão....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Diálogo de Jonathan Pryce como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lytton Strachey em Carrington - Dias de Paixão. Um dos filmes da minha vida e dedicada a um amigo. &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/8696495171276096918-1951270403939596029?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/1951270403939596029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=1951270403939596029&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1951270403939596029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1951270403939596029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/09/sobre-o-amor-e-como-fugimos-ao-controle.html' title='Sobre o amor e como fugimos ao controle.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9It97E_Svjw/Tnj14pTurYI/AAAAAAAAA5s/FcAQrCAjoGg/s72-c/carrington1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-1415020948687662356</id><published>2011-09-19T14:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:14:56.681-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Llorando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="floatright"&gt; &lt;div class="moreleft"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tá, estamos&amp;nbsp;pobres, completamente fudidos e com  contas&amp;nbsp;a pagar. Mas daí, você chega no trabalho numa segunda-feira dos infernos  e percebe que há um email do site oficial de&amp;nbsp;uma das suas bandas favoritas na  sua caixa de entrada, o Sigur Rós, e o que você faz quando vê isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="moreleft"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxxswLRos78/Tnd4Q3cLCgI/AAAAAAAAA5o/-wmnZ-YJJvA/s1600/sigur-ros-inni-special-edition.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxxswLRos78/Tnd4Q3cLCgI/AAAAAAAAA5o/-wmnZ-YJJvA/s320/sigur-ros-inni-special-edition.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="moreleft"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="moreleft"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Inni Limited Special Edition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="disclaimer"&gt;This edition is packaged in a 7" x 7" x 1" box, printed  inside and containing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="moreleft"&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;An exclusive and unique-to-each-box artefact from the show itself in a  numbered, printed envelope  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One-sided 7" coloured vinyl with unreleased track "Lúppulagið", with etching  on reverse.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 x DVD - 75 min. HD feature in 5.1 Dolby Audio + 4 bonus performances. (box  will include both NTSC and PAL formats).  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 x Blu-Ray Disc - 75 min. HD feature in 5.1 Dolby Audio + 4 bonus  performances  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;instant download of 'e-bow' mp3  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DVD exclusive 5 minute short "Klippa"  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 x CD - Double live album  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All discs are housed in a printed 7" sized 4 panel slitpack  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black opaque envelope with 10 pieces of A6 light sensitive paper with  instructions and special url for posting your homemade images to the  sigur-ros.co.uk website  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 x 7" sized photographic prints  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enamel "INNI" pin badge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="floatright"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="floatright"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chora! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/8696495171276096918-1415020948687662356?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/1415020948687662356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=1415020948687662356&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1415020948687662356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1415020948687662356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/09/llorando.html' title='Llorando...'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxxswLRos78/Tnd4Q3cLCgI/AAAAAAAAA5o/-wmnZ-YJJvA/s72-c/sigur-ros-inni-special-edition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-2166358085255031080</id><published>2011-09-16T11:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T11:21:11.781-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Even in Dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quinta-feira&amp;nbsp;15/09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5h50 min&lt;/b&gt;. Levantei  para ir trabalhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8h00&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Subi para  o&amp;nbsp;escritório&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12h00 ás 13h00&lt;/b&gt;  Almoçei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18h00&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fui  embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19h20&lt;/b&gt; Cheguei em  casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21h00&lt;/b&gt; Tomei  Banho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21h45&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fui  ao&amp;nbsp;festival Fourfest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22h30 &lt;/b&gt;Foi a hora que  chegamos ao Clash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23h15&lt;/b&gt; min. Entra  para tocar a banda nacional Some Community (Chato pra caralho!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;00h00&lt;/b&gt; Foi quando o  Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti&amp;nbsp;subiu ao palco&amp;nbsp;(O único momento phoda foi quando  tocaram &lt;b&gt;Round and Round&lt;/b&gt; - o resto me deu sono).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1h20 min&lt;/b&gt;. Entra a  banda que eu fui pra ver The Pains of Being Pure at Heart (foi phoda do começo  ao fim,&amp;nbsp;mas me pergunto, como deixaram&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Higher Than the Stars&lt;/b&gt; e  &lt;b&gt;Too Touch &lt;/b&gt;de fora?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2h30&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;O show  terminou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3h00 &lt;/b&gt;Chegamos em  casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3h20&lt;/b&gt; Fomos  dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5h50 &lt;/b&gt;min. Levantei  para ir trabalhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8h00&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Subi para  o&amp;nbsp;escritório&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12h00&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;às  13h00 &lt;/b&gt;Almoço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17h00&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Irei  embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18h20&lt;/b&gt; Chegarei em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18h30&lt;/b&gt; Comerei algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22h00&lt;/b&gt; Começaremos com bons drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23h30&lt;/b&gt; Irei com Melo e amigos para o ABC  Bailão e&amp;nbsp;sabe Deus que horas finalmente irei dormir direito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mK_0xzGqreU/TnNbI23t0TI/AAAAAAAAA5k/TKNC2VPH2Ss/s1600/curiosidades-sono-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mK_0xzGqreU/TnNbI23t0TI/AAAAAAAAA5k/TKNC2VPH2Ss/s320/curiosidades-sono-02.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-2166358085255031080?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/2166358085255031080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=2166358085255031080&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2166358085255031080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2166358085255031080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/09/even-in-dreams.html' title='Even in Dreams.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mK_0xzGqreU/TnNbI23t0TI/AAAAAAAAA5k/TKNC2VPH2Ss/s72-c/curiosidades-sono-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-9180275362793558746</id><published>2011-09-15T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T16:42:30.978-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Esse ano me apaixonei por uma mulher.  Uma mulher curvilínea, linda e de sotaque britânico.&amp;nbsp;Eu a vi pela primeira vez  na tv. Respectivamente em&amp;nbsp;"The&amp;nbsp;Hour" e "The Crimson Petal and White".  Ambas&amp;nbsp;foram&amp;nbsp;feitas pela BBC. Ambas&amp;nbsp;são protagonizadas pela mesma atriz: Romola  Garai - minha nova musa. Em The Hour, Romola faz o papel de Bel Rowley,  produtora de um programa semanal jornalístico com o mesmo nome. Algumas pessoas  dizem que a série é sua resposta britânica para Mad Men, pois ambas são  ambientadas entre os anos 50/60. Quem me lê sabe que Mad Men é pra mim uma das  10 melhores séries já feitas e The Hour, segue para o mesmo caminho. Em meio a  políticagem, assassinatos, traição e sexo, ela&amp;nbsp;acompanha a vida de Bel, Fred,  Hector e os acontecimentos importantes da época. Um prato cheio para quem gosta  de programas sérios e inteligentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vo3OsTW3_kQ/TnJU2P3UHMI/AAAAAAAAA5g/5_Tzsuxw03s/s1600/bel_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vo3OsTW3_kQ/TnJU2P3UHMI/AAAAAAAAA5g/5_Tzsuxw03s/s320/bel_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Já The Crimson Petal and White, é na  verdade uma minissérie de 4 capítulos, e é o que de melhor foi produzido&amp;nbsp;em  2011. Aqui,&amp;nbsp;ela faz o papel de uma prostituta de nome sugestivo - Sugar.  Inteligente e sedutora, ela&amp;nbsp;faz de seus encontros uma forma de extravasar sua  visão sobre a sociedade e sobre os homens. A minissérie acompanha seus  personagens e&amp;nbsp;sua sexualidade&amp;nbsp;na era&amp;nbsp;vitoriana através de triller um psicológico  e completamente hipnotizante. E tudo embalado numa trilha sonora que se encaixa  perfeitamente com a lluxúria e&amp;nbsp;o&amp;nbsp;gótico de Londres.&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/8696495171276096918-9180275362793558746?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/9180275362793558746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=9180275362793558746&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/9180275362793558746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/9180275362793558746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/09/muse.html' title='Muse...'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vo3OsTW3_kQ/TnJU2P3UHMI/AAAAAAAAA5g/5_Tzsuxw03s/s72-c/bel_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-5390928084485026744</id><published>2011-09-14T11:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:48:07.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bora falar de música?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto o mundo cai de 4 pelo som dos The Vaccines, outras bandas tão  boas quanto, ficam a deriva e à procura de algum reconhecimento. Há um tempo,  ouvi Vaccines e não me entusiasmei nem um pouco. Tirando "All in White" que é  bonita, esse &lt;span class="tl"&gt;What Did You Expect from the Vaccines?&lt;/span&gt; passou  pelo meu ipod sem nenhuma vontade de colocar no repeat. No entanto, outras  bandas que&amp;nbsp;também estão debutando, oferecem mais&amp;nbsp;qualidade e maturidade à cena  musical. The Rumours Said Fire, &amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;saiu da Dinamarca,&amp;nbsp;o Young the Giant dos  Estados Unidos, Two Door Cinema Club da Irlanda (que é a mais reconhecida no  momento), &amp;nbsp;entre outras. Mas eu tenho um grande problema com bandas que viraram  hype antes mesmo de ter o 1º disco lançado. Tirando uma ou outra música, nunca  gostei muito de Franz Ferdinand, Arctic Monkeys e&amp;nbsp;Libertines.&amp;nbsp;Sempre as  considerei overrated. Mas darei uma segunda chance, pois meus amigos do Dois  Perdidos e Reginaldo encheram o disco de elogios. E se tem uma coisa que  eles&amp;nbsp;conhecem&amp;nbsp;é boa música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eis o&amp;nbsp;vídeo da  canção "Passion" do The Rumours Said Fire. Essa banda dinamarquesa faz um som  indie com uma pitada folk que lembra canções irlandesas. Seu primeiro CD  "Arrogant" (lindaço do começo ao fim) conseguiu fazer o que&amp;nbsp; os Vaccines não  conseguiram,&amp;nbsp;que eu&amp;nbsp;apertasse o&amp;nbsp;repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UEs_zsGI_Vw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-5390928084485026744?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/5390928084485026744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=5390928084485026744&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5390928084485026744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5390928084485026744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/09/bora-falar-de-musica.html' title='Bora falar de música?'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UEs_zsGI_Vw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-2896774871661068121</id><published>2011-09-12T13:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T13:36:47.975-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Além da Linha Vermelha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0rYPtnz5IAc/Tm41AMbzZII/AAAAAAAAA5c/xMz6rY5Pvbw/s1600/alemdalinhavermelha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0rYPtnz5IAc/Tm41AMbzZII/AAAAAAAAA5c/xMz6rY5Pvbw/s200/alemdalinhavermelha.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esses dias no telecine&amp;nbsp;estava  passando na tv &lt;strong&gt;Além da Linha Vermelha&lt;/strong&gt; de Terrence Malick.  Trata-se de um filme sobre a 2ª guerra ao qual se travava uma batalha para  impedir o avanço dos japoneses em Guadalcanal. Lembro de tê-lo visto no cinema  acompanhado de um amigo que&amp;nbsp;odiou. Uma pena, já que quando se fala em filmes de  guerra, pensamos logo no melodrama de Pearl Harbor ou no patriotismo exacerbado  de Spielberg&amp;nbsp;com&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;O Resgate do Soldado&amp;nbsp;Ryan.&lt;/b&gt; Essse&amp;nbsp;inclusive, foi lançado no  mesmo ano que &lt;b&gt;Além da Linha Vermelha&lt;/b&gt;, mas sem conter a poesia deste. O filme se  apóia no contemplativo e nos sentimentos dos soldados.&amp;nbsp;Quando digo sobre a  contemplação, não quero dizê-lo como um filme "de guerra" e sim sobre "a guerra"  e a forma como a batalha interfere na vida daqueles jovens e nas lembranças que  deixaram para trás. Em quase toda&amp;nbsp;cena, há música orquestrada e conduzida  lindamente por Hans Zimmer e isso&amp;nbsp;me vem a lembrança a bela imagem de um Willem  Dafoe sendo alvejado em câmera lenta ao som de "Adagio for Strings" de Samuel  Barber em &lt;strong&gt;Platoon&lt;/strong&gt;, outro memorável filme&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-2896774871661068121?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/2896774871661068121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=2896774871661068121&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2896774871661068121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2896774871661068121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/09/alem-da-linha-vermelha.html' title='Além da Linha Vermelha'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0rYPtnz5IAc/Tm41AMbzZII/AAAAAAAAA5c/xMz6rY5Pvbw/s72-c/alemdalinhavermelha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-6617189319960933534</id><published>2011-09-06T09:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T09:58:04.368-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay gold ponyboy, stay gold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje eu não falo nada, ou melhor,  falo bastante. Mas deixo o Serginho do JED com todo o mérito de uma deliciosa  entrevista que foi difícil de sair, mas que finalmente aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Eis &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://justoedigno.blogspot.com/2011/09/wans-ou-ponyboy-curtis.html"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; o caminho dos tijolos amarelos para  OZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wr7OvC_5IQ8/TmYXZ8OgvOI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/feVstmycZ44/s1600/wans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wr7OvC_5IQ8/TmYXZ8OgvOI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/feVstmycZ44/s320/wans.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &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/8696495171276096918-6617189319960933534?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/6617189319960933534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=6617189319960933534&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6617189319960933534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6617189319960933534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/09/stay-gold-ponyboy-stay-gold.html' title='Stay gold ponyboy, stay gold.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wr7OvC_5IQ8/TmYXZ8OgvOI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/feVstmycZ44/s72-c/wans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-3060894806900866233</id><published>2011-09-02T09:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T09:20:32.007-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque hoje é sexta-feira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Já estou com meu ingresso pra ver o Festival Terra  e&amp;nbsp;o FourFest. Ainda terei que desembolsar uma grana para ver&amp;nbsp;em outubro&amp;nbsp;o  Warpaint e meu coração quase parou com essa &lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/ilustrada/969037-cantora-sade-confirma-tres-shows-no-brasil-em-outubro.shtml" style="color: red;"&gt;notícia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Alguém aí tem idéia de como vai ser&amp;nbsp;uma carnificina  maior que o festival Terra para comprar ingresso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;E hoje como é sexta-feira, é dia de música boa.  Deixo então a&amp;nbsp;diva para vocês.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EI8ppnEJVAg" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-3060894806900866233?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/3060894806900866233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=3060894806900866233&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3060894806900866233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3060894806900866233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/09/porque-hoje-e-sexta-feira.html' title='Porque hoje é sexta-feira...'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EI8ppnEJVAg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-1464207981757778055</id><published>2011-09-01T13:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T09:19:06.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wlaking Dead - a série.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;The Walking Dead - a série - é  fantástica, ponto.&amp;nbsp;Principalmente para quem ainda não leu os quadrinhos. Ela é  bem feita, quase fiel a obra original e percebemos cada centavo gasto na  produçao dos episódios. Porém, acredito que durante os seis episódios&amp;nbsp;feitos  para&amp;nbsp;a primeira temporada a série foi perdendo qualidade, principalmente nos  episódios finais. Sei que no geral não podemos ficar comparando o original&amp;nbsp;com  adaptação, mas aquele episódio final em que o médico conta no ouvido de Rick  algo que o deixou em estado de alerta foi muito pouco pelo que se viu na HQ. Ou  melhor, aquele final foi preguiçoso perto da maestria que se esconde por trás  das histórias. Mas se depender do trailer de divulgação da 2ª temporada, muita  coisa vai acontecer. A cena da rodovia&amp;nbsp;é maravilhosa e confesso ter chorado no  final quando surgem a fazenda de Hershel e sua filha Maggie. Coisa de fã.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1OZ0mu8Ey6A" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-1464207981757778055?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/1464207981757778055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=1464207981757778055&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1464207981757778055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1464207981757778055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/09/walking-dead-serie-e-fantastica-ponto.html' title='The Wlaking Dead - a série.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1OZ0mu8Ey6A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-6073155049663995973</id><published>2011-08-31T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T14:26:57.964-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tormenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh God, saiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wjxsF9MMWks/Tl5uEAv2IGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/rT-CS4CJqWE/s1600/A-Tormenta-de-Espadas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wjxsF9MMWks/Tl5uEAv2IGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/rT-CS4CJqWE/s1600/A-Tormenta-de-Espadas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;884 Páginas e o destino das casas Stark, Lannister, Greyjoy e outras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-6073155049663995973?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/6073155049663995973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=6073155049663995973&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6073155049663995973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6073155049663995973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/08/tormenta.html' title='A Tormenta'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wjxsF9MMWks/Tl5uEAv2IGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/rT-CS4CJqWE/s72-c/A-Tormenta-de-Espadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-3620898830359722836</id><published>2011-08-24T11:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T15:20:33.894-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walking Dead - A HQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUqUhaltAN4/TlUQNIro9HI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/85qRdVw9OXM/s1600/Walkingdead1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUqUhaltAN4/TlUQNIro9HI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/85qRdVw9OXM/s320/Walkingdead1.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Quando meu amigo Márcio me indicou  para ler Os Mortos Vivos há mais de 4 anos, nunca pensei se tratar de algo tão  genial. Aqui no Brasil, haviam&amp;nbsp;2 edições lançadas sendo que cada uma continham&amp;nbsp;6  histórias. Para você ter uma idéia, lá fora, eles estão na edição de nº&amp;nbsp;90. E em  todo esse tempo, raramente a qualidade dessas histórias decai. Aqui no Brasil,  os quadrinhos são lançados pela HQ Maniacs que já provou toda falta de respeito  com seus leitores. Edições chegaram a demorar anos para serem lançadas e até  agora não saímos da 5ª. Sendo assim, quando fiz minha viagem no ano passado,  resolvi comprar a versão em inglês e não ficar refém dessa&amp;nbsp;palhaçada. Já com  minha edição em mãos, a cada final de história, estava com sede de mais. E fui  comprando&amp;nbsp;à medida que saía la fora. E só melhora a cada arco. Personagens que a  gente&amp;nbsp;se apega&amp;nbsp;morrem sem tempo&amp;nbsp;para lamentações, afinal,&amp;nbsp;os zumbis  estão&amp;nbsp;infectados ou os infecctados seriam todos nós os vivos? Será que  estaríamos realmente vivos? Muitas dessas perguntas são lançadas e estou a  espera de respostas. Minha edição "No Way Out" que contêm&amp;nbsp;as histórias de 79&amp;nbsp;à  84&amp;nbsp; já fora encomendada e mal posso esperar para saber o desfecho daquelas  pessoas presas dentro do condomínio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Não quis falar muito mais&amp;nbsp;porque sei que muita gente tá  acompanhando a&amp;nbsp;série e não quero estragar nenhuma surpresa, mas amanhã eu falo  um pouco&amp;nbsp;a respeito dessa adaptação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-3620898830359722836?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/3620898830359722836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=3620898830359722836&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3620898830359722836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/3620898830359722836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/08/walking-dead-hq.html' title='The Walking Dead - A HQ'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUqUhaltAN4/TlUQNIro9HI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/85qRdVw9OXM/s72-c/Walkingdead1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4595155664865563728</id><published>2011-08-23T10:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T10:57:53.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Autobosta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zaOf0IzrBRg/TlOxUxqKN-I/AAAAAAAAA5M/5h_9_JZ_968/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zaOf0IzrBRg/TlOxUxqKN-I/AAAAAAAAA5M/5h_9_JZ_968/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Lá&amp;nbsp;em meados dos anos 90, quando ainda não existia essa moda de  reviver épocas,&amp;nbsp;surgia&amp;nbsp;o projeto&amp;nbsp;Autobah.&amp;nbsp;Esse projeto nasceu para festejar o  que os anos 80 representou para muita gente tanto visual quanto musicalmente.  &amp;nbsp;Cheguei a frenquenta-la por alguns anos e achava super bacana, porém,&amp;nbsp;com o  tempo, perdeu-se um pouco o brilho.&amp;nbsp;Lembro de ter voltado&amp;nbsp;em 2003 e perceber que  o público ali era outro.&amp;nbsp;Acabou se tornando&amp;nbsp;um&amp;nbsp;local para burgueses. Lá, você  não podia entrar de boné&amp;nbsp;e bermuda. Eles não queriam que o ambiente&amp;nbsp;fôsse "sujo"  com tais estilos. Seu público alvo eram principalmente héterossexuais com gosto  "eclético". Os anos 80 que rola na festa e que seu público&amp;nbsp;vai para dançar&amp;nbsp;é  aquele que fez sucesso nas rádios e telenovelas da época. Não que as  músicas&amp;nbsp;sejam ruins, pelo contrário, se tornaram&amp;nbsp;hinos. Mas é que ir à uma  balada e ouvir a mesma programação incansavelmente como se uma fita basf rolasse  no toca fitas é difícil&amp;nbsp;. Da última vez que estive lá, há mais ou menos 2 anos,  não pude deixar de perceber que eram praticamente as mesmas canções de quando  visitei há 6 anos. Eu sei que muitas pessoas aqui gostam dos clássicos e hits.  Eu também gosto e já dancei muito,&amp;nbsp;mas&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;tal colocar o disco no lado B? Não  tenho mais saco para ir&amp;nbsp;à uma balada e dançar Friday I'm in Love, Bizarre Love  Triangle,&amp;nbsp; Tainded Love, Candy e&amp;nbsp;Losing my Religion. Já que essas músicas eram  tão incríveis e tão perfeitas, porque outras&amp;nbsp;igualmente incríveis não são  tocadas?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Posso estar sendo radical e até arrogante,&amp;nbsp;mas acho que para uma época  tão influente e&amp;nbsp;rica musicalmente,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;esses djs estão tocando como se estivessem  na década errada. &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/8696495171276096918-4595155664865563728?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4595155664865563728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4595155664865563728&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4595155664865563728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4595155664865563728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/08/autobosta.html' title='Autobosta.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zaOf0IzrBRg/TlOxUxqKN-I/AAAAAAAAA5M/5h_9_JZ_968/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4404523201197497926</id><published>2011-08-19T13:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T13:47:58.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque hoje é sexta-feira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Jamais me convidem a ir ao Autobahn (em breve post sobre o projeto)  ou&amp;nbsp;visitar essas festas chamadas Ploc, Trash 80 e afins. Se tem coisa que eu  odeio&amp;nbsp;são&amp;nbsp;locais temáticos intitulados &lt;strong&gt;trash&lt;/strong&gt;. Não venham  me&amp;nbsp;chamar para me divertir ao som de Sidney Magal, Roberto Leal, Rosana e coisas  do tipo porque não rola. Música precisa ser apreciada e curtida.&amp;nbsp;E sempre levei  muito a sério. Portanto, como hoje é sexta-feira, é dia de música boa aqui no  bewilde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vgrSiVpS6gs" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-4404523201197497926?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4404523201197497926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4404523201197497926&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4404523201197497926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4404523201197497926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/08/porque-hoje-e-sexta-feira_19.html' title='Porque hoje é sexta-feira...'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vgrSiVpS6gs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-2682130393802935080</id><published>2011-08-18T10:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T10:38:51.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Saimon Chow, nascido em Hong Kong é um artista  multimidea&amp;nbsp;que fez um belo trabalho com uma série chamada "Summer of  Love".&amp;nbsp;Algumas pessoas se sentiram ofendidas dizendo que se tratava de uma obra  que incita à zoofilia. Eu não vejo nada de errado com essas fotos. Vejo na  verdade, amor. Adorei os traços empregado pelo artista e as cores de fundo. Na  foto do lobo por exemplo, mesmo com seus olhos fechados, percebe-se um beijo  apaixonado. Sem querer fazer polêmica sobre o assunto, os zoófilos sempre foram  retratados como pessoas que sentem taras por animais, mas pelo pouco que tive  conhecimento por leituras pela internet e sobre um documentário que Melo e eu  vimos chamado Zoo, há algo ainda maior que isso. Não se&amp;nbsp;fala apenas em amor  físico e sim terno, carinhoso.&amp;nbsp;Os zoófilos tratam esses animais com muito  carinho e cuidado.&amp;nbsp;Mas isso, é um assunto para um outro post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jNSfS8ioe6g/Tk0VGmZmAKI/AAAAAAAAA48/pcK5eSq44XI/s1600/BUG_MAN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jNSfS8ioe6g/Tk0VGmZmAKI/AAAAAAAAA48/pcK5eSq44XI/s320/BUG_MAN.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_czFEWCHX8/Tk0VKyYd0TI/AAAAAAAAA5A/KQEM6Jecs6o/s1600/sol4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_czFEWCHX8/Tk0VKyYd0TI/AAAAAAAAA5A/KQEM6Jecs6o/s320/sol4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JyTJ97qGdXw/Tk0VPd8qKkI/AAAAAAAAA5E/YUPCXknqJBU/s1600/sol1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JyTJ97qGdXw/Tk0VPd8qKkI/AAAAAAAAA5E/YUPCXknqJBU/s320/sol1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wOO9a803JJo/Tk0VSMJf7aI/AAAAAAAAA5I/iP714elxoH4/s1600/sol2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wOO9a803JJo/Tk0VSMJf7aI/AAAAAAAAA5I/iP714elxoH4/s320/sol2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Caso queira ver mais de Saimon Chow, é só clicar  &lt;a href="http://www.saimanchow.com/"&gt;AQUI.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-2682130393802935080?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/2682130393802935080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=2682130393802935080&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2682130393802935080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2682130393802935080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-of-love.html' title='Summer of Love'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jNSfS8ioe6g/Tk0VGmZmAKI/AAAAAAAAA48/pcK5eSq44XI/s72-c/BUG_MAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-1665820526429182802</id><published>2011-08-17T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T11:55:35.691-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Acho que muitas pessoas aqui já  sabem, mas para quem ainda não viu, na penúltima revista Junior, nº 30, Melo e  eu saímos numa reportagem sobre casais gays que estão juntos há mais de 5 anos.  Tudo começou como uma brincadeira, eu vi no site do Mixbrasil que eles estavam  procurando homens com o perfil da reportagem e mandei meu email. Eles então  responderam e um mês depois estáva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;mos nas bancas.  Para quem desconhece, a Junior é uma revista GLS sobre moda, comportamento e  cultura feita pelo pessoal do Mixbrasil. A experiência foi divertida. Fomos no  estúdio tirar as fotos, contamos nossa história e&amp;nbsp;o resultado é esse abaixo. È só clicar na foto para ler nossa historinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDTxMxTsDIA/TkvWB8O8p0I/AAAAAAAAA44/TKTcY8ovJ4w/s1600/img343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDTxMxTsDIA/TkvWB8O8p0I/AAAAAAAAA44/TKTcY8ovJ4w/s400/img343.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-1665820526429182802?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/1665820526429182802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=1665820526429182802&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1665820526429182802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1665820526429182802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/08/junior.html' title='Junior'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDTxMxTsDIA/TkvWB8O8p0I/AAAAAAAAA44/TKTcY8ovJ4w/s72-c/img343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-5763199358423044362</id><published>2011-08-16T09:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:53:13.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Planet Earth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oemaJJ-buds/TkpoEqURMSI/AAAAAAAAA40/Oc_MqoZpcbk/s1600/show-goldfrapp-sp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oemaJJ-buds/TkpoEqURMSI/AAAAAAAAA40/Oc_MqoZpcbk/s320/show-goldfrapp-sp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Pois é, e em menos de&amp;nbsp;24 horas todos  os 18.000 ingressos para o badalado Festival Planeta Terra se esgotaram. Se foi  o Strokes, os Vaccines (que acabaram saindo do festival logo depois)&amp;nbsp;ou a banda  de Liam Galagher (ex Oasis) quem conseguiu tal proeza, não sei, mas confesso  que, embora goste bastante de Peter Bjorn and John e Strokes, nenhuma delas me  fez querer gastar meu suado dinheiro na época de sua venda. Porém, há um mês  anunciaram a vinda de Interpol, White Lies, Broken Social Scene&amp;nbsp;e Goldfrapp.  Porra, todo mundo que me conhece sabe que o Goldfrapp tá no meu top 5. Daí  começou&amp;nbsp;um pandemônio na minha vida.&amp;nbsp;Uma correria geral atrás dos ingressos se  instalou pelo Brasil. Acredito que o Interpol&amp;nbsp;fora o culpado. Não boto muita fé  que o Goldfrapp conseguiria arrastar multidões. Mas daí comecei&amp;nbsp; a procurar  ingressos&amp;nbsp;em todos os lugares e com todas as pessoas. Alguns estavam vendendo&amp;nbsp;a  R$ 1.000,00, outros 700,00. Eu quase paguei R$ 500,00 pelo Mercado Livre.  Felizmente tive um pouco de paciência e consegui pagar na meia entrada R$  250,00. Claro, comprei de cambista, embora o mesmo afirmasse que trabalhava com  eventos. Eu não me importei. A vontade de ver Alison Goldfrapp no palco é tanta  que arrisco qualquer coisa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Para&amp;nbsp;pegar os ingressos foi um caso a  parte, marquei de nos encontrarmos no metrô República. Local cheio de gente ao  qual pedi para Melo me acompanhar. Chegando lá, uma mulher se aproximou,  perguntou meu nome e me entregou os ingressos. Olhamos com cuidado e pude  compará-lo com a foto do ingresso do meu amigo Reginaldo. Entreguei o dinheiro&amp;nbsp;e  ela colocou em seu bolso sem conferir. Nos despedimos e nunca mais nos vimos ou  nos falamos. Confesso que só ficarei aliviado quando passar pelas catracas do  festival e poder sentir aquela atmosfera incrível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Quanto ao local do show, continua  sendo o Playcenter. Ano passado foi bacana e não houve confusão. Cheguei as  16h00 e só fui embora as 4h00. Dá tempo de ver os shows, caso você tenha a sorte  de não ter duas de suas bandas favoritas tocando ao mesmo tempo. Dá para curtir  os brinquedos que geralmente estão vazios, beber cerveja, sentar para&amp;nbsp;curtir o  som ou pular até se acabar num dos palcos do festival. Eu realmente comprei pra  ver o Goldfrapp, mas vai ser ótimo&amp;nbsp;ver o Strokes, já que no ano que eles vieram,  eu&amp;nbsp;preferi ver o Vincent Gallo no extinto Tim Festival. Ainda vai rolar White  Lies, Broken Social Scene, &amp;nbsp;o já comentado Peter Bjorn e John e irei ver pela  segunda vez o&amp;nbsp;Interpol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Definitivamente  imperdível!&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/8696495171276096918-5763199358423044362?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/5763199358423044362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=5763199358423044362&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5763199358423044362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5763199358423044362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-planet-earth.html' title='This is Planet Earth.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oemaJJ-buds/TkpoEqURMSI/AAAAAAAAA40/Oc_MqoZpcbk/s72-c/show-goldfrapp-sp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4154710343676657639</id><published>2011-08-15T10:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:01:13.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Put the things back on the shelf .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gctTe8Q6QG8/TkkYW-qfSKI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ayURM8Kbc0M/s1600/Books+Movies+Music.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gctTe8Q6QG8/TkkYW-qfSKI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ayURM8Kbc0M/s200/Books+Movies+Music.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Eu sempre procuro ter tempo para  fazer as coisas que gosto e ficar atento às novidades musicais, cinema&amp;nbsp;e tv.  Confesso que Melo e eu estávamos alheios ao cinema por causa da falta de  educação das pessoas. Mas estamos retomando em passos lentos esse delicioso  hábito. Algumas pessoas se perguntam como consigo ver tanta coisa ao mesmo tempo  e ainda ficar atento às novidades musicais. Eu costumo fazer o seguinte, ler um  livro no metrô a caminho/volta do trabalho. Nesse trajeto, tenho ainda que pegar  um ônibus, e nesse transporte, ouço música. Ao chegar&amp;nbsp;em casa, tomo banho,  janto, converso com Alexandre, vou ao computador e vamos ver alguma série, ou se  não há nada que ele esteja vendo comigo,&amp;nbsp;seleciono algo da minha lista e&amp;nbsp;vou  dormir às 22h30 min.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Isso é  o que anda tomando um pouco do meu tempo ultimamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos olhos -  digitais:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Breaking Bad -  4ª&amp;nbsp;temporada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;The Hour -1ª temporada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Falling Skies - 1ª  temporada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Wilfred - ª temporada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Web Therapy - ª  temporada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Big Love - 5ª temporada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;The Big C - 2ª temporada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;True Blood - 4ª  temporada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Friday Night Dinner - 1ª temporada  (Indicação do Reginaldo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Happy Endings - 1ª temporada  (Indicação do Edú)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos  ouvidos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Beirut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Between the Cities are  Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Lux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Moobeams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Washed Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos olhos -  letras:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Os Melhores Contos de Medo, Horror e  Morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Três Sombras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Entre Nós (Contos sobre a  homossexualidade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos olhos -  digitais:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Harry Potter e as Relíquias da Morte  2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Melancolia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em  breve:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Planeta dos Macacos - A  Origem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Conan - O Bárbaro&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/8696495171276096918-4154710343676657639?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4154710343676657639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4154710343676657639&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4154710343676657639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4154710343676657639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/08/put-things-back-on-shelf.html' title='Put the things back on the shelf .'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gctTe8Q6QG8/TkkYW-qfSKI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ayURM8Kbc0M/s72-c/Books+Movies+Music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4095173690817387472</id><published>2011-08-12T08:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T08:57:06.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque hoje é sexta-feira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje, é sexta-feira, e para  animar quem ainda tem pique para baladas, escolhi "&lt;b&gt;Piano Fire&lt;/b&gt;" dos&amp;nbsp;americanos do  &lt;b&gt;Sparklehorse&lt;/b&gt;. A canção&amp;nbsp;tem participação de uma das minhas musas PJ Harvey. A  banda era liderada por &lt;b&gt;Mark Linkou&lt;/b&gt; que se suicidou em março de 2009. Porém antes  de sua partida, ele compôs, com alguns amigos, um disco fodástico e digno de seu  talento: &lt;strong&gt;Dark Night of the Soul&lt;/strong&gt; com participações de &lt;b&gt;David  Lynch, Julian Casablanca&lt;/b&gt; e outros&amp;nbsp;grandes músicos.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Infelizmente por causa de  uma batalha judicial, Linkou não pôde ver sua obra sendo lançada. Fica aqui&amp;nbsp;o  reconhecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Dá um play aí e bom&amp;nbsp;final de  semana pra ti que eu vou lá ver meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8o2VAKPCtFU" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-4095173690817387472?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4095173690817387472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4095173690817387472&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4095173690817387472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4095173690817387472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/08/porque-hoje-e-sexta-feira.html' title='Porque hoje é sexta-feira...'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8o2VAKPCtFU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-5679808722630066937</id><published>2011-08-11T08:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T08:42:24.241-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Três Sombras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8telI3S_uM/TkO-y5yrSRI/AAAAAAAAA4o/YHqxMk0gHHs/s1600/978-84-9847-579-1_g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8telI3S_uM/TkO-y5yrSRI/AAAAAAAAA4o/YHqxMk0gHHs/s320/978-84-9847-579-1_g.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Existem HQ's que já nascem clássicas  e acabam virando referências para a cultura pop como V de Vingança, Sandman e  Watchmen. Mas também há outras HQs, porém, não tão ambiciosas quanto essas, mas  que querem apenas contar uma boa história e emocionar o leitor.&amp;nbsp; Assim é&amp;nbsp;o caso  de&amp;nbsp;Gen Pés Descalços, Os Leões de Bagdah e Aberrações no Coração da América.  &lt;strong&gt;Três Sombras&lt;/strong&gt; do francês Cyril Pedrosa também entra nessa  categoria. A história fala de Joachim, um garoto de uns 5 anos que vive feliz  com seus pais numa pequena casa, cercado de riachos e&amp;nbsp;natureza até que um  dia,&amp;nbsp;três sombras surgem para levar Joachim embora. O pai, completamente  apavorado com a idéia de perdê-lo, parte com o filho, numa&amp;nbsp;fuga através de  nevascas e mares para&amp;nbsp;evitar essa separação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Os traços de Cyril Pedrosa são  belíssimos e muitos quadros,&amp;nbsp;não possuem&amp;nbsp;diálogos, já que os desenhos, mostram  sentimentos difíceis de&amp;nbsp;serem colocados em palavras. O texto nos mostra o  amadurecimento de Joachim e sobre como sofremos com a possibilidade de perdermos  alguém. Sem dúvida &lt;strong&gt;Três Sombras&lt;/strong&gt; é a leitura do ano. Algo que  ainda está na minha mente e que irá perdurar para sempre, assim como aqueles que  amamos se vão mas que continuam nos nossos corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Caso queiram, há um trecho para ser lido &lt;a href="http://www.companhiadasletras.com.br/trechos/65024.pdf"&gt;AQUI!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2NYFAxzRzAI/TkO__Qws3_I/AAAAAAAAA4s/R5YKfIHcLjE/s1600/978-84-9847-579-1i2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2NYFAxzRzAI/TkO__Qws3_I/AAAAAAAAA4s/R5YKfIHcLjE/s320/978-84-9847-579-1i2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-5679808722630066937?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/5679808722630066937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=5679808722630066937&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5679808722630066937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5679808722630066937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/08/tres-sombras.html' title='Três Sombras'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8telI3S_uM/TkO-y5yrSRI/AAAAAAAAA4o/YHqxMk0gHHs/s72-c/978-84-9847-579-1_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-6714298677848064454</id><published>2011-08-09T09:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T09:17:36.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Treasure Hiding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;E desde 16/05 que eu não escrevo nada  aqui no blog. Como muitos já sabem, fiquei sem idéias e tesão para escrever.  Algumas pessoas tinham contato diário comigo através do facebook, outros, pediam  para eu voltar a postar.&amp;nbsp;Finalmente&amp;nbsp;meu post de retorno. E não poderia ser mais  propício&amp;nbsp;do que&amp;nbsp;essa compilação de fotos com meus queridos amigos e pessoas que  acompanham minha vida e o blog nesses quase dois anos de existência. Caso você  não esteja aqui, quero que saiba que não é porque não me é querido e sim porque  precisamos nos ver mais e quardar o momento para a posteridade. Vamos ver se  "consertamos" isso ainda esse ano, não?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Welcome Back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hj7N-1iQDaM" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-6714298677848064454?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/6714298677848064454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=6714298677848064454&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6714298677848064454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6714298677848064454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-treasure-hiding.html' title='My Treasure Hiding'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hj7N-1iQDaM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4631038039652128851</id><published>2011-05-16T20:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:13:44.611-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Dear Madge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-74OgFQNqqjY/TcviJ7qojoI/AAAAAAAAA3g/2ZwkXrcIWJA/s1600/madonna-crystal-castles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-74OgFQNqqjY/TcviJ7qojoI/AAAAAAAAA3g/2ZwkXrcIWJA/s320/madonna-crystal-castles.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Quando adolescente,&amp;nbsp;sempre fui fã de Madonna. Cresci com fotos e posteres nas 4 paredes do meu quarto. Sabia letras, tinha pastas, vídeos, filmes e camisetas. Até que me tornei adulto,&amp;nbsp;ela envelheceu e suas músicas decaíram. Depois de Erótica, ela não mais valia o meu dinheiro na compra de seus discos. Mas não é sobre isso que eu queria dizer. Estávamos esses dias vendo o seu último show na tv quando começou a tocar &lt;strong&gt;4 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;, mas&amp;nbsp;com a letra de &lt;strong&gt;Vogue.&lt;/strong&gt; Perguntei ao Melo, porque diabos fazer versões dos clássicos? Eu gosto das canções do disco e quero ouvi-las com seus acordes e formas como foram criadas. &lt;strong&gt;Vogue&lt;/strong&gt; é perfeita, mas ficou uma porcaria quando fora sampliada com &lt;strong&gt;4 Minutes&lt;/strong&gt;. Em uma outra turnê, havia outras versões sofríveis para as lindíssimas &lt;strong&gt;Live to Tell, Like a Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;e &lt;strong&gt;Oh Father&lt;/strong&gt;. Será que alguém chega na cara dela e diz: "&lt;i&gt;Nossa, Madge, ficou ótima! Muito melhor que a original&lt;/i&gt;". Será que alguém gosta realmente? Será que eu é que fiquei no passado?&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/8696495171276096918-4631038039652128851?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4631038039652128851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4631038039652128851&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4631038039652128851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4631038039652128851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-madge.html' title='Dear Madge.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-74OgFQNqqjY/TcviJ7qojoI/AAAAAAAAA3g/2ZwkXrcIWJA/s72-c/madonna-crystal-castles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4749167097693368408</id><published>2011-05-11T11:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:14:01.908-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema e tv'/><title type='text'>Na toca do Coelho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xVP9JOxPlDo/TcqXojB_foI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/yLxHHy8vu5I/s1600/rabbit_hole_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xVP9JOxPlDo/TcqXojB_foI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/yLxHHy8vu5I/s200/rabbit_hole_1.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;John Cameron Mitchel é o diretor de Hedwig and the Angry Inch e de Shortbus - duas grandes obras primas. Sexta-feira, estreou nos cinemas paulistanos Rabbit Hole, seu novo filme como diretor. O fato é que Mitchel,&amp;nbsp;ainda é um diretor novato e felizmente, ainda não experimentou sua dose de fracassos. Rabbit Hole, ou se você preferir o desastroso título em português Reencontrando a Felicidade, é maravilhoso! Difícil e excepcionalmente triste, ele fala de um casal (Nicole Kidman e Aaron Eckhard) que perdeu o filho a 8 meses e tenta, cada um ao seu modo, lidar com essa perda. A direção é incrível. A câmera capta cada interpretação e movimentos dos atores de forma singela. Ele consegue transformar um tema desgastado numa aula sobre a dor. Mas diferente do ilusório título nacional, é daquela que não se esvai.&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/8696495171276096918-4749167097693368408?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4749167097693368408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4749167097693368408&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4749167097693368408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4749167097693368408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/05/na-toca-do-coelho.html' title='Na toca do Coelho.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xVP9JOxPlDo/TcqXojB_foI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/yLxHHy8vu5I/s72-c/rabbit_hole_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-9172706181479131820</id><published>2011-05-09T09:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:13:10.211-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema e tv'/><title type='text'>Fringe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q15458Q-aIQ/TcfjSsj0GcI/AAAAAAAAA3U/M_iXceSCzOA/s1600/fringe-fringe-8411518-1600-1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q15458Q-aIQ/TcfjSsj0GcI/AAAAAAAAA3U/M_iXceSCzOA/s320/fringe-fringe-8411518-1600-1200.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Final de semana vimos o último episódio de Fringe e foi masravilhoso!  A série fala sobre um universo paralelo igual ao nosso, porém, com algumas diferenças. Nesse outro universo, há uma outra versão de nós mesmos, porém, com personalidades diferentes.  Fringe, a todo ano, passa por dificuldades quando precisa ser renovada. Mas felizmente, já fora renovada para uma quarta temporada e isso se deve aos fãs que nutrem um carinho especial.  Para quem assiste, logo percebe que essa é uma série feita com amor e dedicação. O episódio 19 &lt;b&gt;Lysergic Acid Diethylamide&lt;/b&gt; é de uma genialidade incrível e adiciona animação à trama fazendo deste, um dos meus favoritos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A química entre Peter e Walter é incrível. E  é absolutamente delicioso ver John Noble interpretar. A diferença entre o Walter e o Walternativo é de dar medo. E quando o último episódio dessa temporada terminar, você estará se corroendo e tentando achar alguma reposta para o que acaba de ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-9172706181479131820?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/9172706181479131820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=9172706181479131820&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/9172706181479131820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/9172706181479131820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/05/fringe.html' title='Fringe'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q15458Q-aIQ/TcfjSsj0GcI/AAAAAAAAA3U/M_iXceSCzOA/s72-c/fringe-fringe-8411518-1600-1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-2294689620352165368</id><published>2011-05-06T14:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:14:42.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Blogsville está em polvorosa pelas  nossas novas conquistas. Não é para menos, (quase) tudo o que nos foi negado até  hoje, foi brilhantemente conquistado ontem. Só falta mesmo o casamento. Sim,  como bem sabem, eu quero me casar. Com festão, padrinhos, música e amigos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Então  para comemorar nossa vitória e agradecer pelo final de semana que está  praticamente começando, fiquem com a francesinha Yelle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iHB9epBQxlI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-2294689620352165368?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/2294689620352165368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=2294689620352165368&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2294689620352165368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2294689620352165368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/05/celebration.html' title='Celebration'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iHB9epBQxlI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4204795073977043907</id><published>2011-05-05T14:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:53:45.499-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Outro Top 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Copiando descaradamente&amp;nbsp;do querido &lt;a href="http://tpmdemacho.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-top-10.html"&gt;Fred&lt;/a&gt;, eis aqui minha lista dos 10 mais britânicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Cocteau Twins e bandas britânicas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Todo mundo sabe que os Cocteau Twins são minha própria existência, não? Sem falar que os britãnicos ainda têm: Slowdive, My Bloody Valentine, Radiohead, Cure, Joy Division, Spiritualized...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gv3CvNQaVPU/TcLgqirF3VI/AAAAAAAAA24/dHkCOwykC0k/s1600/cocteau-twins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gv3CvNQaVPU/TcLgqirF3VI/AAAAAAAAA24/dHkCOwykC0k/s200/cocteau-twins.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Esqueça os filmes. Só quem leu os livros sabe o quão incrível&amp;nbsp;a obra de&amp;nbsp;J.K. Rowling é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv2M8rDdXTY/TcLgryO_b1I/AAAAAAAAA28/AOxyoURJVqA/s1600/harry-potter-books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv2M8rDdXTY/TcLgryO_b1I/AAAAAAAAA28/AOxyoURJVqA/s200/harry-potter-books.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Stanley Kubrik &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Laranja Mecânica, Spartacus, Nascido para Matar, Lolita, O Iluminado, Dr. Fantástico...precisa dizer mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QTFc2I6FVK8/TcLgzRc4OqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/gvxcYdPJMoU/s1600/stanley_kubrick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QTFc2I6FVK8/TcLgzRc4OqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/gvxcYdPJMoU/s200/stanley_kubrick.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&amp;nbsp;Tony Hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Defintivamente um dos homens mais gostosos do mundo!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22q09ALBdFU/TcLg-WVRhOI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/RpXj8Vhhp2Y/s1600/Tom%252520Hardy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22q09ALBdFU/TcLg-WVRhOI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/RpXj8Vhhp2Y/s200/Tom%252520Hardy.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Candem Town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;É o bairro alternativo de Londres.&amp;nbsp;Vá com dinheiro ou com o cartão de créditos livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWkfZCWaDXA/TcLgpH7s1tI/AAAAAAAAA20/PoUlZbuMaWc/s1600/Camden-Town-Londres-006-418x314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWkfZCWaDXA/TcLgpH7s1tI/AAAAAAAAA20/PoUlZbuMaWc/s200/Camden-Town-Londres-006-418x314.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&amp;nbsp;Pubs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Encher a cara num legítimo pub britânico não tem preço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7ib4bBTlUE/TcLgxQgCG6I/AAAAAAAAA3I/AEz4oG-u6JU/s1600/princeofwalesfulham.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7ib4bBTlUE/TcLgxQgCG6I/AAAAAAAAA3I/AEz4oG-u6JU/s200/princeofwalesfulham.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&amp;nbsp;BBC&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Jools Holland, John Peel, The Office, Extras, Downton Abbey...precisa dizer mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d65OpM0C_Mg/TcLgl0O8aBI/AAAAAAAAA2s/ZJ96uoD-tvc/s1600/BBC-Brasil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d65OpM0C_Mg/TcLgl0O8aBI/AAAAAAAAA2s/ZJ96uoD-tvc/s200/BBC-Brasil.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&amp;nbsp;Metrô de Londres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Você consegue ir a qualquer lugar de Londres. É gigantesco e faz com que o nosso pareça uma visita ao bairro vizinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9hGx6jczus/TcLgvlL_O3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/uTh-enWP0Dw/s1600/london-underground-sign1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m9hGx6jczus/TcLgvlL_O3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/uTh-enWP0Dw/s200/london-underground-sign1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&amp;nbsp;Sotaque Britânico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Acho lindo. Acho Style. Acho Tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2IHANqTp8A/TcLgtUOmOCI/AAAAAAAAA3A/wZ9gSL2eNmA/s1600/i_love_british_accents_tshirt-p23561814931136647235jn_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2IHANqTp8A/TcLgtUOmOCI/AAAAAAAAA3A/wZ9gSL2eNmA/s200/i_love_british_accents_tshirt-p23561814931136647235jn_400.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&amp;nbsp;Molho HP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Fica absolutamente delicioso com os frangos fritos servidos nos pubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fE2gz86nxPs/TcLgnxBtw7I/AAAAAAAAA2w/p-eieP-xKFA/s1600/bottles-of-hp-sauce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fE2gz86nxPs/TcLgnxBtw7I/AAAAAAAAA2w/p-eieP-xKFA/s200/bottles-of-hp-sauce.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&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/8696495171276096918-4204795073977043907?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4204795073977043907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4204795073977043907&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4204795073977043907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4204795073977043907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/05/outro-top-10.html' title='Outro Top 10'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gv3CvNQaVPU/TcLgqirF3VI/AAAAAAAAA24/dHkCOwykC0k/s72-c/cocteau-twins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4574843579819290580</id><published>2011-05-04T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:14:37.540-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>(My) Rock Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHsTgfTZkaI/TcGCbqKDIuI/AAAAAAAAA2o/fwUJA14NR3k/s1600/IMG_7241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHsTgfTZkaI/TcGCbqKDIuI/AAAAAAAAA2o/fwUJA14NR3k/s320/IMG_7241.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1p3oTfikVXA" width="100"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When I went to school in Olympia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone's the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And so are you in Olympia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone?s the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We look the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We talk the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We even fuck the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When I went to school in Olympia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-4574843579819290580?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4574843579819290580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4574843579819290580&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4574843579819290580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4574843579819290580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-rock-star.html' title='(My) Rock Star'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHsTgfTZkaI/TcGCbqKDIuI/AAAAAAAAA2o/fwUJA14NR3k/s72-c/IMG_7241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-747484553855858103</id><published>2011-05-03T14:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:14:48.346-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Dead Can Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim como os Cocteau Twins, o Dead Can Dance é uma banda difícil de rotular. Há em seu som, uma mistura de world music e darkwave que os góticos ou não góticos adoram. Criada no começo dos anos 80 por Lisa Gerrard e Brandon Perry, o Dead Can Dance fez história na cultuada gravadora 4AD e também tinham outros membros. Embora Lisa Gerrard tenha uma voz potente e linda, meu favorito sempre fora Brendan Perry. Suas canções e voz conseguem nos transportar numa outra época. A banda acabou no final dos anos 90. Ninguém sabe ao certo o porquê. Uns dizem que Lisa queria focar o DCD em canções eruditas, enquanto Brendan gostava mais do lado folk e lendas irlandesas. O que importa, é que por quase 2 décadas, os dois criaram canções tão incríveis e imortais que nada surgido depois conseguiu se equiparar. Abaixo, deixo as minhas favoritas cantadas por cada um. Fechem os olhos e aproveitem. E aí, qual o seu favorito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D_NKc6iCocs" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QJhVM930YXY" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-747484553855858103?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/747484553855858103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=747484553855858103&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/747484553855858103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/747484553855858103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/05/dead-can-dance.html' title='Dead Can Dance'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/D_NKc6iCocs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-1842136191991463160</id><published>2011-05-02T10:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:02:41.025-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nós somos gays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acredito que a essa altura todos já saibam sobre o projeto Eu Sou Gay de Carol Almeida, não? Bom, caso você ainda não saiba, vou fazer o que ela pede e dar um Ctrl C + Ctrl V no texto e deixá-los a par. &lt;a href="http://paulobraccini-filosofo.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-sou-gay.html"&gt;Paulo Bratz&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://tiozinhodafoto.blogspot.com/2011/04/contra-intolerancia-contra-o-odio-pelo.html"&gt;Rodrigo&lt;/a&gt; já fizeram o dele. E nós também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O prazo para enviar as fotos foi prorrogado&amp;nbsp;para o dia 8 de maio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Adriele Camacho de Almeida, 16 anos, foi encontrada morta na pequena cidade de Itarumã, Goiás, no último dia 6. O fazendeiro Cláudio Roberto de Assis, 36 anos, e seus dois filhos, um de 17 e outro de 13 anos, estão detidos e são acusados do assassinato. Segundo o delegado, o crime é de homofobia. Adriele era namorada da filha do fazendeiro que nunca admitiu o relacionamento das duas. E ainda que essa suspeita não se prove verdade, é preciso dizer algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu conhecia Adriele Camacho de Almeida. E você conhecia também. Porque Adriele somos nós. Assim, com sua morte, morremos um pouco. A menina que aos 16 anos foi, segundo testemunhas, ameaçada de morte e assassinada por namorar uma outra menina, é aquela carta de amor que você teve vergonha de entregar, é o sorriso discreto que veio depois daquele olhar cruzado, é o telefonema que não queríamos desligar. É cada vez mais difícil acreditar, mas tudo indica que Adriele foi vítima de um crime de ódio porque, vulnerável como todos nós, estava amando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem conseguir entender mais nada depois de uma semana de “Bolsonaros”, me perguntei o que era possível ser feito. O que, se Adriele e tantos outros já morreram? Sim, porque estamos falando de um país que acaba de registrar um aumento de mais de 30% em assassinatos de homossexuais, entre gays, lésbicas e travestis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E me ocorreu que, nessa ideia de que também morremos um pouco quando os nossos se vão, todos, eu, você, pais, filhos e amigos podemos e devemos ser gays. Porque a afirmação de ser gay já deixou de ser uma questão de orientação sexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser gay é uma questão de posicionamento e atitude diante desse mundo tão miseravelmente cheio de raiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser gay é ter o seu direito negado. É ser interrompido. Quantos de nós não nos reconhecemos assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quero então compartilhar essa ideia com todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sejamos gays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Independente de idade, sexo, cor, religião e, sobretudo, independente de orientação sexual, é hora de passar a seguinte mensagem pra fora da janela: #EUSOUGAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para que sejamos vistos e ouvidos é simples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1) Basta que cada um de vocês, sozinhos ou acompanhados da família, namorado, namorada, marido, mulher, amigo, amiga, presidente, presidenta, tirem uma foto com um cartaz, folha, post-it, o que for mais conveniente, com a seguinte mensagem estampada: #EUSOUGAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2) Enviar essa foto para o mail&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:projetoeusougay@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0071bb; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;projetoeusougay@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3) E só &lt;img alt=":-)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://s2.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif?m=1286131766g" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Todas essas imagens serão usadas em uma vídeo-montagem será divulgada pelo You Tube e, se tudo der certo, por festivais, fóruns, palestras, mesas-redondas e no monitor de várias pessoas que tomam a todos nós que amamos por seres invisíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A edição desse vídeo será feita pelo Daniel Ribeiro, diretor de curtas que, além de lindos de morrer, são super premiados: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portacurtas.com.br/Filme.asp?Cod=5673"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0071bb; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Café com Leite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Wav5KjBHbI"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0071bb; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu Não Quero Voltar Sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quanto à minha pessoa, me chamo Carol Almeida, sou jornalista e espero por um mundo melhor, sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As fotos podem ser enviadas até o dia 1º de maio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como diria uma canção de ninar da banda Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian:&amp;nbsp;”Faça algo bonito enquanto você pode. Não adormeça.” Não vamos adormecer. Vamos acordar. Acordar Adriele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;— Convido a todos os blogueiros de plantão a dar um Ctrl C + Ctrl V neste texto e saírem replicando essa iniciativa —"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1nWWyu6QCCw/Tb6rR9PmnjI/AAAAAAAAA2k/KbH9SGCT3Cc/s1600/Somos+gays.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1nWWyu6QCCw/Tb6rR9PmnjI/AAAAAAAAA2k/KbH9SGCT3Cc/s320/Somos+gays.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8696495171276096918-1842136191991463160?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/1842136191991463160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=1842136191991463160&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1842136191991463160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1842136191991463160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/05/nos-somos-gays.html' title='Nós somos gays!'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1nWWyu6QCCw/Tb6rR9PmnjI/AAAAAAAAA2k/KbH9SGCT3Cc/s72-c/Somos+gays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4856954227876080128</id><published>2011-04-29T09:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:13:10.211-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema e tv'/><title type='text'>A Estrada Perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bill Pulman é Fred mas Fred também é Pete Drayton. Renee pode ser Patricia Arquette loira, mas surge morena quando precisa ser Alice Wakefield. Elas são as mesmas pessoas? Fred-Pulman é saxofonista, mas Fred-Getty costumava ser mecânico. Não era Renee-Arquette esposa de Fred-Pulman? Então por que Alice-Arquette está com Dick Laurent enquanto sai com Fred-Getty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não entendeu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Obra-prima:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qV5OQeFNG7c/TbqszrYR0WI/AAAAAAAAA2c/clDAX8M5GaY/s1600/lost-highway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qV5OQeFNG7c/TbqszrYR0WI/AAAAAAAAA2c/clDAX8M5GaY/s320/lost-highway.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Construtor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-XrUVtw6Y4/Tbqs6UCBLfI/AAAAAAAAA2g/EjXDov0E4TU/s1600/david_lynch1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6-XrUVtw6Y4/Tbqs6UCBLfI/AAAAAAAAA2g/EjXDov0E4TU/s320/david_lynch1.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o começo - a viagem - o fim - A Estrada...Perdida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aepBpZ3kXek" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8696495171276096918-4856954227876080128?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4856954227876080128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4856954227876080128&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4856954227876080128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4856954227876080128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/04/estrada-perdida.html' title='A Estrada Perdida'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qV5OQeFNG7c/TbqszrYR0WI/AAAAAAAAA2c/clDAX8M5GaY/s72-c/lost-highway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-6577527062731681399</id><published>2011-04-27T14:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:52:14.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'>(My) Treasure Hiding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Sinto como se você estivesse em mim como uma tatuagem. Sinto seus toques, seus delicados movimentos, sua voz, seus acordes, seu cheiro...como uma flor, como um copo de leite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1012071510"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1012071511"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfDr1sef9ik/TbhXfzUpNHI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/FS0KOM8h4nU/s1600/35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfDr1sef9ik/TbhXfzUpNHI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/FS0KOM8h4nU/s320/35.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The lips, the heart&lt;br /&gt;You're the fire, you're the flame&lt;br /&gt;The heart, the soul&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand, hand in hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-6577527062731681399?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/6577527062731681399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=6577527062731681399&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6577527062731681399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/6577527062731681399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-treasure-hiding.html' title='(My) Treasure Hiding.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfDr1sef9ik/TbhXfzUpNHI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/FS0KOM8h4nU/s72-c/35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-5058155597426669041</id><published>2011-04-26T10:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:15:19.537-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema e tv'/><title type='text'>Eternal Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando Delicada Atração estreou, eu devia ter uns 19 anos. Ainda não tinha assumido minha sexualidade, mas sempre que podia, ía ao cinema ver filmes gls para entender melhor o que se passava comigo. E Delicada Atração, para quem viu nessa época, é memorável. É realmente delicado e incrivelmente tocante. Provavelmente foi o filme que mais falou comigo nessa minha pré-saída do armário.&amp;nbsp;Dez anos depois, surgiu o filme tailandês Eternal Summer. Eu o assisti na madrugada de sexta-feira na casa de meus pais, e ao término, estava em prantos, feliz e maravilhado como há muito não ficava. A história de dois garotos que são melhores amigos enquanto um nutre uma paixão escondida e o surgimento de uma garota, é bem contado e têm&amp;nbsp;interpretações incríveis acompanhadas de uma trilha sonora singela. Cada diálogo e acontecimento explode na tela de forma épica.&amp;nbsp;O final é arrebatador e quando sobre os créditos, você se encontra naquele momento em que não queria que o filme já tivesse chegado ao fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ-O1asdR4Y/TbbG2s-F8GI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Ts_OwCOLOjY/s1600/519M93xKyVL__SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ-O1asdR4Y/TbbG2s-F8GI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Ts_OwCOLOjY/s1600/519M93xKyVL__SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peço para aqueles que quiserem vê-lo, evitem os trailers, pois pode haver Spoilers. Nunca um filme foi tão delicioso de ver. Principalmente um filme GLS onde tudo é tão trágico e triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Você pode baixá-lo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=DATBD603"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;. Link tirado do &lt;a href="http://www.intercinegay.com.br/"&gt;Intercine Gay&lt;/a&gt; do querido Lobinho. Senha: intercinegay&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/8696495171276096918-5058155597426669041?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/5058155597426669041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=5058155597426669041&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5058155597426669041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5058155597426669041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/04/eternal-summer.html' title='Eternal Summer'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ-O1asdR4Y/TbbG2s-F8GI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Ts_OwCOLOjY/s72-c/519M93xKyVL__SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-7585298195651261672</id><published>2011-04-25T10:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:50:22.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu "grande" fetiche.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu tenho um fetiche. E não é chuva dourada, nem uniformes, embora eu adore uniformes. Não é coturnos, embora eu&amp;nbsp;também adore coturnos. Meu fetiche não é bem sobre alguma coisa&amp;nbsp;e sim sobre uma pessoa. E não é o ferramenteiro, embora, ele&amp;nbsp;esteja na empresa e continua tão gostoso quanto antes. Se não mais. Meu fetiche começou quando vi pela primeira vez &lt;strong&gt;O Agente da Estação&lt;/strong&gt;. Esse&amp;nbsp;homem logo de cara mexeu comigo. Não só por ser um "grande" ator, mas também por exalar testosterona em cada póro. Menciono esse ator, pois o mesmo, faz parte do clã Lannister de A Guerra dos Tronos. E seu papel, deve ser&amp;nbsp;de longe o melhor que compõe a obra. Eis &lt;a href="http://img.poptower.com/pic-42119/peter-dinklage.jpg?d=600"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AQUI&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; meus amigos leitores, meu grande e pequeno fetiche.&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/8696495171276096918-7585298195651261672?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/7585298195651261672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=7585298195651261672&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7585298195651261672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7585298195651261672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/04/meu-grande-fetiche.html' title='Meu &quot;grande&quot; fetiche.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-8804984471341822732</id><published>2011-04-20T09:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:16:42.092-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>For Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;O som do acordeão sempre me deixa feliz...Então, sejamos felizes nesse feriado de Páscoa. E a partir do minuto 2:00 a alegria explode pela sala e nos obriga a dançar e soltar um sorriso pelas coisas boas da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iF7h_G7P-Ik" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;And  all the towns we built,&lt;br /&gt;we built them so the lions could escape,&lt;br /&gt;so they  could roam in houses of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The council wasn't there, just answer  phone&lt;br /&gt;The humans disappeared, they left their homes.&lt;br /&gt;So the lions lived  alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the towns we built,&lt;br /&gt;we built them so the lions could  escape,&lt;br /&gt;so they could roam in houses of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The council wasn't  there, just answer phone&lt;br /&gt;The humans disappeared, they left their homes.&lt;br /&gt;So  the lions lived alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lions lived alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/jonquil/lions.html#ixzz1K41FqmoD" style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-8804984471341822732?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8804984471341822732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=8804984471341822732&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8804984471341822732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8804984471341822732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-love.html' title='For Love'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iF7h_G7P-Ik/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-1879995761702364163</id><published>2011-04-19T09:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:49:19.497-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Rio Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sem nada para dizer, deixo-lhes o editorial Go Rio Go, fotografado por Mathias Vriens-McGrath. Bom dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MWFIk94D0Q/Ta2DLh2qmfI/AAAAAAAAA10/j2cJYmrPdbU/s1600/Picture%252B3-550x359.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MWFIk94D0Q/Ta2DLh2qmfI/AAAAAAAAA10/j2cJYmrPdbU/s320/Picture%252B3-550x359.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UkUNBBrV4jo/Ta2DQS1ho_I/AAAAAAAAA14/0wNY5UCGXC0/s1600/Fashion2044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UkUNBBrV4jo/Ta2DQS1ho_I/AAAAAAAAA14/0wNY5UCGXC0/s320/Fashion2044.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hld0TSk9lb8/Ta2D4qvVDsI/AAAAAAAAA2E/WW5e4i8zpfw/s320/Picture%252B6-550x359.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiFUNIA74g4/Ta2EDKuU9VI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zoi6CDfPFJc/s1600/Picture%252B7-1-e1302045591624.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiFUNIA74g4/Ta2EDKuU9VI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Zoi6CDfPFJc/s320/Picture%252B7-1-e1302045591624.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-1879995761702364163?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/1879995761702364163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=1879995761702364163&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1879995761702364163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/1879995761702364163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/04/go-rio-go.html' title='Go Rio Go'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MWFIk94D0Q/Ta2DLh2qmfI/AAAAAAAAA10/j2cJYmrPdbU/s72-c/Picture%252B3-550x359.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-712350395355539318</id><published>2011-04-18T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:13:10.211-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema e tv'/><title type='text'>Game of the Thrones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O Inverno se aproxima&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WVaPx0_ubhw/TaxtjsrzfLI/AAAAAAAAA1w/V1_S_i5v-qU/s1600/game-of-thrones-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WVaPx0_ubhw/TaxtjsrzfLI/AAAAAAAAA1w/V1_S_i5v-qU/s320/game-of-thrones-poster.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-712350395355539318?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/712350395355539318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=712350395355539318&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/712350395355539318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/712350395355539318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/04/game-of-thrones.html' title='Game of the Thrones.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WVaPx0_ubhw/TaxtjsrzfLI/AAAAAAAAA1w/V1_S_i5v-qU/s72-c/game-of-thrones-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-8470238605981488098</id><published>2011-04-15T09:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T09:20:45.372-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos Virtuais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Tava vendo no blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://tpmdemacho.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-lobo-do-mar.html"&gt;TPM de macho&lt;/a&gt;  um post ao qual o grande Fred termina com a seguinte frase: &lt;em&gt;"&lt;b&gt;É preciso dar  valor ao que nos cerca, meninos!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s21a4aadzRY/Tag3i_ew5LI/AAAAAAAAA1s/rU2NdgolnWQ/s1600/girls_all.GIF" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s21a4aadzRY/Tag3i_ew5LI/AAAAAAAAA1s/rU2NdgolnWQ/s320/girls_all.GIF" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;David na frente, Eduzete do lado direito e eu no esquerdo. Olha a tendência do coturno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;E é a mais pura  verdade. Relacionamentos ou amizades virtuais podem ser tão ou mais  preciosas quanto&amp;nbsp;as que estão ao nosso lado diariamente.&amp;nbsp;Esses dias,  Melo e eu comentávamos sobre uma visita que fizemos ao nosso amado  David&amp;nbsp;Xepa e o carinho que ambos recebemos do anfitrião.&amp;nbsp;Ganhamos uma  longa e deliciosa massagem acompanhada do bom papo dos amigos Mau e Edú.  E era justamente essa a questão. Você precisa ter muita intimidade/ carinho&amp;nbsp;por alguém&amp;nbsp;que você conheceu há apenas poucos meses e já é considerado seu amigo e ainda ganha a liberdade&amp;nbsp;de lhe tocar o  corpo sem qualquer tipo de malícia. É como se fôssemos &lt;strong&gt;The Boys in the Band&lt;/strong&gt; (sem as acusações) e&amp;nbsp;vivessemos nesse grupo há muito tempo .&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Felizmente, tenho o  prazer de ter ao meu lado, amigos virtuais maravilhosos.&amp;nbsp;Alexandre  surgiu&amp;nbsp;do Almas Gêmeas do terra, algumas amizades nasceram do orkut,  outras, do blog e assim,&amp;nbsp;fui construindo essa árvore feita de amigos  fiéis e grandes camaradas."&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/8696495171276096918-8470238605981488098?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8470238605981488098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=8470238605981488098&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8470238605981488098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8470238605981488098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/04/amigos-virtuais.html' title='Amigos Virtuais'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s21a4aadzRY/Tag3i_ew5LI/AAAAAAAAA1s/rU2NdgolnWQ/s72-c/girls_all.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-2524248822149698589</id><published>2011-04-14T10:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:20:29.590-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema e tv'/><title type='text'>Sem-Vergonhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não sei como consigo, mas eu devo estar vendo umas trezentas séries ao mesmo tempo. Porém, sempre arrumo espaço/tempo para mais uma, caso essa seja interessante. Dessa vez indico Shameless US, adaptação de uma série inglesa com o mesmo nome. Ela é genial. Imagine uma família unida, feliz, centrada, orgulhosa e perfeita. Pois é, Shameless não é nada disso. Pelo contrário. A família Gallagher não têm um puto e todo mundo é fudido. A filha Fiona é quem cuida dos 5 irmãos, já que o pai é um beberrão que não dá a mínima para os filhos e faz de tudo para lhes roubar o pouco dinheiro que conseguem com os trambiques. Lip, é inteligente e presta vestibular para terceiros em troca de dinheiro. Ian, é um adolescente gay que transa com seu chefe muçulmano casado. Debbie é uma garota esperta e disposta a estar sempre ao lado dos irmãos. Carl, é um pré-adolescente com grande talento para delitos e Liam é o caçula de 2 anos. A família é também cercada por loosers e trambiqueiros que fazem de tudo para se dar bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por ser uma série feita por um canal fechado (Showtime - Dexter, Nurse Jackie e Tara), não há censura. Fala-se muito palavrão, há nudez, interpretações incríveis, ótimo texto e para quem curte música, a série em quase todo momento, coloca como trilha sonora bandas novas ou consagradas para moldar melhor cada cena. Imperdível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ex95FSZOT04" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-2524248822149698589?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/2524248822149698589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=2524248822149698589&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2524248822149698589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2524248822149698589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/04/sem-vergonhas.html' title='Sem-Vergonhas'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ex95FSZOT04/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-2883823604422698194</id><published>2011-04-13T13:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:35:59.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Marten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu gosto muito de coturnos, e o meu, já&amp;nbsp;tem mais de 10 anos de uso. Ele está velho, descascado e com a sola meio acabada. Ele me seguiu por muito tempo, em épocas de Madâme Satã e baladas nos inferninhos de Sampa&amp;nbsp;ao lado da minha fiel&amp;nbsp;Alessandra. Todas as sextas eu caminhava da casa dos meus pais até a casa dos pais dela (hoje, ela reside em São Bernardo do Campo). Eram mais ou menos 7 km e&amp;nbsp;levava uns 30 minutos de caminhada. Isso ocorria em todas as sextas-feiras&amp;nbsp;por alguns anos até que nós dois nos casamos. Esse post na verdade, não é para falar dessa época incrível, mas sim do meu cOturno que é minha companheira nessa história. Ela já não aguenta mais os barrancos e percursos da vida, então, vou ter que substitui-la. Ando apaixonado por&amp;nbsp;um&amp;nbsp;Dr. Marten e se alguém quiser me presentear qualquer dia desses, eis o modelo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gi95o4uNRnQ/TaXQf_UlxEI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Vb0YeupWmiE/s1600/3088_2_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gi95o4uNRnQ/TaXQf_UlxEI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Vb0YeupWmiE/s320/3088_2_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Para quem quiser saber a história da marca bastante usada por punks e skinheads, favor clicar &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Martens"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-2883823604422698194?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/2883823604422698194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=2883823604422698194&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2883823604422698194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2883823604422698194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/04/dr-marten.html' title='Dr. Marten'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gi95o4uNRnQ/TaXQf_UlxEI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Vb0YeupWmiE/s72-c/3088_2_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-5047305653693244090</id><published>2011-04-12T09:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:11:30.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Virada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr4JpVViEK8/TaRBGxw1apI/AAAAAAAAA1k/DYcHMfz36H4/s1600/tumblr_l0xrixOsYR1qb7x8j.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr4JpVViEK8/TaRBGxw1apI/AAAAAAAAA1k/DYcHMfz36H4/s320/tumblr_l0xrixOsYR1qb7x8j.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nesse fim de semana, acontece a tão esperada Virada Cultural. A festa, já virou obrigação para pessoas que estão embusca de boas opções culturais e principalmente gratuitas. Confesso não ser muito fã de muvuca, mas que é delicioso poder andar no centrão com milhares de pessoas dispostas a apenas se divertir, é definitivamente maravilhoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Alexandre e eu já fizemos nosso roteiro e ele inclui ver Pink Flamingos e Hedwig no cinemão pornô Palácio do Cinema, ao lado da Galeria do Rock&amp;nbsp;. O problema talvez seja conseguir ingressos para Hedwig que começa às 22h10, enquanto Pink Flamingos começa as 20h00. Cada um em salas diferentes. Seria ótimo já podermos pegar ingressos para as duas sessões, embora nessas ocasiões, eles são distribuidos com uma hora de antecedência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Para quem quiser mais informações, o site da virada é &lt;a href="http://www.viradacultural.org/programacao#lugar528"&gt;ESSE&lt;/a&gt;. E você encontra mais informações no post que o Dois Perdidos fez &lt;a href="http://doisperdidosnanoite.blogspot.com/2011/04/virada-cultural-2011.html"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-5047305653693244090?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/5047305653693244090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=5047305653693244090&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5047305653693244090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5047305653693244090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/04/virada.html' title='A Virada'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr4JpVViEK8/TaRBGxw1apI/AAAAAAAAA1k/DYcHMfz36H4/s72-c/tumblr_l0xrixOsYR1qb7x8j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-5281844226352312537</id><published>2011-04-07T09:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T09:07:43.808-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the End of the World Like We Know It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teremos salvação?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hqJ8hFgYwVg?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-5281844226352312537?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/5281844226352312537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=5281844226352312537&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5281844226352312537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5281844226352312537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-end-of-world-like-we-know-it.html' title='It&apos;s the End of the World Like We Know It'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hqJ8hFgYwVg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-8796897164812896835</id><published>2011-04-06T10:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:32:32.918-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alta Fidelidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8UJ3k4GPQg/TZxqz2CAyyI/AAAAAAAAA1g/jC2tGwG-lJk/s1600/Alta-fidelidade-Capa-Postagem-400x250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8UJ3k4GPQg/TZxqz2CAyyI/AAAAAAAAA1g/jC2tGwG-lJk/s320/Alta-fidelidade-Capa-Postagem-400x250.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Quando criei o blog há pouco mais de 01 ano, minha idéia era a de falar sobre músicas, mas acabei falando de tudo um pouco. Pessoas surgiram...novos leitores e&amp;nbsp;novos amigos. Percebi também que os posts com maior número de comentários é justamente aqueles que falam sobre mim. Porém, acho que ultimamente não tem muita coisa acontecendo na minha vida. Pelo menos, nada que valha a pena colocar aqui. E tem me dado uma vontade danada de falar&amp;nbsp;sobre música,&amp;nbsp;pois tenho ouvido muita coisa nova.&amp;nbsp;Não quero ter a obrigação de sempre escrever&amp;nbsp;algo. Queria apenas&amp;nbsp;postar um vídeo ou uma letra. Mas daí percebo que meu gosto musical não é o mesmo da maioria dos&amp;nbsp;leitores e sendo assim, os comentários&amp;nbsp;seriam poucos. E não adianta dizer que não gostamos deles, pois além de escrever para nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;escrevemos para que os outros também gostem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Então, quero dizer que as visitas aqui sempre serão bem-vindas. E me desculpem se os textos deixaram de ser pessoais, é que no momento, minha vida está sendo contada através de canções, e elas dizem mais do que mil palavras saídas de minha boca.&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/8696495171276096918-8796897164812896835?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/8796897164812896835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=8796897164812896835&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8796897164812896835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/8796897164812896835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/04/alta-fidelidade.html' title='Alta Fidelidade'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8UJ3k4GPQg/TZxqz2CAyyI/AAAAAAAAA1g/jC2tGwG-lJk/s72-c/Alta-fidelidade-Capa-Postagem-400x250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-966609370796066684</id><published>2011-04-05T10:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:27:24.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Melo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O segredo do meu casamento com Melo, além do amor que sentimos um pelo outro, é termos muita coisa em comum. É chegar em casa e dividir acontecimentos diários, conhecimentos musicais, livros, roupas e claro, tatuagens.&amp;nbsp;Alexandre é tão viciado em tatuagens quanto eu. E na hora de escolher o desenho certo,&amp;nbsp;pergunta minha opinião, porém, sempre partindo de seu gosto pessoal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu já postei as minhas, então, aos poucos, vou postando as que cobrem seu corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;1ª Capa do 1º álbum da banda britânica&amp;nbsp;Spiritualized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-zjIuCFPYY/TZsUOmjlt2I/AAAAAAAAA1U/2DjatNfQ3KY/s1600/OgAAAOL8J5o6g7q_t5Mkwhk_SsOlyCiZTaFNuqlFicip0MDNu5EKMJ5XTvSsiz5rSI5stvlRrNyKE6_SM3gYh5zBF-IAm1T1UIhXNW6os8KRWYquSvgs-Mf22DKY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-zjIuCFPYY/TZsUOmjlt2I/AAAAAAAAA1U/2DjatNfQ3KY/s200/OgAAAOL8J5o6g7q_t5Mkwhk_SsOlyCiZTaFNuqlFicip0MDNu5EKMJ5XTvSsiz5rSI5stvlRrNyKE6_SM3gYh5zBF-IAm1T1UIhXNW6os8KRWYquSvgs-Mf22DKY.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;2ª Capa do Single Animal Nitrate&amp;nbsp;da banda britânica Suede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xPNJNEvZLxg/TZsUUDxuhKI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/sMKRbAssnN4/s1600/OgAAAJjuQ6D3rX0UAEGHfaojt7XdhSv2qbjh6TFQQXP3CNqMmyuVUAZsVRqzIR253aYCTJSXEIEfrN_U9rtyTJJCExgAm1T1UGfWIZehbl3qwGXiyfz26WROfTtf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xPNJNEvZLxg/TZsUUDxuhKI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/sMKRbAssnN4/s200/OgAAAJjuQ6D3rX0UAEGHfaojt7XdhSv2qbjh6TFQQXP3CNqMmyuVUAZsVRqzIR253aYCTJSXEIEfrN_U9rtyTJJCExgAm1T1UGfWIZehbl3qwGXiyfz26WROfTtf.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;3ª Hall 9000 - Computador assassino do (chato) 2001 - Uma Odisséia no Espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9-0j2FIgHY/TZsUZ-2YS_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/Ye5arYHJgjo/s1600/OgAAALAa32ON3YvP37mtcMjd99BBtwoik9ItQYWCBaw5SetFMIqTlTL65AIKOXsj_RgjUyp7JnN5c2ENJC_Hgbu3NpIAm1T1UIYt_JneDhEYbXKkODS2XWuqB3z_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9-0j2FIgHY/TZsUZ-2YS_I/AAAAAAAAA1c/Ye5arYHJgjo/s200/OgAAALAa32ON3YvP37mtcMjd99BBtwoik9ItQYWCBaw5SetFMIqTlTL65AIKOXsj_RgjUyp7JnN5c2ENJC_Hgbu3NpIAm1T1UIYt_JneDhEYbXKkODS2XWuqB3z_.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com o tempo, posto as outras.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-966609370796066684?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/966609370796066684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=966609370796066684&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/966609370796066684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/966609370796066684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/04/melo.html' title='Melo'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-zjIuCFPYY/TZsUOmjlt2I/AAAAAAAAA1U/2DjatNfQ3KY/s72-c/OgAAAOL8J5o6g7q_t5Mkwhk_SsOlyCiZTaFNuqlFicip0MDNu5EKMJ5XTvSsiz5rSI5stvlRrNyKE6_SM3gYh5zBF-IAm1T1UIhXNW6os8KRWYquSvgs-Mf22DKY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-5109562230770006994</id><published>2011-04-01T08:42:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T08:51:33.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Telstar Hostels - Para Mochileiros de todas as Galáxias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ibxl1VUBA0/TZW5gm3kETI/AAAAAAAAA1M/q-rD3uW_APY/s1600/197930_1947744332941_1222557912_32432855_3635570_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ibxl1VUBA0/TZW5gm3kETI/AAAAAAAAA1M/q-rD3uW_APY/s320/197930_1947744332941_1222557912_32432855_3635570_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nesse final de semana, Melo e eu estivemos na&amp;nbsp;inauguração do hostel dos amigos Fábio e André Casaca.&amp;nbsp;A companhia, não poderia ser melhor. Reencontramos aqueles que não víamos há um tempo e&amp;nbsp;conhecemos novas pessoas.&amp;nbsp;Aproveitamos tudo isso num ambiente que mais parece&amp;nbsp;uma sala de estar&amp;nbsp; tamanho conforto&amp;nbsp;que o albergue oferece. O local,&amp;nbsp;possui bar, internet gratuita, leitos confortáveis, piscina, lounge para relaxar com boa música,&amp;nbsp; livros a escolher e o mais legal, tudo a um preço insignificante de R$ 35,00 - diária.&amp;nbsp;Ele&amp;nbsp;fica ao lado do metrô Vila Mariana, ou seja, bem próximo da jogação dos bares e&amp;nbsp;fervos da Av. Paulista.&amp;nbsp;O albergue, já está aberto a reservas e caso alguém queira indicar um&amp;nbsp;espaço bacana, moderno, alternativo e próximo a tudo, por favor, o Testar Hostels&amp;nbsp;já está recebendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j-WaybrcQpk/TZW5x8aMqTI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/oL54Uxim7-0/s1600/imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j-WaybrcQpk/TZW5x8aMqTI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/oL54Uxim7-0/s320/imagem.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp;os 10 primeiros que fizeram reservas para a Parada GLBT de 2011 terão direito a massagem tailandesa feita pelos próprios proprietários. Brincadeirinha, pessoal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Caso você venha de Marte, Roswell, Cape Canaveral, Theed, Caprica, Kobol ou qualquer lugar do universo, não deixe de conhecer e indicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telstar Hostels&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Rua Capitão Cavalcanti, 177 – Vila Mariana - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;5579-6270&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Facebook com várias fotos do local e mais informações &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Telstar-Hostels/154116921307170"&gt;AQUI!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-5109562230770006994?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/5109562230770006994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=5109562230770006994&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5109562230770006994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5109562230770006994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/04/telstar-hostels.html' title='Telstar Hostels - Para Mochileiros de todas as Galáxias.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ibxl1VUBA0/TZW5gm3kETI/AAAAAAAAA1M/q-rD3uW_APY/s72-c/197930_1947744332941_1222557912_32432855_3635570_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4128954753490423190</id><published>2011-03-31T10:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:13:10.211-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema e tv'/><title type='text'>Chegadas e Partidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem enquanto Melo via tv, eu lia meu livro ao seu lado para lhe fazer companhia. Percebi então que ele se emocionava com Chegadas e Partidas, que passava no canal GNT e apresentação de Astrid Fontenelle. O programa, mostra o (re)encontro/despedida de pessoas e tem o aeroporto como cenário. A apresentadora se aproxima desses "viajantes" e procura conhecer as histórias por trás daqueles abraços, beijos e lágrimas. É praticamente impossível não se emocionar e assistindo ao programa, lembramos de nossas próprias histórias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando Melo teve que se despedir de Fabíola e Fabiano, seus (e agora também meus) melhores amigos quando estes fizeram uma viagem à Londres sem retorno, foi de uma tristeza difícil de suportar. Ou quando logo no começo do nosso namoro, nos separamos pela primeira vez, pois ele precisava fazer uma viagem a trabalho. O cenário era o aeroporto internacional de Guarulhos e a despedida fora a maior da minha vida. Nos falamos por telefone e emails, mas nada consegue amortecer a despedida de pessoas que se amam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="392" width="480"&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=1473209&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;width=480&amp;amp;height=392" name="FlashVars" /&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="392" flashvars="midiaId=1473209&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;width=480&amp;amp;height=392" 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/8696495171276096918-4128954753490423190?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4128954753490423190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4128954753490423190&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4128954753490423190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4128954753490423190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/03/chegadas-e-partidas.html' title='Chegadas e Partidas'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-2344574306013198873</id><published>2011-03-30T09:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:16:42.092-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Dean, Warhol e o Galaxie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para os amigos que gostam de boa música e assim como nós, gostam de pagar barato, dia 15/04 vai rolar no Sesc Pompéia, show de Dean &amp;amp; Britta por apenas R$ 16,00 dinheiros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para quem não está associando o nome da banda, Dean Wareham foi junto com Naomi Yang e Damon Krukowski, um dos fundadores da cultuada banda Galaxie 500 . Dean, após o término do Galaxie fundou o Luna e após lançar diversos discos, juntou-se com sua esposa Britta Phillips para formar o Dean &amp;amp; Britta. No dia 14, eles tocarão o álbum &lt;strong&gt;13 Most Beautiful: Songs for Andy Warhol's Screen Tests&lt;/strong&gt;, projeto de uma série de 13 filmes experimentais que retratam personagens que participaram da pop arte nos Estados Unidos como Nico, Dennis Hopper, entre outros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No dia 15, o show será todo baseado no Galaxie 500, que possui grande influência do Velvet Underground e ainda tem um pé no shoegaze. O trio, é dono de um dos discos mais importantes da minha vida, o &lt;strong&gt;On Fire&lt;/strong&gt;, e mal posso esperar para ouvir "&lt;strong&gt;Decomposing Trees&lt;/strong&gt;" que é uma das músicas mais bonitas do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_z9x04AKaqM" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-2344574306013198873?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/2344574306013198873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=2344574306013198873&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2344574306013198873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2344574306013198873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/03/dean-warhol-e-o-galaxie.html' title='Dean, Warhol e o Galaxie.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_z9x04AKaqM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4053510226673233764</id><published>2011-03-29T10:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:16:59.233-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Angles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ouvindo o novo disco dos Strokes "Angles", só tenho a impressão de que todo esse hiato não compensou. O disco é bacana, mas fica aquém do que poderia ter sido. Julian Casablancas já não é o único compositor e isso percebe-se&amp;nbsp;em sua audição. Resumindo, os Strokes antigos&amp;nbsp;dava vontade de se acabar na pista de tanto dançar, mas funcionava também apenas para ouvi-lo. Nesse Angles, tirando a lindona Life is Simple in the Moonlight, o resto, é apenas dispensável. Julian solou melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFcKuuFujA8/TZHYBamL-pI/AAAAAAAAA1I/F2zQpOGP8hA/s1600/20110211143204_23578_large_strokes-angles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFcKuuFujA8/TZHYBamL-pI/AAAAAAAAA1I/F2zQpOGP8hA/s320/20110211143204_23578_large_strokes-angles.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-4053510226673233764?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4053510226673233764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4053510226673233764&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4053510226673233764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4053510226673233764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/03/angles.html' title='Angles'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFcKuuFujA8/TZHYBamL-pI/AAAAAAAAA1I/F2zQpOGP8hA/s72-c/20110211143204_23578_large_strokes-angles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-5174763760023323540</id><published>2011-03-23T09:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:25:09.947-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um mimo para uma boa semana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Queridos amigos, o tempo e o trabalho me impossibilitam de visitar-lhes, portanto, deixo-lhes um mimo para se lembrarem de mim e a promessa de que semana que vem, retorno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando "Closer - Perto demais" de Mike Nichols estreou, uma das coisas mais emblemáticas do filme não foi apenas Natalie Portman e sim a voz que acompanhava os passos da atriz logo no começo do longa. Damien Rice surgia muito bem acompanhado com The Blower's Daughter, que depois foi assassinada em algumas versões nacionais. A voz de Rice era melancólica e doce e casava-se muito bem com a de Lisa Hannigan com quem faz dupla na canção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dois discos depois, Lisa Hannigan terminou sua parceria com Damien Rice e em 2008 gravou seu primeiro álbum, intitulado Sea Sew. O disco, é lindíssimo e mostra o quão talentosa a cantora é. Algumas de suas músicas lembram canções folclóricas irlandesas e os diversos instrumentos como harmônio que ela utiliza, deixa o som ainda mais belo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Boa semana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tciw3lDxrd8" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-5174763760023323540?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/5174763760023323540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=5174763760023323540&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5174763760023323540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/5174763760023323540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-mimo-para-uma-boa-semana.html' title='Um mimo para uma boa semana.'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Tciw3lDxrd8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-2354189184648988742</id><published>2011-03-18T14:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T14:27:56.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Guerra dos Tronos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;O livro tem quase 600 páginas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ele&amp;nbsp;é o primeiro de um total (segundo o autor) de 7 livros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As letras são miúdas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Há milhares de personagens que as vezes confundem o leitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mas eu tô adorando cada minuto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7RRyEZMe048/TYOWCb0_yOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/ZP3gn5sFDtM/s1600/a+guerra+dos+tronos+vol1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7RRyEZMe048/TYOWCb0_yOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/ZP3gn5sFDtM/s320/a+guerra+dos+tronos+vol1.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-2354189184648988742?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/2354189184648988742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=2354189184648988742&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2354189184648988742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/2354189184648988742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/03/guerra-dos-tronos.html' title='A Guerra dos Tronos'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7RRyEZMe048/TYOWCb0_yOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/ZP3gn5sFDtM/s72-c/a+guerra+dos+tronos+vol1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-7128973852738422591</id><published>2011-03-17T10:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T10:23:53.687-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-t9WKRqs2zUA/TYIKnsXA3rI/AAAAAAAAA04/HqK-6UZiRjk/s1600/guysx390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-t9WKRqs2zUA/TYIKnsXA3rI/AAAAAAAAA04/HqK-6UZiRjk/s320/guysx390.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ed Watson e Derence Kenek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No final de 2009, fiz um post sobre os &lt;a href="http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-formas-de-amar.html"&gt;10 melhores filmes de amor&lt;/a&gt; que eu mais gostava. Naquela lista, estava "Longe Dela" com Julie Christie e Gordon Pinsent. O filme, fala de um casal, juntos há 40 anos e ainda apaixonados que são obrigados a se separar porque a esposa descobre que está com o mal de Alzheimer. Ela, para não se tornar um fardo para o marido, resolve ir viver numa clínica onde receberia cuidados profissionais. O problema, é que durante 30 dias, o marido não pode visitá-la, pois é necessário um período de adaptação. Quando finalmente os 30 dias se passam, ele descobre que sua amada esposa, se esqueceu quem ele era e se apaixona por outro paciente. Só resta então que o marido aceite sua condição de amigo quando aos poucos, tenta ajudá-la a se lembrar do quanto foram felizes juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Menciono esse filme, porque vi esses dias uma matéria no A Capa , em que fala de Ed Watson de 78 anos e diagnosticado com Alzheimer. Watson, vive há 40 anos com Derence Kenek, e gostaria de terminar sua vida casado com seu amado antes que a doença lhe tire lembranças do homem por quem sempre fora apaixonado. O problema é que no Estado da Califórnia, existe a tal Proposição 8, que não permite o casamento entre pessoas do mesmo sexo. Sendo assim, até essa lei for derrubada, o casal terá que viver sem ter seus sonhos realizados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-F4ydvXRkZTk/TYIK4ggYGKI/AAAAAAAAA08/-Lxz4rO1lYA/s1600/DSC00044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-F4ydvXRkZTk/TYIK4ggYGKI/AAAAAAAAA08/-Lxz4rO1lYA/s320/DSC00044.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fico pensando que só a idéia de um dia esquecer os anos ao lado de Alexandre seria ainda pior do que não viver junto dele. Em junho, faremos 10 anos. Espero que muitos ainda sejam futuros e que até o final de nossas vidas, eu possa olhar em seus olhos e lembrar daquele nosso primeiro beijo e de como nosso amor se transformou com o tempo.&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/8696495171276096918-7128973852738422591?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/7128973852738422591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=7128973852738422591&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7128973852738422591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/7128973852738422591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/03/remember-time.html' title='Remember the Time'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-t9WKRqs2zUA/TYIKnsXA3rI/AAAAAAAAA04/HqK-6UZiRjk/s72-c/guysx390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8696495171276096918.post-4591142635890827055</id><published>2011-03-16T09:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T09:39:27.912-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Isso é Hollywood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu nunca fumei cigarro, mas uma das grandes lembranças que tenho dos anos 80, eram os comerciais da Hollywood, Free e Marlboro. Como todas as outras propagandas do gênero, eles eram cheios de momentos entre amigos, alegres,&amp;nbsp;esportivos&amp;nbsp;e divertidos. Sem querer entrar no mérito do politicamente correto, afinal, todos já sabemos sobre os males do fumo, esses comerciais eram geniais e a Hollywood, sempre soube escolher muito bem as canções que embalavam esses quase 1 minutos de propaganda. Já rolou Journey, muito antes de Glee, Heart, Van Halen e meu favorito:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Phenomena II - Did it All for Love. Isso sim era comercial. Isso&amp;nbsp;era Hollywood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YZ0pTcwc8EY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8696495171276096918-4591142635890827055?l=staywilde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/feeds/4591142635890827055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8696495171276096918&amp;postID=4591142635890827055&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4591142635890827055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8696495171276096918/posts/default/4591142635890827055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staywilde.blogspot.com/2011/03/isso-e-hollywood.html' title='Isso é Hollywood...'/><author><name>Wans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03660788539517534547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JBhOUxFrcHM/TfKsaWrSMII/AAAAAAAAA3o/AwOEIS8GFoM/s220/Foto-0111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YZ0pTcwc8EY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry></feed>
