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		<title>ai, Caio&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://thebedtimestories.wordpress.com/2010/06/15/ai-caio/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 21:41:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>babbinha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Tudo isso me perturbava porque eu pensara até então que, de certa forma, toda minha evolução conduzira lentamente a uma espécie de não-precisar-de-ninguém. Até então aceitara todas as ausências e dizia muitas vezes para os outros que me sentia um pouco como um álbum de retratos. Carregava centenas de fotografias amarelecidas em páginas que folheava [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thebedtimestories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5643893&amp;post=123&amp;subd=thebedtimestories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Tudo isso me perturbava porque eu pensara até então que, de certa forma, toda minha evolução conduzira lentamente a uma espécie de não-precisar-de-ninguém. Até então aceitara todas as ausências e dizia muitas vezes para os outros que me sentia um pouco como um álbum de retratos. Carregava centenas de fotografias amarelecidas em páginas que folheava detidamente durante a insônia e dentro dos ônibus olhando pelas janelas e nos elevadores de edifícios altos e em todos os lugares onde de repente ficava sozinho comigo mesmo. Virava as páginas lentamente, há muito tempo antes, e não me surpreendia nem me atemorizava pensar que muito tempo depois estaria da mesma forma de mãos dadas com um outro eu amortecido — da mesma forma — revendo antigas fotografias. Mas o que me doía, agora, era um passado próximo. &#8220;</p>
<p>(Caio Fernando Abreu)</p>
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		<title>teorias&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://thebedtimestories.wordpress.com/2010/05/10/teorias/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2010 21:40:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>babbinha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;The act of leaning in to kiss someone, or asking to kiss them, is fraught with the possibility of rejection, so the person least likely to get rejected should do the leaning in or the asking. And that person, at least in high school heterosexual relationships, is definitely the girl. Think about it: boys basically, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thebedtimestories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5643893&amp;post=120&amp;subd=thebedtimestories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>&#8220;The act of leaning in to kiss someone, or asking to kiss them, is fraught with the possibility of rejection, so the person least likely to get rejected should do the leaning in or the asking. And that person, at least in high school heterosexual relationships, is definitely the girl. Think about it: boys basically, want to kiss girls. Guys want to make out. Always. Hassan aside, there&#8217;s rarely a time when a boy is thinking, &#8220;Eh, I think I&#8217;d rather not kiss a girl today.&#8221; Maybe if a guy is actually, literally on fire, he won&#8217;t be thinking about hooking up. But that&#8217;s about it. Whereas girls are very fickle about the business of kissing. Sometimes they want to make out; sometimes they don&#8217;t. They&#8217;re an impenetrable fortress of unknowability, really. Ergo: girls should always make the first move, because (a) they are, on the whole, less likely to be rejected than guys, and (b) that way, girls will never get kissed unless they want to be kissed.&#8221;</p></blockquote>
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		<title>adaptável, mas nem tanto&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://thebedtimestories.wordpress.com/2010/04/23/adaptavel-mas-nem-tanto/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2010 19:45:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>babbinha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;At this moment, there are 6 billion, 8 hundred, 39 million, 93 thousand, 9 hundred, 97 people in the world. Some are running scared.. some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day.. others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good, and some are [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thebedtimestories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5643893&amp;post=118&amp;subd=thebedtimestories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;At this moment, there are 6 billion, 8 hundred, 39 million, 93 thousand, 9 hundred, 97 people in the world.</p>
<p>Some are running scared.. some are coming home.</p>
<p>Some tell lies to make it through the day.. others are just now facing the truth.</p>
<p>Some are evil men at war with good, and some are good.. struggling with evil.</p>
<p>6 billion people in the world, 6 billion souls &#8211;</p>
<p>and sometimes&#8230; all you need is one .&#8221;</p>
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		<title>pois é&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 23:11:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>babbinha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Ontem por incrível que pareça todos os lugares que pisei eu te procurei. (…) Fiquei feliz em poder sentir tua falta, – a falta mostra o quão necessitamos de algo/alguém. É assim o nosso ciclo. Eu te preciso. Perto, longe, tanto faz. Preciso saber que tu está bem, se respira, se comeu ou tomou banho [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thebedtimestories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5643893&amp;post=114&amp;subd=thebedtimestories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<div id="_mcePaste">“Ontem por incrível que pareça todos os lugares que pisei eu te procurei. (…) Fiquei feliz em poder sentir tua falta, – a falta mostra o quão necessitamos de algo/alguém. É assim o nosso ciclo. Eu te preciso. Perto, longe, tanto faz. Preciso saber que tu está bem, se respira, se comeu ou tomou banho – com o calor que está fazendo neste verão, tome pelo menos uns três ao dia, e pense em mim, estou com calor também. Me faz bem pensar nessas atividades corriqueiras, que supostamente você está fazendo. Ah, e eu estou te esperando, com meu vestido curto, óculos escuros grandes e meu coração pulsando forte, e te abraçar até sentir o mundo girar apenas para nós. É, eu gosto muito de ti.”</div>
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<div id="_mcePaste">Caio Fernando Abreu</div>
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		<title>amores platônicos</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2010 17:06:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>babbinha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Porque quem disse que o melhor do amor é estar perto de quem se ama e ser correspondido, definitivamente nunca se apaixonou pelo menino. Porque eu gosto dos meus amores assim, intocáveis, platônicos e cercados de uma boa dose de imaginação.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thebedtimestories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5643893&amp;post=112&amp;subd=thebedtimestories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Porque quem disse que o melhor do amor é estar perto de quem se ama e ser correspondido, definitivamente nunca se apaixonou pelo menino.</p>
<p>Porque eu gosto dos meus amores assim, intocáveis, platônicos e cercados de uma boa dose de imaginação.</p>
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		<title>So why do you fill my sorrow?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 17:07:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ensinou-nos muito mais do que devíamos aprender, mas nos ensinou, sobretudo, que nenhum lugar da vida é mais triste que uma cama vazia. (Gabriel García Márquez)<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thebedtimestories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5643893&amp;post=110&amp;subd=thebedtimestories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>Ensinou-nos muito mais do que devíamos aprender, mas nos ensinou, sobretudo, que nenhum lugar da vida é mais triste que uma cama vazia. (Gabriel García Márquez)</p></blockquote>
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		<title>My Dear Doctor&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://thebedtimestories.wordpress.com/2010/02/18/my-dear-doctor/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 02:40:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;The path has never seemed more slow, and yet I fear I am nearing its end. Reason tells me that you and I are unlikely to meet again, but I think I shall not listen to reason. I have seen the world inside your head and know that all things are possible. Hurry though, my [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thebedtimestories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5643893&amp;post=107&amp;subd=thebedtimestories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p><strong><em>&#8220;The path has never seemed more slow, and yet I fear I am nearing its end. Reason tells me that you and I are unlikely to meet again, but I think I shall not listen to reason. </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>I have seen the world inside your head and know that all things are possible. </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Hurry though, my love: my days grow shorter now, and I am so very weak. </em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em>Godspeed, my lonely angel.&#8221;</em></strong></p></blockquote>
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		<title>&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://thebedtimestories.wordpress.com/2010/02/01/105/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 16:51:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Os adolescente da minha geração, ávidos pela vida, esqueceram de corpo e alma as ilusões do porvir, até que a realidade ensinou a eles que o futuro não era do jeito que sonhavam e descobriram a nostalgia!&#8221; (Memória de minhas putas tristes &#8211; Gabriel García Márquez)<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thebedtimestories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5643893&amp;post=105&amp;subd=thebedtimestories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Os adolescente da minha geração, ávidos pela vida, esqueceram de corpo e alma as ilusões do porvir, até que a realidade ensinou a eles que o futuro não era do jeito que sonhavam e descobriram a nostalgia!&#8221;</p>
<p>(Memória de minhas putas tristes &#8211; Gabriel García Márquez)</p>
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		<title>My Resolution&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 16:30:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Esse ano eu decidi que não vou prometer nada. Tudo isso tem 2 motivos: 1. As coisas que eu prometo pra mim, todo início de ano, eu nunca cumpro. Foi assim com a academia, foi assim com o regime, foi assim com poupar dinheiro&#8230; enfim, é sempre assim. 2. As coisas que eu acho que [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thebedtimestories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5643893&amp;post=103&amp;subd=thebedtimestories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Esse ano eu decidi que não vou prometer nada.</p>
<p>Tudo isso tem 2 motivos:</p>
<p>1. As coisas que eu prometo pra mim, todo início de ano, eu nunca cumpro. Foi assim com a academia, foi assim com o regime, foi assim com poupar dinheiro&#8230; enfim, é sempre assim.</p>
<p>2. As coisas que eu acho que vão chegar até mim, nunca chegam.</p>
<p>Sendo assim, esse ano eu não prometo nada.</p>
<p>Afinal, a principal lição que fica de 2009 é que sonhar é o primeiro passo pra se desiludir.</p>
<p>E que venha 2010, porque esse 2009 foi mesmo um pé no saco.</p>
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		<title>it&#8217;s alright&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://thebedtimestories.wordpress.com/2009/11/29/its-alright/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:35:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Me sinto só, mas eu vou indo, esperando a noite chegar. E o amanhã vem vindo, não tenho nada pra me preocupar. Longe de sol eu vou seguindo, não sinto falta de ninguém. Prefiro estar sozinho porque assim está tudo bem&#8230;&#8221;<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=thebedtimestories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=5643893&amp;post=101&amp;subd=thebedtimestories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Me sinto só, mas eu vou indo, esperando a noite chegar. E o amanhã vem vindo, não tenho nada pra me preocupar. Longe de sol eu vou seguindo, não sinto falta de ninguém. Prefiro estar sozinho porque assim está tudo bem&#8230;&#8221;</p>
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