<?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-8273863433775306800</id><updated>2011-08-01T18:28:38.507-07:00</updated><category term='letras'/><category term='present tense'/><category term='Go'/><category term='Oceans'/><category term='pearl jam'/><category term='Once'/><category term='Alive'/><category term='Deep'/><category term='sometimes'/><category term='black'/><category term='Release'/><category term='Even Flow'/><category term='Jeremy'/><category term='Garden'/><category term='video'/><category term='videos'/><category term='ten'/><category term='Why'/><category term='traducao'/><category term='Porch'/><title type='text'>Dia presente...</title><subtitle type='html'>... numa terra de passado duvidoso e futuro incerto.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapresente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8273863433775306800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapresente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ricardo kanashiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389067693765319466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img4.orkut.com/images/medium/1189082660/1266144.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8273863433775306800.post-1285601190480797560</id><published>2010-10-25T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:42:08.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O retorno.... again!</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok... eu já voltei e parei diversas vezes... espero que finalmente eu possa voltar em definitivo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8273863433775306800-1285601190480797560?l=diapresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapresente.blogspot.com/feeds/1285601190480797560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8273863433775306800&amp;postID=1285601190480797560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8273863433775306800/posts/default/1285601190480797560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8273863433775306800/posts/default/1285601190480797560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapresente.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-retorno-again.html' title='O retorno.... again!'/><author><name>Ricardo kanashiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389067693765319466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img4.orkut.com/images/medium/1189082660/1266144.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8273863433775306800.post-4309694402702648548</id><published>2008-05-12T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T06:20:09.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present tense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearl jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras'/><title type='text'>Present Tense</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xwamCGQU7_s&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xwamCGQU7_s&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the way that tree bends? Does it inspire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você vê como aquelas árvores se curvam? Aquilo inspira?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning out to catch the suns rays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendendo a pegar os raios de sol... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson to be apply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma lição para ser aplicada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you getting something out of this all encompassing trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você está tirando algo desta viagem onde todos estamos juntos? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend your time alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você pode passar seu tempo só,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redigesting past regrets, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Digerindo arrependimentos passados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can come to terms and realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ou você pode vir até o limite e se dar conta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who cannot forgive yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que você é o único que não pode se perdoar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes much more sense... To live, in the present tense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faz muito mais sentido viver no presente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ideas on how this life ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você tem idéia de como esta vida acaba? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check your hands and study the lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Olhou suas mãos e estudou as linhas dela? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever believed that the road ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você acredita que a estrada adiante&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascends off into the light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conduz à iluminação? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that needlessly it's getting harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parece que, sem necessidade, está cada vez mais difícil &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find an approach and a way to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Achar um caminho e um jeito de se viver...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we getting something out of this all encompassing trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você está tirando algo desta viagem onde todos estamos juntos? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend your time alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você pode passar seu tempo só,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redigesting past regrets, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Digerindo arrependimentos passados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can come to terms and realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ou você pode vir até o limite e se dar conta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one who cannot forgive yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que você é o único que não pode se perdoar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes much more sense... To live, in the present tense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faz muito mais sentido viver no presente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Opinião:&lt;/b&gt; uma das melhores canções do Pearl Jam. Letra simples porém profunda. E a música então? Não há palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Essa foi uma apresentação no David Letterman, e com certeza foi uma das melhores que já vi. A parte onde só a galera canta é de arrepiar... eu imagino como deve ter sido estar lá no meio. Infelizmente na turne pelo Brasil, não pude ver ao vivo (mas em compensação vi Faithful!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8273863433775306800-4309694402702648548?l=diapresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapresente.blogspot.com/feeds/4309694402702648548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8273863433775306800&amp;postID=4309694402702648548' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8273863433775306800/posts/default/4309694402702648548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8273863433775306800/posts/default/4309694402702648548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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term='Release'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearl jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oceans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Pearl Jam - Live - TEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pearljam.com/releases/release.php?release=Ten"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.pearljam.com/i/covers/ten.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="470" height="406"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/FDD1FCFE453530C1" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/FDD1FCFE453530C1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="470" height="406" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gskAeWgEExk&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=FDD1FCFE453530C1&amp;index=5&amp;playnext=6&amp;playnext_from=PL"&gt;Playlist no YouTube&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Once&lt;br /&gt;Even Flow&lt;br /&gt;Alive&lt;br /&gt;Why Go&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;Oceans&lt;br /&gt;Porch&lt;br /&gt;Garden&lt;br /&gt;Deep&lt;br /&gt;Release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8273863433775306800-1441536970991373643?l=diapresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapresente.blogspot.com/feeds/1441536970991373643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8273863433775306800&amp;postID=1441536970991373643' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8273863433775306800/posts/default/1441536970991373643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8273863433775306800/posts/default/1441536970991373643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapresente.blogspot.com/2008/03/pearl-jam-live-ten.html' title='Pearl Jam - Live - TEN'/><author><name>Ricardo kanashiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389067693765319466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img4.orkut.com/images/medium/1189082660/1266144.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8273863433775306800.post-3315186916079265763</id><published>2008-03-26T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:59:21.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearl jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoG897LvAAI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoG897LvAAI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey...oooh...&lt;br /&gt;Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lençóis de tela de pintura vazia, intocaveis lençóis de lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were laid spread out before me as her body once did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Estavam espalhadas diante de mim como um dia o corpo dela esteve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All five horizons revolved around her soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Todos os cinco horizontes girando ao redor de sua alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the earth to the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Como a terra ao redor do sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Agora o ar que eu provei e respirei se transformou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and all I taught her was everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E o que eu ensinei a ela era ... tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eu sei que ela me deu tudo que ela usou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E agora minhas mãos machucadas esfregam-se debaixo do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of what was everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do que era tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Todas as fotos foram pintadas de preto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;marcando tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a walk outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eu dou um passeio lá fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by some kids at play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eu sou cercado por algumas crianças que brincam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eu posso sentir suas risadas então por que eu me entristeço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eu estou sendo retorcido pelos pensamentos que giram minha cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eu estou girando, eu estou girando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How quick the sun can, drop away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tão rápido quanto um pôr-do-sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E agora minhas mãos machucadas seguram vidros quebrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of what was everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do que era tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures have all been washed in black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Todas as fotos foram pintadas de preto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;marcando tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the love gone bad turned my world to black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Todo amor virou mal, levando meu mundo pro escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I will be...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Escurecendo tudo que eu vejo tudo que eu sou... tudo que eu poderia ser... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...&lt;br /&gt;I know someday you'll have a beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eu sei que um dia você terá uma vida maravilhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be a star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eu sei que você será uma estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In somebody else's sky, but why, why, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No céu de outra pessoa Mas por que... Por que ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't it be, can't it be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Por que não poderia, por que não poderia ser no meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Comentários: a música que me transformou em fan incondicional da banda. Fala do sofrimento pelo fim de um relacionamento, e a dor que isso causa... principalmente pelo fato de saber que a pessoa era realmente especial. Essa versão tirada do Unplugged MTV, é uma das melhores na minha opinião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8273863433775306800-3315186916079265763?l=diapresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapresente.blogspot.com/feeds/3315186916079265763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8273863433775306800&amp;postID=3315186916079265763' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8273863433775306800/posts/default/3315186916079265763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8273863433775306800/posts/default/3315186916079265763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapresente.blogspot.com/2008/03/black-pearl-jam-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo kanashiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389067693765319466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img4.orkut.com/images/medium/1189082660/1266144.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8273863433775306800.post-1185860447567736306</id><published>2008-03-26T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:00:07.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pearl jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traducao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sometimes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2CE9IJzgZkk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2CE9IJzgZkk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Large fingers pushing paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grandes dedos espalhando tinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're God and you got big hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Você é Deus e tem mãos grandes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colours blend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As cores misturam-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenges you give man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Os desafios, você dá a eles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek my part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Busco minha parte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devote myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;devoto-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My small self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Meu pequeno eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a book amongst the many on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Como um livro dentre muitos em uma estante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Às vezes eu sei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Às vezes eu me elevo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Às vezes caio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Às vezes não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cringe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Às vezes me encolho de medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Às vezes eu vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Às vezes ando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I kneel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Às vezes me ajoelho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I speak of nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Às vezes falo de absolutamente nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I reach to myself... dear God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Às vezes eu encontro a mim... querido Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Comentário: música que abre o álbum &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No Code&lt;/span&gt;, e não poderia ser melhor música... é quase uma prece... a música calma vai aumentando sua intensidade junto com o vocal meio que "desesperado" de Ed Vedder, para simplesmente terminar como tudo começou. E assim é a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letra e tradução - fonte: &lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/pearl-jam/30345/"&gt;Terra Letras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8273863433775306800-1185860447567736306?l=diapresente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapresente.blogspot.com/feeds/1185860447567736306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8273863433775306800&amp;postID=1185860447567736306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8273863433775306800/posts/default/1185860447567736306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8273863433775306800/posts/default/1185860447567736306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapresente.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-pearl-jam-large-fingers.html' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo kanashiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01389067693765319466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img4.orkut.com/images/medium/1189082660/1266144.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
