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Sua idade exata era desconhecida, mas estima-se que tivesse mais de cem anos.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EA espécie, endêmica da ilha Pinta, foi levada à extinção pela caça e pela introdução de cabras, que destruíram a vegetação. George foi resgatado da ilha em 1972 por um grupo de caçadores dedicados a erradicar as cabras. Hoje, a vegetação da ilha está se regenerando, porém a perda de biodiversidade é irreversível.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EDisso, o solitário George é um símbolo.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-czFuIzjxphU\/T-iz0TNFsxI\/AAAAAAAACEc\/TDOnyY2dqL0\/s1600\/LonesomeGeorge.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-czFuIzjxphU\/T-iz0TNFsxI\/AAAAAAAACEc\/TDOnyY2dqL0\/s400\/LonesomeGeorge.jpg\" alt=\"24 de junho de 2012, faleceu em Galápagos o Solitário George\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cem\u003E\"How many ears must one man have\u003Cbr \/\u003EBefore he can hear people cry?\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd how many deaths will it take 'till he knows\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat too many people have died?\"\u003Cblockquote\u003EBob Dylan, Blowig in the Wind\u003C\/blockquote\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/raizasas.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3118708476156964516\/comments\/default","title":"Postar comentários"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=8610369201573778570\u0026postID=3118708476156964516\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 Comentários"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8610369201573778570\/posts\/default\/3118708476156964516"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8610369201573778570\/posts\/default\/3118708476156964516"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/raizasas.blogspot.com\/2012\/06\/nota-de-falecimento-solitario-george.html","title":"Nota de falecimento: Solitário George"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Mari Lee"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/05472863959319880467"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"28","height":"32","src":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_sXVCF4z2y1c\/S7LIh3g7IMI\/AAAAAAAAACk\/XIkONX8t6mk\/S220\/me1.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-czFuIzjxphU\/T-iz0TNFsxI\/AAAAAAAACEc\/TDOnyY2dqL0\/s72-c\/LonesomeGeorge.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610369201573778570.post-65932896623321673"},"published":{"$t":"2011-05-03T23:17:00.007-03:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2011-05-03T23:50:55.767-03:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"código florestal"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"letras e poemas"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Código será votado amanhã"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"Regime de urgência do Código Florestal acaba de ser aprovado na Câmara, com 399 votos SIM, 18 NÃO e 1 abstenção.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIsso significa que \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/raizasas.blogspot.com\/2011\/05\/novissima-proposta-de-codigo-florestal.html\" target=\"_blank\"\u003Eesse arremedo de lei\u003C\/a\u003E vai ser votado amanhã (dia 04\/04).\u003Cbr \/\u003EMe diz, como a gente dorme, agora??\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ENão sei, mas de algum lugar a gente tira forças para continuar na luta quando sabe que a causa é boa!\u003Cbr \/\u003ENão desistam!\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003E\u003Cb\u003EA Flor e A Náusea\u003C\/b\u003E\u003C\/font\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cblockquote\u003EPreso à minha classe e a algumas roupas,\u003Cbr \/\u003Evou de branco pela rua cizenta.\u003Cbr \/\u003EMelancolias, mercadorias, espreitam-me.\u003Cbr \/\u003EDevo seguir até o enjôo?\u003Cbr \/\u003EPosso, sem armas, revoltar-me?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EOlhos sujos no relógio da torre:\u003Cbr \/\u003ENão, o tempo não chegou de completa justiça.\u003Cbr \/\u003EO tempo é ainda de fezes, maus poemas, alucinações e espera.\u003Cbr \/\u003EO tempo pobre, o poeta pobre\u003Cbr \/\u003Efundem-se no mesmo impasse.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EEm vão me tento explicar, os muros são surdos.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESob a  pele das palavras há cifras e códigos.\u003Cbr \/\u003EO sol consola os doentes e não os renova.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs coisas. Que triste são as coisas, consideradas em ênfase.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EVomitar este tédio sobre a cidade.\u003Cbr \/\u003EQuarenta anos e nenhum problema\u003Cbr \/\u003Eresolvido, sequer colocado.\u003Cbr \/\u003ENenhuma carta escrita nem recebida.\u003Cbr \/\u003ETodos os homens voltam pra casa.\u003Cbr \/\u003EEstão menos livres mas levam jornais\u003Cbr \/\u003Ee soletram o mundo, sabendo que o perdem.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ECrimes da terra, como perdoá-los?\u003Cbr \/\u003ETomei parte em muitos, outros escondi.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAlguns achei belos, foram publicados.\u003Cbr \/\u003ECrimes suaves, que ajudam a viver.\u003Cbr \/\u003ERação diária de erro, distribuída em casa.\u003Cbr \/\u003EOs ferozes padeiros do mal.\u003Cbr \/\u003EOs ferozes leiteiros do mal.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EPôr fogo em tudo, inclusive em mim.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAo menino de 1918 chamavam anarquista.\u003Cbr \/\u003EPorém meu ódio é o melhor de mim.\u003Cbr \/\u003ECom ele me salvo\u003Cbr \/\u003Ee dou a poucos uma esperança mínima.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EUma flor nasceu na rua!\u003Cbr \/\u003EPassem de longe, bondes, ônibus, rio de aço do tráfego.\u003Cbr \/\u003EUma flor ainda desbotada\u003Cbr \/\u003Eilude a polícia, rompe o asfalto.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFaçam completo silêncio, paralisem os negócios,\u003Cbr \/\u003Egaranto que uma flor nasceu.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESua cor não se percebe.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESuas pétalas não se abrem.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESeu nome não está nos livros.\u003Cbr \/\u003EÉ feia. Mas é realmente uma flor.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESento-me no chão da capital do país às cinco horas da tarde\u003Cbr \/\u003Ee lentamente passo a mão nessa forma insegura.\u003Cbr \/\u003EDo lado das montanhas, nuvens macias avolumam-se.\u003Cbr \/\u003EPequenos pontos brancos movem-se no mar, galinhas em pânico.\u003Cbr \/\u003EÉ feia. Mas é uma flor. Furou o asfalto, o tédio, o nojo e o ódio.\u003C\/blockquote\u003E\u003Cem\u003ECarlos Drummond de Andrade\u003C\/em\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-cOmb1qnE4Qs\/TcC-hhC-yyI\/AAAAAAAABP4\/cQXaTQPgj6w\/s1600\/Drummond-Uma_flor_nasceu_na_rua.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-cOmb1qnE4Qs\/TcC-hhC-yyI\/AAAAAAAABP4\/cQXaTQPgj6w\/s400\/Drummond-Uma_flor_nasceu_na_rua.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"A Flor e a Náusea\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602687419464731426\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/raizasas.blogspot.com\/feeds\/65932896623321673\/comments\/default","title":"Postar comentários"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=8610369201573778570\u0026postID=65932896623321673\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 Comentários"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8610369201573778570\/posts\/default\/65932896623321673"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8610369201573778570\/posts\/default\/65932896623321673"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/raizasas.blogspot.com\/2011\/05\/codigo-sera-votado-amanha.html","title":"Código será votado amanhã"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Mari Lee"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/05472863959319880467"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"28","height":"32","src":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_sXVCF4z2y1c\/S7LIh3g7IMI\/AAAAAAAAACk\/XIkONX8t6mk\/S220\/me1.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-cOmb1qnE4Qs\/TcC-hhC-yyI\/AAAAAAAABP4\/cQXaTQPgj6w\/s72-c\/Drummond-Uma_flor_nasceu_na_rua.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610369201573778570.post-2546891966305374518"},"published":{"$t":"2011-02-03T11:11:00.009-02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2011-05-04T14:04:41.906-03:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"ambiente"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"letras e poemas"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Pastai, olhos meus..."},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cblockquote\u003E\u003Cb\u003EPOEMA DE CIRCUNSTÂNCIA\u003C\/b\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cem\u003EMário Quintana\u003C\/em\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EOnde estão os meus verdes?\u003Cbr \/\u003EOs meus azuis?\u003Cbr \/\u003EO arranha-céu comeu!\u003Cbr \/\u003EE ainda falam nos mastodontes, nos brontossauros,\u003Cbr \/\u003Enos tiranossauros,\u003Cbr \/\u003EQue mais sei eu...\u003Cbr \/\u003EOs verdadeiros monstros, os Papões, são eles, os arranha céus!\u003Cbr \/\u003EDaqui\u003Cbr \/\u003EDo fundo\u003Cbr \/\u003EDas suas goelas\u003Cbr \/\u003ESó vemos o céu, estreitamente, através de suas empinadas\u003Cbr \/\u003Egargantas ressecas.\u003Cbr \/\u003EPara que lhes serviu beberem tanta luz?!\u003Cbr \/\u003EDefronte\u003Cbr \/\u003EÁ janela onde trabalho\u003Cbr \/\u003EHá uma grande árvore...\u003Cbr \/\u003EMas já estão gestando um monstro de permeio!\u003Cbr \/\u003ESim, uma grande árvore...Enquanto há verde,\u003Cbr \/\u003EPastai, pastai, os olhos meus...\u003Cbr \/\u003EUma grande árvore muito verde...Ah,\u003Cbr \/\u003ETodos os meus olhares são de adeus\u003Cbr \/\u003EComo um último olhar de um condenado!\u003C\/blockquote\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_sXVCF4z2y1c\/TUq0vUXKZHI\/AAAAAAAAAwQ\/uzEr55H9rs0\/s1600\/arvore_rua.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_sXVCF4z2y1c\/TUq0vUXKZHI\/AAAAAAAAAwQ\/uzEr55H9rs0\/s400\/arvore_rua.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"uma única árvore muito verde\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569462614209750130\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cem\u003EUma sobrevivente... \"atrapalhando\" o caminho.\u003Cbr \/\u003EFoto do álbum de \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/darlanmc\/\" target=\"_blank\"\u003Efotemas, no Flickr\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/raizasas.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2546891966305374518\/comments\/default","title":"Postar comentários"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=8610369201573778570\u0026postID=2546891966305374518\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 Comentários"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8610369201573778570\/posts\/default\/2546891966305374518"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8610369201573778570\/posts\/default\/2546891966305374518"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/raizasas.blogspot.com\/2011\/02\/pastai-olhos-meus.html","title":"Pastai, olhos meus..."}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Mari Lee"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/05472863959319880467"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"28","height":"32","src":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_sXVCF4z2y1c\/S7LIh3g7IMI\/AAAAAAAAACk\/XIkONX8t6mk\/S220\/me1.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_sXVCF4z2y1c\/TUq0vUXKZHI\/AAAAAAAAAwQ\/uzEr55H9rs0\/s72-c\/arvore_rua.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610369201573778570.post-7211178388150480677"},"published":{"$t":"2010-08-24T16:27:00.013-03:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2011-09-20T12:58:42.818-03:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"datas especiais"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"letras e poemas"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"música"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Adeus, 25"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_sXVCF4z2y1c\/THQo1yHhtuI\/AAAAAAAAAiU\/PTNTudueyUo\/s1600\/VerucaSalt_1997.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_sXVCF4z2y1c\/THQo1yHhtuI\/AAAAAAAAAiU\/PTNTudueyUo\/s320\/VerucaSalt_1997.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Veruca Salt em 1997\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509073148632479458\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E \u003Ccenter\u003E\u003Cem\u003EVeruca Salt: formação de 1997 (Steve Lack, Nina Gordon, Louise Post e Stacy Jones)\u003C\/em\u003E\u003C\/center\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cblockquote\u003E\u003Cfont size=\"4\"\u003EAwesome\u003C\/font\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E(Veruca Salt)\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EGoodbye 25, you were a good year for the girls.\u003Cbr \/\u003EGoodbye 25, you'll be the goldfinch, I'm the harpies.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThere's something in the unity,\u003Cbr \/\u003EForget humility,\u003Cbr \/\u003EOh, what's coming over me\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's awesome, awesome,\u003Cbr \/\u003EGod forgive me, I know it's so awesome, awesome,\u003Cbr \/\u003EHeaven help me, I know it's a fine place to be.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EGoodbye indolence, your filthy left hand kept me down.\u003Cbr \/\u003EGoodbye cowardice, you'll be the Tigris, I'm Euphrates.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThere's something in the unity,\u003Cbr \/\u003EForget humility,\u003Cbr \/\u003EOh, what's coming over me\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's awesome, awesome,\u003Cbr \/\u003EGod forgive me, I know it's so awesome, awesome.\u003Cbr \/\u003EHeaven help me, I know, I know it's a fine place to be.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThere's something in the unity,\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat's coming over me...\u003Cbr \/\u003EOh, fuck humility,\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe're awesome, awesome.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAll the Salts go, I know it's so awesome, awesome.\u003Cbr \/\u003EEverybody, I know, I know it's a fine place to be...\u003C\/blockquote\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cem\u003EEsta canção maravilhosa é do álbum \"Eight Arms to Hold You\" (1997), da banda americana Veruca Salt.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_sXVCF4z2y1c\/THQe0wkYHmI\/AAAAAAAAAiM\/_qHp6bA8Mck\/s1600\/VerucaSalt_EightArms_Cover.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"\u003E\u003Cimg style=\"display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_sXVCF4z2y1c\/THQe0wkYHmI\/AAAAAAAAAiM\/_qHp6bA8Mck\/s400\/VerucaSalt_EightArms_Cover.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Veruca Salt - Eight Arms to Hold You\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509062135920467554\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003ELink para baixar o álbum (muito recomendado!):\u003C\/em\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003Ehttp:\/\/www.4shared.com\/file\/131763814\/7bf37612\/Veruca_Salt__Eight_Arms_To_Hold_You_1997_.html"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/raizasas.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7211178388150480677\/comments\/default","title":"Postar comentários"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=8610369201573778570\u0026postID=7211178388150480677\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 Comentários"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8610369201573778570\/posts\/default\/7211178388150480677"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8610369201573778570\/posts\/default\/7211178388150480677"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/raizasas.blogspot.com\/2010\/08\/adeus-25.html","title":"Adeus, 25"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Mari Lee"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/05472863959319880467"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"28","height":"32","src":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_sXVCF4z2y1c\/S7LIh3g7IMI\/AAAAAAAAACk\/XIkONX8t6mk\/S220\/me1.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_sXVCF4z2y1c\/THQo1yHhtuI\/AAAAAAAAAiU\/PTNTudueyUo\/s72-c\/VerucaSalt_1997.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8610369201573778570.post-3012407594631349676"},"published":{"$t":"2010-08-23T01:39:00.006-03:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2011-09-24T11:07:23.520-03:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"letras e poemas"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"música"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"petróleo"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"vídeos"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Driving Driving Driving - Kimya Dawson"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"Não é exatamente uma novidade, mas eu encontrei hoje e quero compartilhar.\u003Cbr \/\u003EA cantora \u003Cem\u003Efolk\u003C\/em\u003E (ou melhor, \u003Cem\u003Eanti-folk\u003C\/em\u003E, segundo ela) americana Kimya Dawson (responsável por boa parte das canções do filme Juno) fez uma música sobre o derramamento de petróleo no Golfo do México.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EConsta que, após quatro meses da \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/raizasas.blogspot.com\/2010\/05\/catastrofe-nos-eua-e-os-combustiveis_02.html\" target=\"_blank\"\u003Eexplosão da plataforma de petróleo\u003C\/a\u003E, \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/www.estadao.com.br\/noticias\/internacional,bp-confirma-fim-de-vazamento-de-petroleo-no-golfo-do-mexico,592447,0.htm\" target=\"_blank\"\u003Econseguiram parar o vazamento\u003C\/a\u003E. Mas \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/www.estadao.com.br\/noticias\/internacional,maior-parte-do-petroleo-segue-no-golfo-do-mexico-apontam-cientistas,596580,0.htm\" target=\"_blank\"\u003Eo petróleo continua no mar\u003C\/a\u003E.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EEu adoro a Kimya. Suas músicas são simples, mas dizem tudo.\u003Cbr \/\u003EEla publicou o clipe abaixo em \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/blogs.myspace.com\/kimyadawson\" target=\"_blank\"\u003Eseu blog\u003C\/a\u003E no dia 24 de junho.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cobject width=\"640\" height=\"385\"\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/1PawtbD-GQQ\u0026color1=0xb1b1b1\u0026color2=0xd0d0d0\u0026hl=en_US\u0026feature=player_embedded\u0026fs=1\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cparam name=\"allowScriptAccess\" value=\"always\"\u003E\u003C\/param\u003E\u003Cembed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/1PawtbD-GQQ\u0026color1=0xb1b1b1\u0026color2=0xd0d0d0\u0026hl=en_US\u0026feature=player_embedded\u0026fs=1\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" allowScriptAccess=\"always\" width=\"640\" height=\"385\"\u003E\u003C\/embed\u003E\u003C\/object\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cblockquote\u003EDriving Driving Driving\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI'm not a conspiracy theorist, but I read blogs by scientists\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd I believe they know more than we are being told\u003Cbr \/\u003EBy the mainstream media sources who want the truth to hold it's horses\u003Cbr \/\u003Eso there isn't mass hysteria as the sea floor erodes\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd those in and on the ocean all say hey what's this commotion\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand they try to get away but they are moving in slow motion\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebecause their bodies are so heavy from a substance thick and deadly\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethey say I don't want to die It's all your fault I wasn't ready\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI'm so sorry and I'm scared and sad and mad and unprepared\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto see the stuff that's in the sea evaporate into the air\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewhere it will gather and form clouds that travel north upon the wind\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand drop their cool refreshing poison raindrops on our crops and children\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESo this may be the end I've always thought the end of man\u003Cbr \/\u003Ewould be exactly what we need for the earth to stand a chance\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd I always thought I would be fine If this happened if my lifetime\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut now that I'm a mother it seems much more terrifying\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd I've always identified with a turtle's soft insides\u003Cbr \/\u003EBecause there are times when I really need to hide\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut even the strongest, hardest, thickest shell is not designed\u003Cbr \/\u003Eto survive, to survive, to survive\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESomething of this magnitude\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBecause water is fluid and oil is crude\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd it billows way down deep and it sticks to grains of sand\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd it floats upon the surface where the birds all try to land\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd the marshes are all ruined and ecosystems destroyed\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd the people all along the Gulf Coast are now unemployed\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhile the men who cut the corners still scream DRILL, DRILL, DRILL\u003Cbr \/\u003Efrom their yachts so far away and their mansions on the hill\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd they turn away the cameras and scream KILL, KILL, KILL\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs they light endangered sea turtles on fire\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThey light turtles on fire\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBecause the seas are all connected, and we are all connected\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd you are in denial if you think you won't be affected\u003Cbr \/\u003EYou can't hide behind your flag because water knows no border\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt will creep in every crack and seep in every pore\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThey lie about the numbers the solutions are illusions\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut no cover up can hide this huge of a contusion\u003Cbr \/\u003EOn the face of our mother, that's right, mother earth\u003Cbr \/\u003EIs the cost of every living thing what your product is worth?\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWell, we are all afflicted with an underground addiction \u003Cbr \/\u003Ewill our desire for convenience be the cause of our extinction?\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd the industry's the master and we are all the slaves \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd we're DRIVING, DRIVING, DRIVING to our GRAVES, GRAVES, GRAVES\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe must teach our kids to love themselves and let them live their lives\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhat will they be if they grow up? Whatever they like.\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's crucial to raise children who don't do what they're told\u003Cbr \/\u003EWho will fight for what's right and who can't be bought or sold\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI want nothing of this business I am staying underground \u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd I'm gonna ride the railroad and let my guard down\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe can forage, and ride bikes, and jump in lakes, and go on hikes\u003Cbr \/\u003EWe can sing and sing for hours and click LIKE, LIKE, LIKE\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EWhen somebody posts something good we share and spread the truth\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt's time to define what success means to you\u003Cbr \/\u003EI hope my kid will never be another cog in their machine\u003Cbr \/\u003ETrapped inside a box trying to remember her dreams\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThey will sell us all out for their GREED, GREED, GREED\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs we cry for the earth as she BLEEDS, BLEEDS, BLEEDS\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESo hold on to your loved ones, yeah, hold on for dear life\u003Cbr \/\u003ETry to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light\u003Cbr \/\u003EHold on to your loved ones, hold on for dear life\u003Cbr \/\u003ETry to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EI'm not a conspiracy theorist, but I read blogs by scientists\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd I believe they know more than we are being told\u003Cbr \/\u003EBy the mainstream media sources who want the truth to hold it's horses\u003Cbr \/\u003Eso there isn't mass hysteria as the sea floor erodes\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd those in and on the ocean all say hey what's this commotion\u003Cbr \/\u003Eand they try to get away but they are moving in slow motion\u003Cbr \/\u003Ebecause their bodies are so heavy from a substance thick and deadly\u003Cbr \/\u003Ethey say I don't want to die It's all your fault I wasn't ready\u003C\/blockquote\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/raizasas.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3012407594631349676\/comments\/default","title":"Postar comentários"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=8610369201573778570\u0026postID=3012407594631349676\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 Comentários"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8610369201573778570\/posts\/default\/3012407594631349676"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8610369201573778570\/posts\/default\/3012407594631349676"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/raizasas.blogspot.com\/2010\/08\/driving-driving-driving-kimya-dawson.html","title":"Driving Driving Driving - Kimya Dawson"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Mari Lee"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/05472863959319880467"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"28","height":"32","src":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_sXVCF4z2y1c\/S7LIh3g7IMI\/AAAAAAAAACk\/XIkONX8t6mk\/S220\/me1.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}}]}});