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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lpAGPdeb4vA/TzL9Kl6fNeI/AAAAAAAADzM/IheV6q2nPuk/s1600/artlimited_img350699.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lpAGPdeb4vA/TzL9Kl6fNeI/AAAAAAAADzM/IheV6q2nPuk/s400/artlimited_img350699.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.........quando a&amp;nbsp; dor não&amp;nbsp; me deixa pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou&amp;nbsp; falar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou&amp;nbsp; chorar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;para desabafar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;escrevo poemas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e nesse&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; silencio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;r&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-1718122349668694652?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1718122349668694652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1718122349668694652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1718122349668694652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lpAGPdeb4vA/TzL9Kl6fNeI/AAAAAAAADzM/IheV6q2nPuk/s72-c/artlimited_img350699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-4713871095357072919</id><published>2012-02-08T20:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:04:41.323-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uYPUw_57L7o/TzLxO5E6SSI/AAAAAAAADy4/wq0T801NMrw/s1600/tumblr_ljkh1sOOOn1qhxs13o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uYPUw_57L7o/TzLxO5E6SSI/AAAAAAAADy4/wq0T801NMrw/s400/tumblr_ljkh1sOOOn1qhxs13o1_500.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que hajam&amp;nbsp; sempre&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; recomeços&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; cada&amp;nbsp; dia seja&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; novo&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;br /&gt;se&amp;nbsp; viva desesperadamente cada&amp;nbsp; minuto.....&lt;br /&gt;abri portas e&amp;nbsp; janelas&lt;br /&gt;deixei&amp;nbsp; voar as&amp;nbsp; borboletas&lt;br /&gt;levando&amp;nbsp; meus&amp;nbsp; sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; vou&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; deixar&lt;br /&gt;tua&amp;nbsp; poesia&amp;nbsp; entralaçlar&amp;nbsp; com&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; minha&lt;br /&gt;Deixo&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; ti, meus poemas no&amp;nbsp; vento&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mesmo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vento&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; nunca te&amp;nbsp; trouxe a&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;Guardei&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; amor de&amp;nbsp; esperas e&amp;nbsp; chegadas&lt;br /&gt;Hoje parto de&amp;nbsp; ti&lt;br /&gt;caminho&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; direção&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;br /&gt;solto&amp;nbsp; amarras e&amp;nbsp; correntes&lt;br /&gt;e voo&amp;nbsp; livre no&amp;nbsp; espaço&lt;br /&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; rumo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ou&amp;nbsp; destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...apenas&amp;nbsp; esperando um&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; outro&amp;nbsp; amor.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; complete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; me ame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; seja apenas uma maldita&amp;nbsp; ilusão......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-4713871095357072919?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/4713871095357072919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/02/que-hajam-sempre-recomecos-que-cada-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4713871095357072919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4713871095357072919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/02/que-hajam-sempre-recomecos-que-cada-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uYPUw_57L7o/TzLxO5E6SSI/AAAAAAAADy4/wq0T801NMrw/s72-c/tumblr_ljkh1sOOOn1qhxs13o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-5096071980739143405</id><published>2012-02-01T21:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:07:42.954-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSD2isP_3fI/TynFB3TgsrI/AAAAAAAADyw/ou8zlzqVpbM/s1600/dreaming_under_the_moth_moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSD2isP_3fI/TynFB3TgsrI/AAAAAAAADyw/ou8zlzqVpbM/s400/dreaming_under_the_moth_moon.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No entanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; o amor não precisa de esboços nem de ensaios…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no entanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; o amor não precisa de saber o papel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; nem de ponto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; nem de palco…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; o amor precisa de ator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de alguém que grite que está vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que ainda não&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; perdeu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; e isso está ainda dentro do meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ainda pulsa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; e me diz que é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; que existe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; que sente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que vibra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Grito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu ainda o sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; e que esse amor não acabará nunca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; morrerá comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; levárei&amp;nbsp; para onde eu for,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; será presa de mim.... mas não estará preso em mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; será livre como  sempre foi....,..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-5096071980739143405?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/5096071980739143405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/02/entanto-o-amor-nao-precisa-de-esbocos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5096071980739143405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5096071980739143405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/02/entanto-o-amor-nao-precisa-de-esbocos.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nSD2isP_3fI/TynFB3TgsrI/AAAAAAAADyw/ou8zlzqVpbM/s72-c/dreaming_under_the_moth_moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-7869633612983389231</id><published>2012-01-26T15:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T09:16:43.201-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UekQrEx5FI/TyGTSsdsG8I/AAAAAAAADyc/iN_T1CcNzKY/s1600/wallpaper_desktop-536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UekQrEx5FI/TyGTSsdsG8I/AAAAAAAADyc/iN_T1CcNzKY/s400/wallpaper_desktop-536.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que os&amp;nbsp; anos passem...&lt;br /&gt;Que os poemas fiquem......&lt;br /&gt;Que esse&amp;nbsp; amor nunca&amp;nbsp; morra.....&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; mesmo&amp;nbsp; no limite&lt;br /&gt;do infinito&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; nossa saudade&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que&amp;nbsp; no&amp;nbsp; limite de&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp; alma&lt;br /&gt;nesse lugar longe&amp;nbsp; onde&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; te&amp;nbsp; encontro&lt;br /&gt;onde&amp;nbsp; guardo as lembranças e&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; saudade&lt;br /&gt;viva esse amor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já&amp;nbsp; faz tanto tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sobre&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; tempo que passou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais ainda existe&amp;nbsp; um amor intenso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Nossos&amp;nbsp; silêncios são&amp;nbsp; nossas&amp;nbsp; palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; poemas e&amp;nbsp; solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-7869633612983389231?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7869633612983389231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/que-os-anos-passem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7869633612983389231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7869633612983389231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/que-os-anos-passem.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UekQrEx5FI/TyGTSsdsG8I/AAAAAAAADyc/iN_T1CcNzKY/s72-c/wallpaper_desktop-536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1312227049223425720</id><published>2012-01-26T13:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:34:00.415-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-chgLAOSAs_s/TyFyTQTBTxI/AAAAAAAADx8/9A9g2_jf3Mw/s1600/artlimited_img180463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-chgLAOSAs_s/TyFyTQTBTxI/AAAAAAAADx8/9A9g2_jf3Mw/s400/artlimited_img180463.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando fecho  meus  olhos&lt;br /&gt;e esqueço  da  violencia &lt;br /&gt;a minha volta&lt;br /&gt;e a  vontade  louca&lt;br /&gt;de explodir&lt;br /&gt;virar  outra  pessoa&lt;br /&gt;se torna  mais intensa,&lt;br /&gt;de ficar longe do  medo&lt;br /&gt;da  incerteza&lt;br /&gt;da miseria que  vejo&lt;br /&gt;a  minha  volta&lt;br /&gt;dos  sentimentos mediocres&lt;br /&gt;da vida que desfila&lt;br /&gt;para  mim num carro&lt;br /&gt;puxado  por cavalos  de  fogo&lt;br /&gt;mensageiros  da morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto dor nas feridas&lt;br /&gt;que nunca  vão cicatrizar&lt;br /&gt;porque foram feitas&lt;br /&gt;na alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Dizem que a vida&lt;br /&gt;é feita de recomeços&lt;br /&gt;de pequenas  partes&lt;br /&gt;que deixamos  para tras&lt;br /&gt;e depois  recomeçamos.....&lt;br /&gt;Quando fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;me sinto  morta&lt;br /&gt;por  fora&lt;br /&gt;a enorme carga&lt;br /&gt;de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;que carrego&lt;br /&gt;dentro do peito&lt;br /&gt;pesam&lt;br /&gt;sufocam&lt;br /&gt;e se arrastam  como correntes&lt;br /&gt;atras  de mim.....&lt;br /&gt;As  vezes escuto&lt;br /&gt;a  triste melodia&lt;br /&gt;do meu silencio&lt;br /&gt;onde  escuto o  uivar&lt;br /&gt;da tristeza que  me  cerca&lt;br /&gt;como uma  matilha&lt;br /&gt;de lobos enlouquecidos&lt;br /&gt;cantado meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;sobre tudo  que fiz&lt;br /&gt;e  ainda  farei&lt;br /&gt;E  uma melodia&lt;br /&gt;complicada&lt;br /&gt;seca&lt;br /&gt;direta&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;cruel&lt;br /&gt;Quando   fecho  meus  olhos&lt;br /&gt;penso nos momentos meus&lt;br /&gt;no que fiz&lt;br /&gt;e não me  arrependo&lt;br /&gt;afinal...&lt;br /&gt;o caminho e a vida&lt;br /&gt;são so   meus&lt;br /&gt;eu  escolhi&lt;br /&gt;Quando fecho meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;vejo na  neblina&lt;br /&gt;os que ficaram para  tras...&lt;br /&gt;sigo  enfrente&lt;br /&gt;ai me sinto&lt;br /&gt;realmente&lt;br /&gt;sò........&lt;br /&gt;Quando abro  meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;não vejo volta&lt;br /&gt;vejo  apenas ida&lt;br /&gt;nunca o  retornar..&lt;br /&gt;vejo apenas&lt;br /&gt;esse deserto&lt;br /&gt;dentro  &lt;br /&gt;de  mim....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-1312227049223425720?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1312227049223425720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-fecho-meus-olhos-e-esqueco-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1312227049223425720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1312227049223425720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-fecho-meus-olhos-e-esqueco-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-chgLAOSAs_s/TyFyTQTBTxI/AAAAAAAADx8/9A9g2_jf3Mw/s72-c/artlimited_img180463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-4568084134723686066</id><published>2012-01-18T20:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:09:17.307-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zg3n9WGJ73Y/TxdAJQC3hjI/AAAAAAAADxs/9YUkecPsHMk/s1600/untitled_004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zg3n9WGJ73Y/TxdAJQC3hjI/AAAAAAAADxs/9YUkecPsHMk/s320/untitled_004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e o&amp;nbsp; vento&amp;nbsp; canta&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; noite&lt;br /&gt;....canções...&lt;br /&gt;Fecho&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; olhos&lt;br /&gt;toco-me&amp;nbsp; no&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; profundo de&amp;nbsp; minha alma&lt;br /&gt;e sinto&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp; aqui&lt;br /&gt;Deveria&amp;nbsp; ser&amp;nbsp; proibido sentir&amp;nbsp; saudade&lt;br /&gt;não&amp;nbsp; sentir a&amp;nbsp; alma&amp;nbsp; vazia&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; vazio sem&amp;nbsp; fim&lt;br /&gt;Queria&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; apenas uma&amp;nbsp; vez&lt;br /&gt;voltar dentro&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; meu&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;sentir&amp;nbsp; cada momento que&amp;nbsp; perdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apalpar&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; caminhos&amp;nbsp; mal&amp;nbsp; traçados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; vida&amp;nbsp; impôs&amp;nbsp; sem minha&amp;nbsp; permissão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pudesse eu voar&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; bem&amp;nbsp; longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e nunca&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; voltar&amp;nbsp; aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Segurar nas&amp;nbsp; mãos&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ter&amp;nbsp; o domínio&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No vento&amp;nbsp; voltar&amp;nbsp; no&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;no tempo&amp;nbsp; que era&amp;nbsp; nosso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e eu não&amp;nbsp; quiz.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-4568084134723686066?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/4568084134723686066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_7908.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4568084134723686066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4568084134723686066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_7908.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zg3n9WGJ73Y/TxdAJQC3hjI/AAAAAAAADxs/9YUkecPsHMk/s72-c/untitled_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-7318998650200446057</id><published>2012-01-18T10:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:49:10.418-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPsugUoqA7g/Txa_jyl3IEI/AAAAAAAADxY/cdJzrCv3V-w/s1600/mm5l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPsugUoqA7g/Txa_jyl3IEI/AAAAAAAADxY/cdJzrCv3V-w/s400/mm5l.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...de repente&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp; relance&lt;br /&gt;rapidamente&lt;br /&gt;vejo&amp;nbsp; alguem&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; conheço&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; chora&lt;br /&gt;estranha&lt;br /&gt;indiferente&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; passa&amp;nbsp; pela&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;br /&gt;der repente.........&lt;br /&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;só&amp;nbsp; vivendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; frio&amp;nbsp; la&amp;nbsp; fora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; frio&amp;nbsp; ainda &amp;nbsp; aqui&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;olha&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; vida&amp;nbsp; de uma&amp;nbsp; janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; abrir&amp;nbsp; portas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou&amp;nbsp; tramelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se&amp;nbsp; fechou&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; castelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de altas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; muralhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de&amp;nbsp; pedras escarpadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp; quer&amp;nbsp; ter sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp; quer&amp;nbsp; ter&amp;nbsp; nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;espera&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; morte amiga&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que fugiu&amp;nbsp; varias&amp;nbsp; vezes dela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vive&amp;nbsp; apenas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;passa pela&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vida serena......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;È&amp;nbsp; só&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;prefere&amp;nbsp; assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; assim&amp;nbsp; vai&amp;nbsp; ser&amp;nbsp; ate seu&amp;nbsp; fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quem&amp;nbsp; sabe&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia a&amp;nbsp; morte&amp;nbsp; amiga chegue&amp;nbsp; de repente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; com ela&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; acabe mansamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e assim&amp;nbsp; quem&amp;nbsp; sabe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;volte&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; viver de&amp;nbsp; verdade.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;longe da&amp;nbsp; dor que a&amp;nbsp; cerca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;das lembranças&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;da&amp;nbsp; falta de&amp;nbsp; esperança.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-7318998650200446057?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7318998650200446057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7318998650200446057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7318998650200446057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPsugUoqA7g/Txa_jyl3IEI/AAAAAAAADxY/cdJzrCv3V-w/s72-c/mm5l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-6963723245644142481</id><published>2012-01-18T07:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T07:38:33.551-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...Um    dia quem  sabe.......um  dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v79ijOSXUoo/TxaS5AGNLiI/AAAAAAAADxQ/aYlxS-s8w9w/s1600/a.universo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v79ijOSXUoo/TxaS5AGNLiI/AAAAAAAADxQ/aYlxS-s8w9w/s400/a.universo.jpg" width="342" /&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;...esperar&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;numa&amp;nbsp; dessas&amp;nbsp; esquinas que&amp;nbsp; passo todos&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; dias&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;conhecer&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; medos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; e&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; sonhos de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sua&amp;nbsp; vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dividir&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; espaço&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desses&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; tenho dentro de&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ter&amp;nbsp; alternativas de&amp;nbsp; invertes as&amp;nbsp; historias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; esquecer&amp;nbsp; o tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ter&amp;nbsp; seu&amp;nbsp; coração&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;viver o&amp;nbsp; momento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; perde&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; razão &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; .........&amp;nbsp; e se&amp;nbsp; entregar&amp;nbsp; sem&amp;nbsp; medos &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Vontade de&amp;nbsp; ter&amp;nbsp; você aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;abrir&amp;nbsp; as&amp;nbsp; janelas dessa&amp;nbsp; casa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia&amp;nbsp; moramos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;imaginada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; partilhada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;compartilhada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e amada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;improvisar&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; vaso e&amp;nbsp; plantar&amp;nbsp; flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dessas&amp;nbsp; que a&amp;nbsp; gente vê&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; nunca&amp;nbsp; compra...amarelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixar as&amp;nbsp; horas&amp;nbsp; voarem dentro de um&amp;nbsp; amor&amp;nbsp; louco&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; numa&amp;nbsp; cama&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; macia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dessas que a gente&amp;nbsp; constrói&amp;nbsp; com&amp;nbsp; poesias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ficar&amp;nbsp; juntos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;olhando para&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lugar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desses&amp;nbsp; que a&amp;nbsp; gente viveu&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;distante....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talves uma&amp;nbsp; ilha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-6963723245644142481?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/6963723245644142481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-dia-quem-sabeum-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6963723245644142481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6963723245644142481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-dia-quem-sabeum-dia.html' title='...Um    dia quem  sabe.......um  dia...'/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v79ijOSXUoo/TxaS5AGNLiI/AAAAAAAADxQ/aYlxS-s8w9w/s72-c/a.universo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1842148214179512472</id><published>2012-01-15T16:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T16:14:58.035-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdvXoq4U0l4/TxMXYmNzq5I/AAAAAAAADu8/BBEwgkBqVCE/s1600/25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdvXoq4U0l4/TxMXYmNzq5I/AAAAAAAADu8/BBEwgkBqVCE/s400/25.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de&amp;nbsp; acordar&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; quando&amp;nbsp; amanhece&lt;br /&gt;ver as&amp;nbsp; luzes&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; apagando&lt;br /&gt;a&amp;nbsp; cidade acordando&lt;br /&gt;pessoas&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; caminham&lt;br /&gt;gosto&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; sol nascendo em&amp;nbsp; tons&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; amarelo&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; como&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; começar a&amp;nbsp; vive a&amp;nbsp; cada&amp;nbsp; momento&lt;br /&gt;vida&amp;nbsp; é assim&lt;br /&gt;é amanhecer&amp;nbsp; todos&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; dias&lt;br /&gt;as&amp;nbsp; vezes&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; acho&amp;nbsp; fora&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; mundo que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vivo&lt;br /&gt;não sou&amp;nbsp; copia de&amp;nbsp; ninguém&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; observo a&amp;nbsp; vida&amp;nbsp; passando rápido&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; gosto de&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; prender&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; detalhes&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;observar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;pessoas&amp;nbsp; entrando&amp;nbsp; e saindo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; da vida&amp;nbsp; das outras&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; num&amp;nbsp; infinito&amp;nbsp; mar revolto&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;chegadas&lt;br /&gt;partidas&lt;br /&gt;entremeio&lt;br /&gt;recomeços&lt;br /&gt;viver&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; ilógico&lt;br /&gt;pessoas&amp;nbsp; correndo&amp;nbsp; na praia&lt;br /&gt;carros&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; passando&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; velozes&lt;br /&gt;Digo&amp;nbsp; ola&amp;nbsp; ao&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;br /&gt;e recomeço a&amp;nbsp; viver&amp;nbsp; novamente&lt;br /&gt;um&amp;nbsp; dia&amp;nbsp; apos&amp;nbsp; outro&lt;br /&gt;Fecho&amp;nbsp; os &amp;nbsp; olhos e&amp;nbsp; acordo&lt;br /&gt; para&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; ecos&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; sons&amp;nbsp; da&amp;nbsp; vida &lt;br /&gt;o&amp;nbsp; dia&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; abraça &lt;br /&gt;com&amp;nbsp; braços&amp;nbsp; quentes&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; brilhante que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; aparece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia&amp;nbsp; vai&amp;nbsp; começar.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; venha ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-1842148214179512472?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1842148214179512472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/gosto-de-acordar-quando-amanhece-ver-as.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1842148214179512472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1842148214179512472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/gosto-de-acordar-quando-amanhece-ver-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdvXoq4U0l4/TxMXYmNzq5I/AAAAAAAADu8/BBEwgkBqVCE/s72-c/25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1404446059291095448</id><published>2012-01-15T08:43:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T09:06:03.044-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsanto..um  refugio....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-miEt7sNlyGY/TxF6UpPyKKI/AAAAAAAADsg/Mj6i0x6z-aY/s1600/monsanto-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-miEt7sNlyGY/TxF6UpPyKKI/AAAAAAAADsg/Mj6i0x6z-aY/s400/monsanto-03.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou um&amp;nbsp; dia morar&amp;nbsp; em Monsanto&lt;br /&gt;andar&amp;nbsp; por&amp;nbsp; suas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ruas de&amp;nbsp; pedra&lt;br /&gt;caminhar&amp;nbsp; entre fantasmas que&amp;nbsp; habitam o&amp;nbsp; lugar&lt;br /&gt;vou&amp;nbsp; sentar&amp;nbsp; ao sol&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; apreciar a paisagem&lt;br /&gt;vou viver&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; liberdade&lt;br /&gt;andar&amp;nbsp; por&amp;nbsp; onde&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; antes&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; cavaleiros&amp;nbsp; andaram&lt;br /&gt;em&amp;nbsp; busca da&amp;nbsp; mesma&amp;nbsp; paz&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; procuro para&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CAA1ImfrQb4/TxKqq-avChI/AAAAAAAADss/T9CTGOtzI1E/s1600/monsanto-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CAA1ImfrQb4/TxKqq-avChI/AAAAAAAADss/T9CTGOtzI1E/s400/monsanto-10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me sentar&amp;nbsp; ao&amp;nbsp; vento&lt;br /&gt;e &amp;nbsp; ouvir&amp;nbsp; as canções silenciosas&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; fiz&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; ti &lt;br /&gt;trazer&amp;nbsp; as&amp;nbsp; estrelas ,&lt;br /&gt;buscar a&amp;nbsp; lua&lt;br /&gt;esperar&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;dançar&amp;nbsp; pelas&amp;nbsp; ruas&lt;br /&gt;ser&amp;nbsp; louca de&amp;nbsp; uma&amp;nbsp; loucura feliz&lt;br /&gt;esquecer tudo&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sempre&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; fiz&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;fechar&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; olhos&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;não&amp;nbsp; ver a&amp;nbsp; estrada&amp;nbsp; que sempre&amp;nbsp; caminhei&lt;br /&gt;deixar&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; ser&amp;nbsp; uma&amp;nbsp; alma&amp;nbsp; isolada&lt;br /&gt;explodir&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; sentidos&lt;br /&gt;abrir&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; coração&amp;nbsp; ao&amp;nbsp; vento&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; leve para&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sempre da dor,&lt;br /&gt;alçar&amp;nbsp; voos&amp;nbsp; infinitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;nas&amp;nbsp; asas do&amp;nbsp; entardecer&lt;br /&gt;e quando&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; noite&amp;nbsp; descer&lt;br /&gt;participar&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; rituais&amp;nbsp; antigos&lt;br /&gt;para&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp; alma se&amp;nbsp; despeça da&amp;nbsp; tristeza&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; da&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dor&amp;nbsp; infinita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YwCz3p21BM/TxKt0CnBJWI/AAAAAAAADtE/iyRE18hO1Cg/s1600/monsanto-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YwCz3p21BM/TxKt0CnBJWI/AAAAAAAADtE/iyRE18hO1Cg/s400/monsanto-12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Me&amp;nbsp; tornar&amp;nbsp; miragem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;deixar de&amp;nbsp; existir........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; ficar&amp;nbsp; aqui para&amp;nbsp; sempre&lt;br /&gt;em&amp;nbsp; Monsanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;deixando&amp;nbsp; a vida que odeio.....&lt;br /&gt;para&amp;nbsp; tras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-1404446059291095448?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1404446059291095448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/monsantoum-refufio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1404446059291095448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1404446059291095448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/monsantoum-refufio.html' title='Monsanto..um  refugio....'/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-miEt7sNlyGY/TxF6UpPyKKI/AAAAAAAADsg/Mj6i0x6z-aY/s72-c/monsanto-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-5928444739719018016</id><published>2012-01-09T16:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:42:36.519-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4xWONSh65Y/Tws04oJZueI/AAAAAAAADrA/toIxMarfuZs/s1600/Tempo-de-te-amar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4xWONSh65Y/Tws04oJZueI/AAAAAAAADrA/toIxMarfuZs/s400/Tempo-de-te-amar.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....faz&amp;nbsp; amor&amp;nbsp; comigo&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; poesias&lt;br /&gt;te&amp;nbsp; amo&amp;nbsp; ainda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp; fale&amp;nbsp; nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem&amp;nbsp; pergunte&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me&amp;nbsp; ama&amp;nbsp; apenas&amp;nbsp; desse&amp;nbsp; jeito imperfeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou&amp;nbsp; quase&amp;nbsp; perfeito.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;no&amp;nbsp; contra censo do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; direito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;esse&amp;nbsp; amor tão&amp;nbsp; estranho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;tão&amp;nbsp; inascessivel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;onde&amp;nbsp; nunca&amp;nbsp; nada&amp;nbsp; é imposivel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;esse&amp;nbsp; amor intenso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; espera apenas ....&lt;br /&gt;o momento&lt;/div&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-5928444739719018016?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/5928444739719018016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5928444739719018016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5928444739719018016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4xWONSh65Y/Tws04oJZueI/AAAAAAAADrA/toIxMarfuZs/s72-c/Tempo-de-te-amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-7976478628912100119</id><published>2012-01-03T08:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:14:22.430-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ph1Vc8KZI_A/TwLUer-fvZI/AAAAAAAADns/fGU6a76WmTw/s1600/artlimited_img349283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ph1Vc8KZI_A/TwLUer-fvZI/AAAAAAAADns/fGU6a76WmTw/s400/artlimited_img349283.jpg" width="400" /&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;Existiu&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; verão....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em&amp;nbsp; que o&amp;nbsp; calor preencheu&amp;nbsp; nossas&amp;nbsp; vidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ondas de&amp;nbsp; paixão ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; quebravam em&amp;nbsp; nos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Houve um verão.....em&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; fomos amantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; amavam&amp;nbsp; loucamente no&amp;nbsp; silencio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;acorrentados&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; desejos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;numa&amp;nbsp; distancia&amp;nbsp; sentida e&amp;nbsp; marcada... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...aconteceu&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; verão.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje é inverno..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;frio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com&amp;nbsp; apenas&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; vento&amp;nbsp; como companhia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;constante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uivando........acabou......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-7976478628912100119?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7976478628912100119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/existiu-um-verao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7976478628912100119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7976478628912100119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2012/01/existiu-um-verao.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ph1Vc8KZI_A/TwLUer-fvZI/AAAAAAAADns/fGU6a76WmTw/s72-c/artlimited_img349283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-8000404130602027112</id><published>2011-12-31T15:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:38:24.392-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quQnIa5uQ80/Tv9yZbcrwRI/AAAAAAAADmM/K90VBr-15BM/s1600/reveillon-no-rio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quQnIa5uQ80/Tv9yZbcrwRI/AAAAAAAADmM/K90VBr-15BM/s400/reveillon-no-rio.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sJ_2v_EVQwc/Tv9A_H4YKwI/AAAAAAAADl0/oaYflGs8YSE/s1600/lilian_chita2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fim_Zvm1u9A/SxuG9Lss-rI/AAAAAAAAAS8/j_8TKfo5pYg/s1600-h/1234451324_llll.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faltam  pouco&amp;nbsp; para o final do  ano&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;não acredito que as coisas aconteçam  por magica&lt;br /&gt;ou&amp;nbsp; magia....,&lt;br /&gt; só  porque  é meia&amp;nbsp; noite&lt;br /&gt;os pedidos se  realizem&lt;br /&gt;nunca peço nada,&lt;br /&gt; acho que nunca  pedi, &lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei lembrando de   tudo que aconteceu  comigo nesse ano,&lt;br /&gt; uma  retrospectiva,&lt;br /&gt;por assim  falar,&lt;br /&gt; lembrei de  quem  amei &lt;br /&gt; e se&amp;nbsp; foi derrepente numa morte&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; estupida&lt;br /&gt; lembrei com  saudade  dos bons  momentos&lt;br /&gt;os  ruins  esqueci&lt;br /&gt;lembrei  dos amigos que morreram,&lt;br /&gt; dos  que  desistiram de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; viver nessa&amp;nbsp; cidade&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; violenta&lt;br /&gt;das  pessoas que  pensei  amar&lt;br /&gt;e dos&amp;nbsp; que amo tambem &lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;mesmo&amp;nbsp; assim&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt; valeu a&amp;nbsp; pena&amp;nbsp; ter&amp;nbsp; vivido cada&amp;nbsp; momento&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tenho  historias   para contar,&lt;br /&gt; momentos  únicos  só  meus,&lt;br /&gt; minhas  lembranças&lt;br /&gt;meus pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt; minha  vida.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero agradecer&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; todos&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; visitam&amp;nbsp; meu&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Blog,&amp;nbsp; pelo carinho e atenção. Desejo de&amp;nbsp; todo coração&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2012 cheio de&amp;nbsp; Amor, Prosperidade,Saude e&amp;nbsp; muita&amp;nbsp; Paz&lt;br /&gt;Muito&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; obrigado&lt;br /&gt;Adriana&amp;nbsp; Martins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-8000404130602027112?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/8000404130602027112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/faltam-poucos-para-o-final-do-ano-nao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8000404130602027112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8000404130602027112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/faltam-poucos-para-o-final-do-ano-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quQnIa5uQ80/Tv9yZbcrwRI/AAAAAAAADmM/K90VBr-15BM/s72-c/reveillon-no-rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-820134110095847021</id><published>2011-12-30T08:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T08:54:18.756-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JeowGD7pwDQ/Tv2X6frNUCI/AAAAAAAADlo/_gNmFFo14po/s1600/2d1c04e096ad450ee4896ff3d6c01baa_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JeowGD7pwDQ/Tv2X6frNUCI/AAAAAAAADlo/_gNmFFo14po/s400/2d1c04e096ad450ee4896ff3d6c01baa_web.jpg" width="400" /&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;Trago&amp;nbsp; comigo&amp;nbsp; guardado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; seus sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; seus&amp;nbsp; risos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; seus&amp;nbsp; beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; abraços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; trago a&amp;nbsp; luz&amp;nbsp; das&amp;nbsp; estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; trago&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; brilho&amp;nbsp; da&amp;nbsp; lua&amp;nbsp; cheia num&amp;nbsp; dia&amp;nbsp; de festa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; trago&amp;nbsp; também&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; dor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; e&amp;nbsp; tristeza&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trago tudo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; trago nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trago&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; desejo ardente que&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; deixa&amp;nbsp; assustada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando&amp;nbsp; sinto&amp;nbsp; seu&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; cheiro&amp;nbsp; na&amp;nbsp; pele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; na&amp;nbsp; cama&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; madrugada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e me&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; deixa excitada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; descubro&amp;nbsp; derrepente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; meu&amp;nbsp; amor&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dependente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;excitante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ardente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;. quem&amp;nbsp; sabe......eternamente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saiba&amp;nbsp; apenas&amp;nbsp; de uma coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; para&amp;nbsp; terminar sem&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; rima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; é&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; amor&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; nascem&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; poetas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; essa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sina.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-820134110095847021?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/820134110095847021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/trago-comigo-guardado-seus-sonhos-seus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/820134110095847021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/820134110095847021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/trago-comigo-guardado-seus-sonhos-seus.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JeowGD7pwDQ/Tv2X6frNUCI/AAAAAAAADlo/_gNmFFo14po/s72-c/2d1c04e096ad450ee4896ff3d6c01baa_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-6267086850829042750</id><published>2011-12-29T21:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:20:24.892-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wPFKJlTm9TQ/Tvz1pEHJaGI/AAAAAAAADlQ/FWQvEch_dNs/s1600/e--SEX-Z--labrujita--Danna-pics--agirl--ac--luv2--FFS-Stuff--erotic--%2525D1%252580%2525D0%2525B0%2525D0%2525B7%2525D0%2525BD%2525D0%2525BE%2525D0%2525B5--my-favourites--sem_adult--Singlewoman--Mar_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wPFKJlTm9TQ/Tvz1pEHJaGI/AAAAAAAADlQ/FWQvEch_dNs/s400/e--SEX-Z--labrujita--Danna-pics--agirl--ac--luv2--FFS-Stuff--erotic--%2525D1%252580%2525D0%2525B0%2525D0%2525B7%2525D0%2525BD%2525D0%2525BE%2525D0%2525B5--my-favourites--sem_adult--Singlewoman--Mar_large.jpg" width="400" /&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;A sua&amp;nbsp; ausência....é&amp;nbsp; presença em&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espero aqui&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no&amp;nbsp; reino&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dos silêncios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde&amp;nbsp; ouço seus&amp;nbsp; suspiros&amp;nbsp; distantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o&amp;nbsp; murmurio doce de&amp;nbsp; sua&amp;nbsp; alma de&amp;nbsp; menino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; e&amp;nbsp; sinto&amp;nbsp; esse encantamento que&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; prende a&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me&amp;nbsp; deixo&amp;nbsp; ficar&amp;nbsp; quieta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; de&amp;nbsp; olhos&amp;nbsp; fechados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; para poder&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; te enxergar&amp;nbsp; através de&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp; alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; sinto&amp;nbsp; sua&amp;nbsp; presença&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seu&amp;nbsp; cheiro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sua&amp;nbsp; voz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embrulho esse&amp;nbsp; poema nas&amp;nbsp; caricias&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; trocamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; e&amp;nbsp; que meu&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; coração&amp;nbsp; escreveu&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;agora...fecho as&amp;nbsp; portas&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp; alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;retorno&amp;nbsp; ao&amp;nbsp; meu&amp;nbsp; silencio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-6267086850829042750?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/6267086850829042750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/sua-ausencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6267086850829042750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6267086850829042750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/sua-ausencia.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wPFKJlTm9TQ/Tvz1pEHJaGI/AAAAAAAADlQ/FWQvEch_dNs/s72-c/e--SEX-Z--labrujita--Danna-pics--agirl--ac--luv2--FFS-Stuff--erotic--%2525D1%252580%2525D0%2525B0%2525D0%2525B7%2525D0%2525BD%2525D0%2525BE%2525D0%2525B5--my-favourites--sem_adult--Singlewoman--Mar_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-7499806382654473323</id><published>2011-12-28T08:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T08:58:06.031-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoMeDMCJOb4/Tvr2J5L0tJI/AAAAAAAADi0/0VasBFeI2TQ/s1600/297403_110467452393611_100002910700994_71463_10722823_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoMeDMCJOb4/Tvr2J5L0tJI/AAAAAAAADi0/0VasBFeI2TQ/s400/297403_110467452393611_100002910700994_71463_10722823_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Acordo&amp;nbsp; com&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; barulho&amp;nbsp; da&amp;nbsp; chuva&lt;br /&gt;caindo&amp;nbsp; intensamente&lt;br /&gt;ritmada...&lt;br /&gt;fecho os olhos e&amp;nbsp; tento lembrar&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; seu&amp;nbsp; rosto&lt;br /&gt;por&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; tente...não&amp;nbsp; consigo&lt;br /&gt;apenas&amp;nbsp; lembro&amp;nbsp; do mar.....&lt;br /&gt;da imensidão&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; daquele&amp;nbsp; mar&lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; sei&amp;nbsp; porque&amp;nbsp; esqueci&lt;br /&gt;não&amp;nbsp; sei...&lt;br /&gt;talves porque&amp;nbsp; esquecer...doi&amp;nbsp; menos&lt;br /&gt;as&amp;nbsp; lembranças&amp;nbsp; chegam&amp;nbsp; derrepente&lt;br /&gt;independente&lt;br /&gt;dominantemente&lt;br /&gt;Nessa&amp;nbsp; manha&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; chuva&amp;nbsp; forte&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp; lagrima&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; teima em&amp;nbsp; chover dentro&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;cruzo o&amp;nbsp; limite&amp;nbsp; dos&amp;nbsp; pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;corro na&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; chuva&lt;br /&gt;por&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; sonho&amp;nbsp; imposivel&lt;br /&gt;um sonho&amp;nbsp; infinito&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia quiz&amp;nbsp; voar...... sem&amp;nbsp; asas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-7499806382654473323?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7499806382654473323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/acordo-com-o-barulho-da-chuva-caindo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7499806382654473323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7499806382654473323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/acordo-com-o-barulho-da-chuva-caindo.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yoMeDMCJOb4/Tvr2J5L0tJI/AAAAAAAADi0/0VasBFeI2TQ/s72-c/297403_110467452393611_100002910700994_71463_10722823_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-7030669703496260747</id><published>2011-12-28T08:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T08:56:05.968-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OsvljP3Lmik/Tvr1pMo0ptI/AAAAAAAADio/AW3HRE6dJ2g/s1600/Haleh_B_Nimbypolis-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OsvljP3Lmik/Tvr1pMo0ptI/AAAAAAAADio/AW3HRE6dJ2g/s400/Haleh_B_Nimbypolis-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.não&amp;nbsp; pedi para ser&amp;nbsp; como sou,&lt;br /&gt;aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp; perco as vezes&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; sonhos impossiveis&lt;br /&gt;em&amp;nbsp; amores irresistiveis&lt;br /&gt;inexistente&lt;br /&gt;ausentes.....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; morro mais&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; os outros&lt;br /&gt;é&amp;nbsp; quando&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; coração&amp;nbsp; para&lt;br /&gt;estanca&lt;br /&gt;chora&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;sangra&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; sinto&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; morte mais&amp;nbsp; perto&lt;br /&gt;sinto a&amp;nbsp; presença&lt;br /&gt;o&amp;nbsp; cheiro de&amp;nbsp; medo&lt;br /&gt;seu&amp;nbsp; toque&amp;nbsp; pegajoso&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp; pergunto o&amp;nbsp; porque&amp;nbsp; do que sou&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vivos&lt;br /&gt;freementes&lt;br /&gt;intensos&lt;br /&gt;e... quando&amp;nbsp; derrepente &lt;br /&gt;vago&amp;nbsp; por&amp;nbsp; meus&amp;nbsp; labirintos&lt;br /&gt;onde&amp;nbsp; estão&amp;nbsp; guardados&lt;br /&gt;as coisas&amp;nbsp; boas&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; mas&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As&amp;nbsp; vezes&amp;nbsp; sinto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um&amp;nbsp; coração&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; fechado&amp;nbsp; para o&amp;nbsp; mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alguem&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; apenas passa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;usa mais&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; se deixar&amp;nbsp; usar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp; amo, mais&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; deixo&amp;nbsp; amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; lentamente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; se&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; deixa&amp;nbsp; ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So eu&amp;nbsp; sei a alma que&amp;nbsp; tenho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sou&amp;nbsp; limite&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; meus&amp;nbsp; sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sou o&amp;nbsp; grito&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; meu&amp;nbsp; silencio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sou apenas&amp;nbsp; alguem que&amp;nbsp; passa.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-7030669703496260747?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7030669703496260747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_28.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7030669703496260747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7030669703496260747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OsvljP3Lmik/Tvr1pMo0ptI/AAAAAAAADio/AW3HRE6dJ2g/s72-c/Haleh_B_Nimbypolis-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-6758757415909921309</id><published>2011-12-28T08:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T08:52:42.572-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zjZ25zJLsho/Tvr0rvHQOKI/AAAAAAAADic/dUsz5oOSSKA/s1600/Luxuria_das_palavras-Nimbypolis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zjZ25zJLsho/Tvr0rvHQOKI/AAAAAAAADic/dUsz5oOSSKA/s400/Luxuria_das_palavras-Nimbypolis.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nossas&amp;nbsp; almas&amp;nbsp; são&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ligadas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estranhos&amp;nbsp; caminhos trilhamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ate&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; encontramos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; adeus..é&amp;nbsp; apenas&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; interludio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pelos&amp;nbsp; proximos anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca&amp;nbsp; vai ser partida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;despedida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...sempre&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; encontramos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com&amp;nbsp; sonhos pintados&amp;nbsp; no ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;numa&amp;nbsp; ilha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com&amp;nbsp; casas&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; telhados&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; brancos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; esquece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; ame..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.me&amp;nbsp; odeie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais volta&amp;nbsp; sempre&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fica&amp;nbsp; comigo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nesse&amp;nbsp; mundo&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; foge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-6758757415909921309?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/6758757415909921309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/nossas-almas-sao-ligadas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6758757415909921309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6758757415909921309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/nossas-almas-sao-ligadas.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zjZ25zJLsho/Tvr0rvHQOKI/AAAAAAAADic/dUsz5oOSSKA/s72-c/Luxuria_das_palavras-Nimbypolis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-7516645994531826096</id><published>2011-12-23T19:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T19:41:53.188-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGX2aF5uoPA/TvT028JS-vI/AAAAAAAADhs/mMQj9xr-4o4/s1600/SKY_4288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGX2aF5uoPA/TvT028JS-vI/AAAAAAAADhs/mMQj9xr-4o4/s400/SKY_4288.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e eu&amp;nbsp; aqui&lt;br /&gt;parada nesse&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tempo&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; escolhi&amp;nbsp; para mim&lt;br /&gt;choro&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; preso,&lt;br /&gt;represa de lagrimas sentidas&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; teimo&amp;nbsp; em disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;me&amp;nbsp; olho no&amp;nbsp; espelho&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;vejo&amp;nbsp; olhos&amp;nbsp; tristes como&amp;nbsp; nunca&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vi&lt;br /&gt;será&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; isso&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; amor....&lt;br /&gt;ou&amp;nbsp; apenas dor de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ver a&amp;nbsp; distancia cada&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vez maior&lt;br /&gt;entre&amp;nbsp; eu&amp;nbsp; e você......&lt;br /&gt;caminhamos em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; estradas&amp;nbsp; diferentes&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sabíamos&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nossos&amp;nbsp; caminhos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sempre seriam paralelos&lt;br /&gt;esperei você&amp;nbsp; nesse&amp;nbsp; caminho&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; agora que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; quase&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; tocamos&lt;br /&gt;nos&amp;nbsp; distanciamos&amp;nbsp; novamente&lt;br /&gt;não&amp;nbsp; vou&amp;nbsp; lutar contra&amp;nbsp; essa negra&amp;nbsp; corrente&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; prende&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp; em altas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; muralhas&lt;br /&gt;eu&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sou&amp;nbsp; livre&lt;br /&gt;me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; fiz livre eternamente...&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp; não&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;antes&amp;nbsp; era&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; sua&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ausência&lt;br /&gt;hoje&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; doe&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; sua&amp;nbsp; presença&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tudo&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; sera&lt;br /&gt;apenas sinto&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; dor&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ter guardado&amp;nbsp; esse&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; nunca&amp;nbsp; existiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estou&amp;nbsp; aqui..... olhando para frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;recomeçando&amp;nbsp; novamente&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;caminhar me&amp;nbsp; afastando&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; fere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;procurando&amp;nbsp; outros&amp;nbsp; caminhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; deixar&amp;nbsp; a dor&amp;nbsp; explodir&amp;nbsp; dentro&amp;nbsp; de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; fazer&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; mil&amp;nbsp; pedaços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;volto&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; meu&amp;nbsp; esconderijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me&amp;nbsp; refaço.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...hoje eu não acordei, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não dormi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não sonhei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não fiz poesias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não vi o sol,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não dancei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hoje eu não sei....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3909906895923148812-7516645994531826096?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7516645994531826096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7516645994531826096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7516645994531826096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGX2aF5uoPA/TvT028JS-vI/AAAAAAAADhs/mMQj9xr-4o4/s72-c/SKY_4288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-2060490137932225650</id><published>2011-12-21T13:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:58:17.651-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zlYSmqzjJA/TvIBx9Mdw8I/AAAAAAAADhI/gli_sE6c84I/s1600/artlimited_img138739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zlYSmqzjJA/TvIBx9Mdw8I/AAAAAAAADhI/gli_sE6c84I/s400/artlimited_img138739.jpg" width="400" /&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;...soltei&amp;nbsp; minhas&amp;nbsp; asas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; me&amp;nbsp; deixei&amp;nbsp; levar&amp;nbsp; pelo vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; para&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; lugar que não existe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; é onde&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; encontro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; e&amp;nbsp; danço ao&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; som das saudades e&amp;nbsp; dos&amp;nbsp; momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; que&amp;nbsp; tivemos ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é&amp;nbsp; onde&amp;nbsp; canto&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; musica&amp;nbsp; dos silencios contidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; para acalmar minha&amp;nbsp; alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; la viro&amp;nbsp; estrela&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; choro triste sem&amp;nbsp; lagrimas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meu&amp;nbsp; coração&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vazio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; incorpora&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; dor do&amp;nbsp; sentimento&amp;nbsp; guardado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; que&amp;nbsp; não existia&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; paro&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; vejo que&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; tatuagem que marquei&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp; em minha&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vai desaparecendo....&amp;nbsp; lentamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; e me&amp;nbsp; sinto&amp;nbsp; livre desse&amp;nbsp; amor&amp;nbsp; que era&amp;nbsp; pura&amp;nbsp; ilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; porque..... &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; sempre&amp;nbsp; faltou coragem e&amp;nbsp; verdade em&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;choro pela&amp;nbsp; ultima&amp;nbsp; vez&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; novamente&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; transformo retomando&amp;nbsp; minhas&amp;nbsp; asas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; voo livre.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; o&amp;nbsp; tempo que&amp;nbsp; era&amp;nbsp; nosso&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; existe&amp;nbsp; mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; me enganei quando&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia&amp;nbsp; queria encontrar o caminho que&amp;nbsp; deixei&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; tras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; so&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; sabia que não&amp;nbsp; havia&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; caminho&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; voo&amp;nbsp; placidamente por&amp;nbsp; novas&amp;nbsp; paisagens secretas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nos&amp;nbsp; dois&amp;nbsp; sempre&amp;nbsp; fomos viajantes&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; de&amp;nbsp; sonhos&amp;nbsp; adiados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; e&amp;nbsp; nunca&amp;nbsp; alcançados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; você sempre&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; prisioneiro&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; mentiras&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é&amp;nbsp; assim&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vive&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; apenas&amp;nbsp; alguem&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; gosta&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; voar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sabemos&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; somos&amp;nbsp; almas&amp;nbsp; unas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; enclausuradas em realidades&amp;nbsp; diferentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; presos por&amp;nbsp; amarras invisiveis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; que não nos&amp;nbsp; impedem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de&amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; amarmos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eternamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-2060490137932225650?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/2060490137932225650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/2060490137932225650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/2060490137932225650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zlYSmqzjJA/TvIBx9Mdw8I/AAAAAAAADhI/gli_sE6c84I/s72-c/artlimited_img138739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-852576515193219426</id><published>2011-12-14T11:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:19:08.219-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8lE8x3KPpQ/TuiiNo-u3vI/AAAAAAAADgk/i1EuaSBPnN8/s1600/mm5l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8lE8x3KPpQ/TuiiNo-u3vI/AAAAAAAADgk/i1EuaSBPnN8/s400/mm5l.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Acordei dentro da neblina que me&amp;nbsp; cerca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;olhando a&amp;nbsp; vida&amp;nbsp; incerta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nesses caminhos&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; escolhi para&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; gritos&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; calo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;das&amp;nbsp; palavras&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; falo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dos&amp;nbsp; pensamentos que me&amp;nbsp; levam&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; direção contraditorios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sou&amp;nbsp; vida&amp;nbsp; que &amp;nbsp; renasce a&amp;nbsp; cada &amp;nbsp; dia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;abrindo&amp;nbsp; minhas&amp;nbsp; asas&amp;nbsp; para &amp;nbsp; voos nunca &amp;nbsp; imaginados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sou feita de &amp;nbsp; sentimentos guardados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;congelados &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;num canto nunca inviolados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olho a&amp;nbsp; vida&amp;nbsp; com olhos&amp;nbsp; frios durante o&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a&amp;nbsp; noite&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; trasformo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;volto a ser poeta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;andarilha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;esqueço a&amp;nbsp; dor e&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; tristeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;adormeço sempre com&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; apenas&amp;nbsp; uma certeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nada&amp;nbsp; vai&amp;nbsp; mudar totalmente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vou&amp;nbsp; continuar&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; atravessar&amp;nbsp; fronteiras diariamente&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ate&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia me&amp;nbsp; perca por ai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; volte&amp;nbsp; nunca&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ali&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é&amp;nbsp; que resolvi descansar e morri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3909906895923148812-852576515193219426?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/852576515193219426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/acordei-dentro-da-neblina-que-me-cerca.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/852576515193219426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/852576515193219426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/acordei-dentro-da-neblina-que-me-cerca.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8lE8x3KPpQ/TuiiNo-u3vI/AAAAAAAADgk/i1EuaSBPnN8/s72-c/mm5l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-4815277117808918971</id><published>2011-12-07T18:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T18:32:40.045-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xy49SorGwwg/Tt_Lw7EiQcI/AAAAAAAADgY/Aq3h_Oq-SGE/s1600/artlimited_img249886.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xy49SorGwwg/Tt_Lw7EiQcI/AAAAAAAADgY/Aq3h_Oq-SGE/s400/artlimited_img249886.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Sa9QdcPBuA/Tt_LgzYNYXI/AAAAAAAADgQ/aDWCOXZtUDA/s1600/_A302557_2__04r.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto&amp;nbsp; parada no&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;br /&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; saber o&amp;nbsp; rumo a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tomar&lt;br /&gt;...é&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; recomeço............&lt;br /&gt;...me&amp;nbsp; deixo&amp;nbsp; levar....&lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; quero pensar em nada&lt;br /&gt;não&amp;nbsp; sei se é a tristeza&lt;br /&gt; que&amp;nbsp; reluta em&amp;nbsp; ir &amp;nbsp; embora &lt;br /&gt;nessa sensação&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; sinto&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; que se espalha dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;me deixando&amp;nbsp; triste assim..... &lt;br /&gt;ainda&amp;nbsp; sinto saudade de tudo que&amp;nbsp; vivi&lt;br /&gt;da&amp;nbsp; vida&amp;nbsp; fácil,&lt;br /&gt; do&amp;nbsp; riso &amp;nbsp; alegre,&lt;br /&gt;da falta de&amp;nbsp; pressa&lt;br /&gt;das&amp;nbsp; tardes&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; longas&amp;nbsp; conversas,&lt;br /&gt;andar na praia no entardecer&lt;br /&gt; dos jantares a&amp;nbsp; luz&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; velas&lt;br /&gt;Da vida que&amp;nbsp; passava tranquila&lt;br /&gt;dos&amp;nbsp; nossos&amp;nbsp; longos&amp;nbsp; silêncios&lt;br /&gt;mais de grandes&lt;br /&gt;entendimentos.......&lt;br /&gt;não&amp;nbsp; precisávamos&amp;nbsp; de palavras.....&lt;br /&gt;sinto&amp;nbsp; falta de&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vai ter&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; ser assim&lt;br /&gt;novamente estou&amp;nbsp; na estrada&lt;br /&gt; correndo&amp;nbsp; atrás&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; da vida&lt;br /&gt;que &amp;nbsp; passa&amp;nbsp; como &amp;nbsp; pássaros&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; disparada&lt;br /&gt;é recomeço.............&lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; olho&amp;nbsp; para tras&lt;br /&gt;sigo&amp;nbsp; enfrente....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-4815277117808918971?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/4815277117808918971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/me-sinto-parada-no-tempo-sem-saber-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4815277117808918971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4815277117808918971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/me-sinto-parada-no-tempo-sem-saber-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xy49SorGwwg/Tt_Lw7EiQcI/AAAAAAAADgY/Aq3h_Oq-SGE/s72-c/artlimited_img249886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-4334540232727959799</id><published>2011-12-06T04:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T04:18:37.649-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CM0OW-CCkRI/Tt2zfUXMMbI/AAAAAAAADfA/2L2bnrwAsOA/s1600/chacara20+07+08+107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CM0OW-CCkRI/Tt2zfUXMMbI/AAAAAAAADfA/2L2bnrwAsOA/s400/chacara20+07+08+107.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a cor que separa nossos momentos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;na dor que distancia,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;no preto final,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;no branco nupcial,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;surge valores,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;respeito, cumplicidade, amor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que antes não &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sabíamos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ou &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sabíamos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; e sobre umanévoa fina,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tentamos esconder, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;amadurecer até o momento que ficadoce,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e, qual manhã emerge,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sem que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;i&gt;possamos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;donos ser,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;empurra nossas estrelas mundoabaixo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;onde será nosso local, nosso larfaltante&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;onde qual pés descalços, mãosdadas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sentirá suave relva doce,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;onde corpos molhados de desejosantigos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;de duas pessoas unidas emmomentos escondidos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nas madrugadas azuis,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nos dedos tremulos do pecado,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;vivem hoje, juntas no universodos versos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;onde a distancia mais curta entredois pontos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;onde menos frases escritas, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mais palavras ditas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;onde numa junta de letrasestendidas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;em linhas paralelas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;se fará esta frase,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que ainda em branco,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;de preto se pinta:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e, essa&amp;nbsp; saudade ainda&amp;nbsp; hoje existe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;perdida em&amp;nbsp; madrugadas insones&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;em&amp;nbsp; momentos e solidão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;onde&amp;nbsp; lembro esse amor que vivi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Superei muitas coisas na&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;menos essa saudade&amp;nbsp; infinita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;essa distancia&amp;nbsp; sofrida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não tenho&amp;nbsp; direito a&amp;nbsp; você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sou escuridão...você a luz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sou a&amp;nbsp; morte...você&amp;nbsp; a vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ficou em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; mim o&amp;nbsp; amor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;essa saudade infinita.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;te&amp;nbsp; amo ainda.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/3909906895923148812-4334540232727959799?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/4334540232727959799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/cor-que-separa-nossos-momentos-na-dor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4334540232727959799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4334540232727959799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/12/cor-que-separa-nossos-momentos-na-dor.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CM0OW-CCkRI/Tt2zfUXMMbI/AAAAAAAADfA/2L2bnrwAsOA/s72-c/chacara20+07+08+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-4910882010466452299</id><published>2011-11-30T11:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T11:32:09.535-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0huz0H08nM/Ts-KyxMNWlI/AAAAAAAADcg/FcSXLSoYKGA/s1600/image002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0huz0H08nM/Ts-KyxMNWlI/AAAAAAAADcg/FcSXLSoYKGA/s400/image002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Moro aqui..............&lt;br /&gt;na&amp;nbsp; rua dos dias que voam&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;passam rapido&lt;br /&gt;como&amp;nbsp; que procurando passar sem&amp;nbsp; deixar&amp;nbsp; rastros&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;lembranças&lt;br /&gt;ou&amp;nbsp; sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Nessa&amp;nbsp; rua&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; existe&amp;nbsp; lugar&amp;nbsp; para&lt;br /&gt;dor&lt;br /&gt;ou&amp;nbsp; para o&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;br /&gt;apenas&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; dias que&amp;nbsp; voam&lt;br /&gt;como&amp;nbsp; eu&lt;br /&gt;por&amp;nbsp; ai&lt;br /&gt;seu destino&lt;br /&gt;aqui&amp;nbsp; ou&amp;nbsp; ali......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-4910882010466452299?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/4910882010466452299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/moro-aqui.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4910882010466452299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4910882010466452299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/moro-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0huz0H08nM/Ts-KyxMNWlI/AAAAAAAADcg/FcSXLSoYKGA/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-6914861021447342736</id><published>2011-11-23T07:23:00.021-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T07:43:34.280-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QaNd2x7gD8/Tsy-89vQwlI/AAAAAAAADcM/lkNqp6RbLFI/s1600/b12.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QaNd2x7gD8/Tsy-89vQwlI/AAAAAAAADcM/lkNqp6RbLFI/s320/b12.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa semana a&amp;nbsp; dor&amp;nbsp; me acompanha como&amp;nbsp; uma sombra&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; me enlaça&lt;br /&gt;me sufoca &lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; faz&amp;nbsp; lembrar&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; daqui a alguns dias completa um&amp;nbsp; ano&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; você partiu da minha&amp;nbsp; vida.....&lt;br /&gt;a morte&amp;nbsp; separa pessoas&amp;nbsp; fisicamente&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; nunca........ &lt;br /&gt;nos&amp;nbsp; momentos.......&lt;br /&gt;nas lembranças...... &lt;br /&gt;daqueles&amp;nbsp; instantes que&amp;nbsp; explode um sorriso cúmplice&lt;br /&gt;um olhar terno&lt;br /&gt;um&amp;nbsp; toque&lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; sei&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; o nome para isso foi amor,&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; havia a&amp;nbsp; cumplicidade&lt;br /&gt;carinho&lt;br /&gt;e principalmente....&lt;br /&gt;éramos&amp;nbsp; companheiros e amigos&lt;br /&gt;quantas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lutas&amp;nbsp; e momentos&amp;nbsp; ruins&amp;nbsp; juntos&lt;br /&gt;quantos&amp;nbsp; momentos&amp;nbsp; bons&lt;br /&gt;só&amp;nbsp; sei&amp;nbsp; que preciso&amp;nbsp; deixar você&amp;nbsp; partir,&lt;br /&gt;é&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; momento&amp;nbsp; dentro&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; nosso&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;br /&gt;estou&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; despedindo&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; você aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;aqui nesse lugar onde&amp;nbsp; estou &amp;nbsp; agora&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;para que&amp;nbsp; siga sua&amp;nbsp; direção&lt;br /&gt;e eu&amp;nbsp; a minha&lt;br /&gt;sinto&amp;nbsp; sua&amp;nbsp; falta&amp;nbsp; na minha&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; lembro&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; sempre falávamos&amp;nbsp; rindo&lt;br /&gt;eu&amp;nbsp; faria&amp;nbsp; a travessia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; primeiro&lt;br /&gt;e tempo&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; despedida&lt;br /&gt;eu estou&amp;nbsp; deixando você&amp;nbsp; partir,&lt;br /&gt;porque&amp;nbsp; eu&amp;nbsp; também preciso&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ir&lt;br /&gt;os&amp;nbsp; momentos estão&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; guardados&lt;br /&gt;bem&amp;nbsp; aqui dentro&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; coração &lt;br /&gt;, mais&amp;nbsp; precisa ir......... e me&amp;nbsp; deixar&lt;br /&gt;o tempo pode apagar imagens&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; nunca lembranças&lt;br /&gt;...é o tempo dentro de nosso&amp;nbsp; tempo de seguir sem voltar o olhar para&amp;nbsp; trás&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-6914861021447342736?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/6914861021447342736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/essa-semana-dor-me-acompanha-como-uma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6914861021447342736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6914861021447342736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/essa-semana-dor-me-acompanha-como-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QaNd2x7gD8/Tsy-89vQwlI/AAAAAAAADcM/lkNqp6RbLFI/s72-c/b12.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-7450729238149660524</id><published>2011-11-23T06:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T06:54:46.625-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2jnm-2BFKAw/TrvEa1xA3BI/AAAAAAAADZc/t0hEuyaZrSA/s1600/309789_128897920551566_126053010836057_153623_51459306_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2jnm-2BFKAw/TrvEa1xA3BI/AAAAAAAADZc/t0hEuyaZrSA/s320/309789_128897920551566_126053010836057_153623_51459306_n.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poemas&amp;nbsp; são&amp;nbsp; borboletas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que solto por&amp;nbsp; ai no&amp;nbsp; vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;borboletas&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; falam de&amp;nbsp; amores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tristeza e dores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São palavras&amp;nbsp; minhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; fogem&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poemas&amp;nbsp; são&amp;nbsp; borboletas. que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; voam pra longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-7450729238149660524?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7450729238149660524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/poemas-sao-borboletas-que-solto-por-ai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7450729238149660524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7450729238149660524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/poemas-sao-borboletas-que-solto-por-ai.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2jnm-2BFKAw/TrvEa1xA3BI/AAAAAAAADZc/t0hEuyaZrSA/s72-c/309789_128897920551566_126053010836057_153623_51459306_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-2670300376006873014</id><published>2011-11-22T09:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:24:38.703-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para c.....aminhante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--OJEl9fMHpM/TsuGLLZuaRI/AAAAAAAADcE/cWmSiuULk7g/s1600/Adam_Martinakis_last-kiss_1920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--OJEl9fMHpM/TsuGLLZuaRI/AAAAAAAADcE/cWmSiuULk7g/s400/Adam_Martinakis_last-kiss_1920.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhante&lt;br /&gt;Quem&amp;nbsp; dera&amp;nbsp; eu&amp;nbsp; também&lt;br /&gt;voltar no&amp;nbsp; tempo..... &lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; foi&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; tempo louco&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; amor&amp;nbsp; intenso......&lt;br /&gt;Nossas&amp;nbsp; mãos apaixonadas não desfilariam estrelas&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; encontrariam&amp;nbsp; em nossos&amp;nbsp; corpos&lt;br /&gt;ardentes&lt;br /&gt;sedentos de&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp; amantes&amp;nbsp; carentes&lt;br /&gt;lágrimas&amp;nbsp; foram vertidas&lt;br /&gt;não&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; beirais de&amp;nbsp; janelas&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; onde&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; todos&amp;nbsp; viam meu&amp;nbsp; sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chorei na&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; chuva&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; fina&lt;br /&gt;procurava você&amp;nbsp; pelas&amp;nbsp; esquinas&lt;br /&gt;o meu&amp;nbsp; tempo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; foi&amp;nbsp; doloroso e&amp;nbsp; intenso&lt;br /&gt;hoje sou&amp;nbsp; como&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; vento&lt;br /&gt;apenas&amp;nbsp; passo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; pelo&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;br /&gt;ainda&amp;nbsp; penso&amp;nbsp; nas&amp;nbsp; noites&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vivemos&lt;br /&gt;tento&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;tento afastar de&amp;nbsp; mim as&amp;nbsp; lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; saudade&lt;br /&gt;mesmo&amp;nbsp; assim&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; sinto&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; liberdade&lt;br /&gt;olho&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; relógio que&amp;nbsp; corre velozmente&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; mesmo&amp;nbsp; assim&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sua&amp;nbsp; presença esta ali..... sempre&amp;nbsp; presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Das&amp;nbsp; coisas&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; ainda&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; guardo&lt;br /&gt;entre&amp;nbsp; poemas e saudade&lt;br /&gt;existe uma&amp;nbsp; flor&amp;nbsp; amarela&lt;br /&gt;que trás você sempre&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; essa dolorosa realidade&lt;br /&gt;feita de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; distancia,&lt;br /&gt;neblinas&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;muita&amp;nbsp; saudades&lt;span class="post-comment-link"&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/3909906895923148812-2670300376006873014?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/2670300376006873014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/para-caminhante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/2670300376006873014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/2670300376006873014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/para-caminhante.html' title='Para c.....aminhante'/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--OJEl9fMHpM/TsuGLLZuaRI/AAAAAAAADcE/cWmSiuULk7g/s72-c/Adam_Martinakis_last-kiss_1920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-6676038467125508020</id><published>2011-11-10T14:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T14:42:10.190-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feito a    4 mãos, como antigamente..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elAbWyeRqTQ/Trv-tHyw73I/AAAAAAAADZk/H1SvBTSUcj0/s1600/artlimited_img62244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elAbWyeRqTQ/Trv-tHyw73I/AAAAAAAADZk/H1SvBTSUcj0/s400/artlimited_img62244.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morro todo dia,&lt;br /&gt; quando a lua descarada me acorda deste sonho louco e poético,&lt;br /&gt;acordo nas ruas&lt;br /&gt; pedindo carona pro meu tempo,&lt;br /&gt; que sonolento,&lt;br /&gt;deixa fugir suspiros de outrora.&lt;br /&gt;morro cada segundo,&lt;br /&gt; intimo de meus segredos,&lt;br /&gt; que desejos em campos revoltos,&lt;br /&gt; ainda planto.&lt;br /&gt;assim vai-se morte feliz,&lt;br /&gt;alegria que renasce agora,&lt;br /&gt;por ler-te bendita menina...palavras que piscam estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;estrelas que&amp;nbsp; um dia...quem&amp;nbsp; sabe&lt;br /&gt;vão&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; caminho iluminar&lt;br /&gt;e você poderá&amp;nbsp; voltar.........&lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; peça carona ao tempo&lt;br /&gt;volte como meu&amp;nbsp; cavaleiro&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; vento.....&lt;br /&gt;retorna agora..........&lt;br /&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; medos&lt;br /&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; demora&lt;br /&gt;vem caminhar nesse caminho&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; estrelas.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-6676038467125508020?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/6676038467125508020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/feito-4-maos-como-antigamente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6676038467125508020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6676038467125508020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/feito-4-maos-como-antigamente.html' title='Feito a    4 mãos, como antigamente..............'/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-elAbWyeRqTQ/Trv-tHyw73I/AAAAAAAADZk/H1SvBTSUcj0/s72-c/artlimited_img62244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-87555728579669026</id><published>2011-11-10T10:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T10:33:28.398-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K8E7psEP0zA/TrvDlTTeBJI/AAAAAAAADZM/rEi7AhLGLuw/s1600/fotografiascriativaslinhaagulha3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K8E7psEP0zA/TrvDlTTeBJI/AAAAAAAADZM/rEi7AhLGLuw/s400/fotografiascriativaslinhaagulha3.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abri a caixa do&amp;nbsp; tempo...&lt;br /&gt;sentada&amp;nbsp; aqui nesse&amp;nbsp; momento&lt;br /&gt;revi amores&lt;br /&gt;dores&lt;br /&gt;chegadas e&amp;nbsp; partidas&lt;br /&gt;e resolvi tecer&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; colar&lt;br /&gt;com as&amp;nbsp; lágrimas&amp;nbsp; guardadas&lt;br /&gt;na caixa selada&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; guardo bem&amp;nbsp; guardada&lt;br /&gt;dentro&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; de mim...calada&lt;br /&gt;Chorei&amp;nbsp; por&amp;nbsp; amores&amp;nbsp; perdidos&lt;br /&gt;por quem&amp;nbsp; nunca deveria&amp;nbsp; ter&amp;nbsp; partido...&lt;br /&gt;Chorei&amp;nbsp; sozinha...escondida&lt;br /&gt;Vidas&amp;nbsp; que passaram por&amp;nbsp; mim...&lt;br /&gt;perdi...deixei &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ir &lt;br /&gt;Se sentirem a&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; falta&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; perguntarem por&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;falem&amp;nbsp; apenas&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; resolvi ir&amp;nbsp; embora&lt;br /&gt;porque&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; estava&amp;nbsp; mais afim&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; viver&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; essa&amp;nbsp; vida que vivi&lt;br /&gt;Fui em&amp;nbsp; busca de um&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;br /&gt;fui&amp;nbsp; por&amp;nbsp; ai......morri.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-87555728579669026?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/87555728579669026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/abri-caixa-do-tempo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/87555728579669026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/87555728579669026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/abri-caixa-do-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K8E7psEP0zA/TrvDlTTeBJI/AAAAAAAADZM/rEi7AhLGLuw/s72-c/fotografiascriativaslinhaagulha3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-5296869551207852156</id><published>2011-11-08T21:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:16:36.746-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okjmypsokZs/Trm4KCTDEkI/AAAAAAAADY8/_BTePruukwU/s1600/ilya_rashap-NimbyPolis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okjmypsokZs/Trm4KCTDEkI/AAAAAAAADY8/_BTePruukwU/s400/ilya_rashap-NimbyPolis.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;O vento não leva minha sombra,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;mas.... ronda minh'alma,&lt;br /&gt;Meu pranto se acalma...&lt;br /&gt;Nada sou...&lt;br /&gt;Mas igual aos outros não sou!&lt;br /&gt;Com o sol na face,&lt;br /&gt;sigo sem disfarces,&lt;br /&gt;sem medo do embate,&lt;br /&gt;Percorrendo caminhos áridos,&lt;br /&gt;posso ser primeira,&lt;br /&gt;posso ser última, &lt;br /&gt;mas sempre serei eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem medo do tempo, &lt;br /&gt;sem medo da dor...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me deixarei cair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;E assim vou indo por aí...&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/3909906895923148812-5296869551207852156?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/5296869551207852156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/vento-nao-leva-minha-sombra-ronda.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5296869551207852156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5296869551207852156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/vento-nao-leva-minha-sombra-ronda.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okjmypsokZs/Trm4KCTDEkI/AAAAAAAADY8/_BTePruukwU/s72-c/ilya_rashap-NimbyPolis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-5808819027661285529</id><published>2011-11-08T08:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:29:17.203-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0098X2Aq14M/TrkEPlPc-BI/AAAAAAAADY0/Ne_dw8BY4K0/s1600/0754_da62_550.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0098X2Aq14M/TrkEPlPc-BI/AAAAAAAADY0/Ne_dw8BY4K0/s400/0754_da62_550.jpeg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscilo tanto,&lt;br /&gt; mais tanto&lt;br /&gt; que perco a noção de qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt; Devia estar satisfeita,&lt;br /&gt; feliz... até&amp;nbsp; sou,&lt;br /&gt; mas não estou.&lt;br /&gt; Complicado demais&amp;nbsp; viver........&lt;br /&gt; Há dias choro e não tenho motivos disso,&lt;br /&gt; quer dizer,&lt;br /&gt;começo por um motivo,&lt;br /&gt; porém quando termino já é outro&lt;br /&gt; completamente diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades,&lt;br /&gt;angustia&lt;br /&gt;as vezes solidão assumida.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;não quero chegar perto de ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;quero que cheguem perto de mim...&lt;br /&gt; pouco... mas...&lt;br /&gt;Ir ou não ir...&lt;br /&gt; mais uma vez não quero ser feita de boba&lt;br /&gt; nas situações que a minha vida põe no meu caminho..&lt;br /&gt;.por  isso  oscilo  entre amar ou  não  amar....&lt;br /&gt;.ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;ou.........&lt;br /&gt;me&amp;nbsp; fazer de&amp;nbsp; louca para sobreviver...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-5808819027661285529?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/5808819027661285529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/oscilo-tanto-mais-tanto-que-perco-nocao.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5808819027661285529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5808819027661285529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/11/oscilo-tanto-mais-tanto-que-perco-nocao.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0098X2Aq14M/TrkEPlPc-BI/AAAAAAAADY0/Ne_dw8BY4K0/s72-c/0754_da62_550.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-2266262531907954266</id><published>2011-10-29T10:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T10:08:00.744-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJZ2IphpqJo/TqvsFwfOaCI/AAAAAAAADU8/4_gDKkqYkUI/s1600/reflectionphotos30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJZ2IphpqJo/TqvsFwfOaCI/AAAAAAAADU8/4_gDKkqYkUI/s400/reflectionphotos30.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.....que palavras dizer,&lt;br /&gt; numa mistura de não saber,&lt;br /&gt;entre o sair da voz&lt;br /&gt; e o calar de um grito que nunca saiu, &lt;br /&gt;sei sim...&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp;há um tempo que nunca terá fim,&lt;br /&gt;será sempre como passos ao vento,&lt;br /&gt;congelados..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;adormecidos!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I34clGkOPsM/TqvsQdeD2ZI/AAAAAAAADVE/yau1hfMAZN8/s1600/sunrise7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I34clGkOPsM/TqvsQdeD2ZI/AAAAAAAADVE/yau1hfMAZN8/s400/sunrise7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como um&amp;nbsp; amor que não foi&amp;nbsp; resolvido&lt;br /&gt;que por&amp;nbsp; pura covardia&lt;br /&gt;abandonado&lt;br /&gt;Somos o&amp;nbsp; avesso&amp;nbsp; dos&amp;nbsp; sonhos&lt;br /&gt;o inverso da&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;br /&gt;ecos de gritos&amp;nbsp; e saudades&lt;br /&gt;de maguas nunca&amp;nbsp; esquecidas&lt;br /&gt;Somente&amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; sabemos&lt;br /&gt;o&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; vivemos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; e&amp;nbsp; como&amp;nbsp; vivemos..&lt;br /&gt;hoje o&amp;nbsp; vento&amp;nbsp; guarda&amp;nbsp; com&amp;nbsp; ele&lt;br /&gt;lembranças&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; nossos&amp;nbsp; momentos&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;a nossa&amp;nbsp; poesia,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; revive esse&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;br /&gt;dia, .....após&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;br /&gt;esse amor&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; perdeu&amp;nbsp; no tempo&lt;br /&gt;mas&amp;nbsp; que &amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; une,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; a todo&amp;nbsp; instante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a cada&amp;nbsp; momento...&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; ser&lt;br /&gt;para que pudéssemos&lt;br /&gt;ser-nos........... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-2266262531907954266?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/2266262531907954266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/2266262531907954266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/2266262531907954266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eJZ2IphpqJo/TqvsFwfOaCI/AAAAAAAADU8/4_gDKkqYkUI/s72-c/reflectionphotos30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-4053566632061103485</id><published>2011-10-24T06:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T06:41:52.943-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G749ILtJ3d0/TqUkpyuqfpI/AAAAAAAADTA/8l5Q7U3Zquw/s1600/image.php.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G749ILtJ3d0/TqUkpyuqfpI/AAAAAAAADTA/8l5Q7U3Zquw/s400/image.php.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de acordar nas&amp;nbsp; manhas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; chuvosas&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;abrir&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; janela&lt;br /&gt;sentir&amp;nbsp; o vento&amp;nbsp; frio&lt;br /&gt;de sair&amp;nbsp; na chuva&lt;br /&gt;ficar&amp;nbsp; molhada&lt;br /&gt;lavar a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;gosto de&amp;nbsp; chorar na chuva,&lt;br /&gt;misturar lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; ninguém&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; possa notar a&amp;nbsp; dor&amp;nbsp; que sinto&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; naquele momento&lt;br /&gt;as&amp;nbsp; manhas&amp;nbsp; são&amp;nbsp; minhas&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;quando&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; estou&amp;nbsp; acordando&amp;nbsp; com&amp;nbsp; elas&lt;br /&gt;ainda escuro &lt;br /&gt;quando...&lt;br /&gt;acompanho&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; voo da&amp;nbsp; gaivota solitária &lt;br /&gt;voando. triste&lt;br /&gt;num voo em&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; única&lt;br /&gt;nesse&amp;nbsp; espaço dona&amp;nbsp; absoluta do&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;br /&gt;soberana&lt;br /&gt;plainando&amp;nbsp; no&amp;nbsp; vento&lt;br /&gt;altiva,&lt;br /&gt;dona do&amp;nbsp; mundo limitado que&amp;nbsp; criou&amp;nbsp; para ela,&lt;br /&gt;voa solitária,&lt;br /&gt;porque foi&amp;nbsp; assim&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; escolheu&lt;br /&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; limito&amp;nbsp; para tempo&lt;br /&gt;espaço&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;voando contra&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; vento&lt;br /&gt;mesmo&amp;nbsp; sendo vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;voando&amp;nbsp; para longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;cada&amp;nbsp; vez&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; longe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sumindo no&amp;nbsp; horizonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Manhas de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; chuva e&amp;nbsp; neblina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;de tempo&amp;nbsp; que brinca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;de&amp;nbsp; acasos e&amp;nbsp; ocaso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dessa gaivota&amp;nbsp; solitária&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; atira nesse&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;assim&amp;nbsp; como eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; voo junto&amp;nbsp; com&amp;nbsp; ela em&amp;nbsp; pensamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dentro desse&amp;nbsp; tempo........&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/3909906895923148812-4053566632061103485?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/4053566632061103485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/gosto-de-acordar-nas-manhas-chuvosas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4053566632061103485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4053566632061103485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/gosto-de-acordar-nas-manhas-chuvosas.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G749ILtJ3d0/TqUkpyuqfpI/AAAAAAAADTA/8l5Q7U3Zquw/s72-c/image.php.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-8768351737471428613</id><published>2011-10-21T00:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:10:40.688-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula Fernandes - Quero Sim</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QAyNFAZvLnE?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-8768351737471428613?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/8768351737471428613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/paula-fernandes-quero-sim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8768351737471428613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8768351737471428613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/paula-fernandes-quero-sim.html' title='Paula Fernandes - Quero Sim'/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QAyNFAZvLnE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-7614389645614446674</id><published>2011-10-14T23:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T23:22:46.892-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6YVTJZuqLw/TpjuGXrl0mI/AAAAAAAADSQ/cVL3ypIrK4g/s1600/bom+dia+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6YVTJZuqLw/TpjuGXrl0mI/AAAAAAAADSQ/cVL3ypIrK4g/s400/bom+dia+005.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...estarei sempre no vento,&lt;br /&gt;onde me escondo e viajo,&lt;br /&gt;em dias quentes ou frios,&lt;br /&gt;deixe sentir passando por vc.&lt;br /&gt;tocar sua&amp;nbsp; pele&lt;br /&gt;acariciar seus cabelos......&lt;br /&gt;escute as&amp;nbsp; palavras&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; perderam no&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;br /&gt;no&amp;nbsp; nosso&amp;nbsp; tempo.... que perdemos de&amp;nbsp; nos&lt;br /&gt;Fomos e&amp;nbsp; somos&amp;nbsp; vento&lt;br /&gt;porque.....sempre&amp;nbsp; corremos no&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-7614389645614446674?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7614389645614446674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7614389645614446674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7614389645614446674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_14.html' title='.'/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6YVTJZuqLw/TpjuGXrl0mI/AAAAAAAADSQ/cVL3ypIrK4g/s72-c/bom+dia+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-3128786878491913829</id><published>2011-10-13T09:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:45:15.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed5Ri0yqFGA/TpbdP66PZYI/AAAAAAAADRk/eNIu1J5bWhs/s1600/Luxuria_das_palavras-Nimbypolis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed5Ri0yqFGA/TpbdP66PZYI/AAAAAAAADRk/eNIu1J5bWhs/s400/Luxuria_das_palavras-Nimbypolis.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;são momentos perdidos no meio da noite....&lt;br /&gt;são realidades inexistentes, latentes, que ardem, que pedem,&lt;br /&gt;são vidas vividas sem sangue, sem o calor dos corpos...&lt;br /&gt;...sonhos com minutos,&lt;br /&gt;com segundos que acordados nao vivi,&lt;br /&gt;que, em desesperos da distância, jamais serão esquecidos,&lt;br /&gt;são sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;de estar onde nunca estive,&lt;br /&gt;de saber que nao pude....&lt;br /&gt;onde estive?&lt;br /&gt;onde fui?&lt;br /&gt;porque me perdi?&lt;br /&gt;porque errei?&lt;br /&gt;como versos sem rimas, fiz da vida algo, sem vida....&lt;br /&gt;vivendo nos trilhos, imaginando um caminho,&lt;br /&gt;percebendo que o destino sou eu,&lt;br /&gt;somos nós....&lt;br /&gt;somos um eterno querer, e se perder.&lt;br /&gt;somos frases, somos poesias..&lt;br /&gt;somos o tudo e o nada...&lt;br /&gt;o tentar outra vez, e desistir&lt;br /&gt;sou assim, eu sem você....&lt;br /&gt;a distância que nunca se apagará, e nao ainda....&lt;br /&gt;eu....&lt;br /&gt;você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-3128786878491913829?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/3128786878491913829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3128786878491913829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3128786878491913829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed5Ri0yqFGA/TpbdP66PZYI/AAAAAAAADRk/eNIu1J5bWhs/s72-c/Luxuria_das_palavras-Nimbypolis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-5565353726813158541</id><published>2011-10-11T10:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:35:38.997-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4GkK7q4UBg/TpRGBlJE7KI/AAAAAAAADRQ/tAl9AzyWpZ4/s1600/img256777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4GkK7q4UBg/TpRGBlJE7KI/AAAAAAAADRQ/tAl9AzyWpZ4/s400/img256777.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box" lang="fr"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Je me suis réveillé&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;aujourd'hui avec&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;le vent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;qui a jeté&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;tout autour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;une fureur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;folle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;fou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Telle est la vie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;rien ne lui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;résiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;et quand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;on s'y attend le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;moins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sont lâchés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;sans pitié&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;et recommencer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;toujours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Adriana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps"&gt;Martins&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/3909906895923148812-5565353726813158541?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/5565353726813158541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/je-me-suis-reveille-aujourdhui-avec-le.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5565353726813158541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5565353726813158541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/je-me-suis-reveille-aujourdhui-avec-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4GkK7q4UBg/TpRGBlJE7KI/AAAAAAAADRQ/tAl9AzyWpZ4/s72-c/img256777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-6623184346311602223</id><published>2011-10-11T10:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T10:17:27.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendendo  com  Ana....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NdKBwFay-Lg/TpRBaFHnoYI/AAAAAAAADRI/7eFztZxOeb4/s1600/ana+carolina+035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NdKBwFay-Lg/TpRBaFHnoYI/AAAAAAAADRI/7eFztZxOeb4/s400/ana+carolina+035.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.a vida&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; assim... feita de&amp;nbsp; pequenas&amp;nbsp; coisas&lt;br /&gt;de momentos&lt;br /&gt;de instantes&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp; frações de&amp;nbsp; segundos&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp; alegria e&amp;nbsp; dor&lt;br /&gt;São como&amp;nbsp; gotas&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; caem&amp;nbsp; sobre&amp;nbsp; nos&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso de&amp;nbsp; Ana&lt;br /&gt;seu&amp;nbsp; olhar&lt;br /&gt;um&amp;nbsp; gesto natural de amor&amp;nbsp; e carinho&lt;br /&gt;beijos&amp;nbsp; briguentos&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp; biquinho&lt;br /&gt;olhares.....&lt;br /&gt;de alguém&amp;nbsp; puro&lt;br /&gt;que esta&amp;nbsp; chegando&amp;nbsp; ao&amp;nbsp; mundo agora.....&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de&amp;nbsp; acordar com&amp;nbsp; ela&lt;br /&gt;levar&amp;nbsp; na&amp;nbsp; creche&lt;br /&gt;captar&amp;nbsp; momentos&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; fotos&lt;br /&gt;perpetuar&amp;nbsp; momentos...&lt;br /&gt;Estou&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; aprendendo&amp;nbsp; a amar,&lt;br /&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; medo de&amp;nbsp; perdas&lt;br /&gt;ou&amp;nbsp; sofrimentos...&lt;br /&gt;A cada&amp;nbsp; dia&amp;nbsp; aprendo&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; pouco&lt;br /&gt;entendi que&amp;nbsp; na&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vida tudo&amp;nbsp; tem&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;br /&gt;e dentro&amp;nbsp; dele temos&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; ser&amp;nbsp; felizes&lt;br /&gt;aproveitando&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ainda&amp;nbsp; falta&amp;nbsp; muito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para&amp;nbsp; derrubar&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; muro que&amp;nbsp; construi&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; uma coisa&amp;nbsp; é certa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ana&amp;nbsp; é amor e&amp;nbsp; muito&amp;nbsp; direta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com&amp;nbsp; sua inocência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;derruba dia&amp;nbsp; a dia o&amp;nbsp; muro que&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; cerca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estou&amp;nbsp; aprendendo com&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ana......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-6623184346311602223?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/6623184346311602223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/aprendendo-com-ana.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6623184346311602223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6623184346311602223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/aprendendo-com-ana.html' title='Aprendendo  com  Ana....'/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NdKBwFay-Lg/TpRBaFHnoYI/AAAAAAAADRI/7eFztZxOeb4/s72-c/ana+carolina+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-3660485338866958976</id><published>2011-10-09T09:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:19:38.165-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para R..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZZuchCHt3E/TpGQhTy8Z0I/AAAAAAAADQM/MY6k4npI5xY/s1600/img245746.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZZuchCHt3E/TpGQhTy8Z0I/AAAAAAAADQM/MY6k4npI5xY/s400/img245746.jpg" width="400" /&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;O amor&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; se explica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem&amp;nbsp; se escreve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O amor se grava no&amp;nbsp; peito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;........so&amp;nbsp; a isso&amp;nbsp; tenho&amp;nbsp; direito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Falo pela&amp;nbsp; poesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nesse&amp;nbsp; meu&amp;nbsp; silencio&amp;nbsp; adormecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gravo&amp;nbsp; sua voz aqui&amp;nbsp; dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;detalhes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;entalhes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;caminhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tempos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a mesma&amp;nbsp; voz&amp;nbsp; carregada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;falando&amp;nbsp; frases&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vejo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; fotos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;familia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amasso&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; vento&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para&amp;nbsp; criar um&amp;nbsp; caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dentro&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; seu&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e chegar&amp;nbsp; a ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para&amp;nbsp; viver&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te amo nessa&amp;nbsp; distancia&amp;nbsp; imensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um&amp;nbsp; amor feito de saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ternura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;renuncia.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somos versos e inversos...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-3660485338866958976?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/3660485338866958976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-amor-nao-se-explica-e-nem-se-escreve.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3660485338866958976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3660485338866958976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-amor-nao-se-explica-e-nem-se-escreve.html' title='Para R..........'/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SZZuchCHt3E/TpGQhTy8Z0I/AAAAAAAADQM/MY6k4npI5xY/s72-c/img245746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-5103653949090524972</id><published>2011-10-05T14:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:18:54.174-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U36LOe8XFVw/ToyQ4JwPIDI/AAAAAAAADQI/8DGUneXSxMA/s1600/mulher+poeta+escrevendo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U36LOe8XFVw/ToyQ4JwPIDI/AAAAAAAADQI/8DGUneXSxMA/s400/mulher+poeta+escrevendo.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por&amp;nbsp; falta&amp;nbsp; total de&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;br /&gt;não escrevo&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; poesias&lt;br /&gt;..............me sinto&amp;nbsp; vazia.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-5103653949090524972?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/5103653949090524972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/por-falta-total-de-tempo-nao-escrevo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5103653949090524972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5103653949090524972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/por-falta-total-de-tempo-nao-escrevo.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U36LOe8XFVw/ToyQ4JwPIDI/AAAAAAAADQI/8DGUneXSxMA/s72-c/mulher+poeta+escrevendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-8830118966785753054</id><published>2011-10-01T20:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T20:24:35.269-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; como&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; carrossel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oficina-do-gif.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JX4SILykZEo/S2r9O9WA97I/AAAAAAAABrQ/hNJkrm4AQs0/s640/carrossel.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minha vida&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; como&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; carrossel&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girando&amp;nbsp; sempre sem&amp;nbsp; parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pessoas&amp;nbsp; passando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amores chegando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ainda&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; vejo&amp;nbsp; menina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sonhando&amp;nbsp; com&amp;nbsp; castelos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e príncipes encantados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;num&amp;nbsp; mundo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de sonhos&amp;nbsp; embalados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;corria&amp;nbsp; livre pela&amp;nbsp; praia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chamava sereias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ouvia&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; mar&amp;nbsp; nas&amp;nbsp; concha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; me encantava&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com as&amp;nbsp; que encontrava nas&amp;nbsp; areias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;manhã&amp;nbsp; quentes&amp;nbsp; ensolaradas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e eu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; dançando&amp;nbsp; para as&amp;nbsp; fadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cresci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a&amp;nbsp; realidade&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; outra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vivo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; no&amp;nbsp; mundo&amp;nbsp; dos&amp;nbsp; castelos cinzentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;entre dores&amp;nbsp; e lamentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vejo a&amp;nbsp; morte&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; todos&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; dias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;logo&amp;nbsp; eu&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vivia&amp;nbsp; sonhando&amp;nbsp; com a&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e era somente&amp;nbsp; alegria.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; sofrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me&amp;nbsp; fechei&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;construi&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; muro alto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde&amp;nbsp; guardo os&amp;nbsp; sonhos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia&amp;nbsp; sonhei&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; vivi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;giro&amp;nbsp; nesse&amp;nbsp; carrossel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como&amp;nbsp; parte dele&amp;nbsp; enfim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as&amp;nbsp; vezes&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; pergunto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.........................................onde&amp;nbsp; meperdidemim.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-8830118966785753054?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/8830118966785753054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/minha-vida-e-como-um-carrossel-minha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8830118966785753054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8830118966785753054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/minha-vida-e-como-um-carrossel-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JX4SILykZEo/S2r9O9WA97I/AAAAAAAABrQ/hNJkrm4AQs0/s72-c/carrossel.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-3398932939697680034</id><published>2011-10-01T11:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T11:24:14.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z3cXrELJSLI/Toch-saiosI/AAAAAAAADQE/hnIC0kmU-LU/s1600/2012157-md.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z3cXrELJSLI/Toch-saiosI/AAAAAAAADQE/hnIC0kmU-LU/s400/2012157-md.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........virar um&amp;nbsp; rio&lt;br /&gt;que caminha&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; distante...&lt;br /&gt;fugir de&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; amor..&lt;br /&gt;um&amp;nbsp; dia &lt;br /&gt;por&amp;nbsp; covardia&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; por&amp;nbsp; medo&lt;br /&gt;carregar para&amp;nbsp; sempre em&amp;nbsp; segredo&lt;br /&gt;uma&amp;nbsp; dor....&lt;br /&gt;uma&amp;nbsp; saudade..&lt;br /&gt;uma&amp;nbsp; vontade de&amp;nbsp; voltar&amp;nbsp; no&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;br /&gt;viver novamente&lt;br /&gt;de forma&amp;nbsp; diferente&lt;br /&gt;amar sem&amp;nbsp; medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ser&amp;nbsp; feliz ........&lt;br /&gt;somente ....feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-3398932939697680034?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/3398932939697680034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3398932939697680034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3398932939697680034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z3cXrELJSLI/Toch-saiosI/AAAAAAAADQE/hnIC0kmU-LU/s72-c/2012157-md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-2768742606069664302</id><published>2011-09-28T09:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T09:02:31.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R3nERZyLkSs/ToMMfYyQXeI/AAAAAAAADPQ/WczXCsc12aY/s1600/Stefan_Gesell-Nimbypolis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R3nERZyLkSs/ToMMfYyQXeI/AAAAAAAADPQ/WczXCsc12aY/s400/Stefan_Gesell-Nimbypolis.jpg" width="400" /&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;Não preciso&amp;nbsp; ser&amp;nbsp; arrogante diante da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;posso apenas viver.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como&amp;nbsp; tenho&amp;nbsp; vivido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cansei de ver&amp;nbsp; pessoas que&amp;nbsp; vagam perto&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; criam&amp;nbsp; a ilusão de&amp;nbsp; serem&amp;nbsp; tudo..enfim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais...são&amp;nbsp; nada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sou assim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; fiz&amp;nbsp; aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sou do&amp;nbsp; mundo&amp;nbsp; que escolhi&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp; preciso provar o que&amp;nbsp; sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque&amp;nbsp; eu&amp;nbsp; sei o que&amp;nbsp; sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há&amp;nbsp; muito não&amp;nbsp; tenho&amp;nbsp; medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não fujo&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; lutas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e do que&amp;nbsp; acredito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; tenho&amp;nbsp; medo de&amp;nbsp; cair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou de&amp;nbsp; perder cargos&amp;nbsp; ou&amp;nbsp; posição...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quero é todos&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; dias me atirar no&amp;nbsp; meu&amp;nbsp; destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fazer o&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; gosto e&amp;nbsp; acredito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque&amp;nbsp; sou&amp;nbsp; como&amp;nbsp; o outono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;morro&amp;nbsp; e refloresço&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu me conheço...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou&amp;nbsp; represa de&amp;nbsp; meus&amp;nbsp; sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;muitas&amp;nbsp; vezes&amp;nbsp; contidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reprimidos...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por&amp;nbsp; conveniencias&amp;nbsp; e regras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorriso&amp;nbsp; forçado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por&amp;nbsp; trás&amp;nbsp; da&amp;nbsp; mascara que&amp;nbsp; uso.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou vento&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; destroi as&amp;nbsp; vezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem noção&amp;nbsp; de nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sou&amp;nbsp; rio sem&amp;nbsp; destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; caminha&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; mais e&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; me pertenço&amp;nbsp; mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;atravessei&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; linha&amp;nbsp; finita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde vivo&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp; vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;por pura&amp;nbsp; escolha&amp;nbsp; minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a muito tempo escolhi&amp;nbsp; meu&amp;nbsp; lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; no espaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sou&amp;nbsp; aquilo&amp;nbsp; que guardo dentro de&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sou&amp;nbsp; e serei&amp;nbsp; sempre&amp;nbsp; eu mesma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por baixo da&amp;nbsp; mascara&amp;nbsp; fria&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vazia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um coração cheio de vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma alma povoada de&amp;nbsp; sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de chegadas e&amp;nbsp; partidas......&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/3909906895923148812-2768742606069664302?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/2768742606069664302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-preciso-ser-arrogante-diante-da.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/2768742606069664302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/2768742606069664302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-preciso-ser-arrogante-diante-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R3nERZyLkSs/ToMMfYyQXeI/AAAAAAAADPQ/WczXCsc12aY/s72-c/Stefan_Gesell-Nimbypolis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-6647652782910149141</id><published>2011-09-20T08:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:52:47.295-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQJXwZX3494/TnneBnLba0I/AAAAAAAADOU/eSQvp3yrCxg/s1600/Mascara-Tres-Expressoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQJXwZX3494/TnneBnLba0I/AAAAAAAADOU/eSQvp3yrCxg/s400/Mascara-Tres-Expressoes.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...meu&amp;nbsp; medo&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; morrer&lt;br /&gt;e,&lt;br /&gt;não&amp;nbsp; ter&amp;nbsp; vivido&amp;nbsp; tudo&amp;nbsp; que quero&lt;br /&gt;Esse&amp;nbsp; tempo&amp;nbsp; implacável&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; para&lt;br /&gt;fazendo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; pessoas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; transformarem&lt;br /&gt;em neblina&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; fumaça...&lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; saber&amp;nbsp; realmente&amp;nbsp; quem&amp;nbsp; sou&lt;br /&gt;viver na&amp;nbsp; mediocridade&lt;br /&gt;sufocada por&amp;nbsp; valores&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; nem&amp;nbsp; ligo&lt;br /&gt;apenas sobrevivo&lt;br /&gt;S ou&amp;nbsp; única e&amp;nbsp; solitária&lt;br /&gt;no&amp;nbsp; meio dos&amp;nbsp; que amam&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; vêem&lt;br /&gt;somente eles&amp;nbsp; vêem&lt;br /&gt;e não&amp;nbsp; aqui lo&amp;nbsp; que escutam&lt;br /&gt;nos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; gritos dos desesperados e excluídos&lt;br /&gt;nos&amp;nbsp; gritos da&amp;nbsp; misera&lt;br /&gt;dos&amp;nbsp; preconceitos da&amp;nbsp; impunidade&lt;br /&gt;Sou de&amp;nbsp; sombras&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; não da&amp;nbsp; luz...&lt;br /&gt;Moro&amp;nbsp; numa caverna&amp;nbsp; solitária&lt;br /&gt;com&amp;nbsp; meus&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sonhos&lt;br /&gt;minha&amp;nbsp; lutas&lt;br /&gt;minhas&amp;nbsp; guerras....&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro&amp;nbsp; ser casulo, e&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; borboleta&lt;br /&gt;porque&lt;br /&gt;se&amp;nbsp; sair&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia, fico&amp;nbsp; com&amp;nbsp; asas&amp;nbsp; atrofiadas&lt;br /&gt;pelos&amp;nbsp; sonhos&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; serão&amp;nbsp; pisados...&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; lado&amp;nbsp; negro das&amp;nbsp; noites&amp;nbsp; escuras&lt;br /&gt;onde&amp;nbsp; posso&amp;nbsp; desbravar&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; mundo&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; esta&amp;nbsp; alem&amp;nbsp; da razão&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; limite imposto&lt;br /&gt;Vivi o&amp;nbsp; adiante&lt;br /&gt;Vivo&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Vivo os&amp;nbsp; dias&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; depois do&amp;nbsp; fim de&amp;nbsp; tudo&lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; sou&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; lugar&amp;nbsp; nenhum&lt;br /&gt;nem daqui&lt;br /&gt;nem&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; la&lt;br /&gt;criei&amp;nbsp; meu&amp;nbsp; lugar&lt;br /&gt;Uso&amp;nbsp; uma&amp;nbsp; mascara&lt;br /&gt;onde&amp;nbsp; mostro&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; sorriso&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; falso&lt;br /&gt;uma&amp;nbsp; falsa&amp;nbsp; alegria e&amp;nbsp; concordancia&lt;br /&gt;Escondo meu&amp;nbsp; verdadeiro&amp;nbsp; rosto&lt;br /&gt;coberto&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; chora&amp;nbsp; sentido&lt;br /&gt;pelo&amp;nbsp; mundo&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; vivo&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sou&amp;nbsp; obrigada a&amp;nbsp; viver.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-6647652782910149141?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/6647652782910149141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6647652782910149141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6647652782910149141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQJXwZX3494/TnneBnLba0I/AAAAAAAADOU/eSQvp3yrCxg/s72-c/Mascara-Tres-Expressoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1643010269678112268</id><published>2011-09-19T08:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T08:09:08.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhtpw7C2wKA/Tnch_ccnfII/AAAAAAAADN0/jf2y2fAXwdA/s1600/PSSARO%257E1.GIF" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhtpw7C2wKA/Tnch_ccnfII/AAAAAAAADN0/jf2y2fAXwdA/s1600/PSSARO%257E1.GIF" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poemas são&amp;nbsp; como&amp;nbsp; passaros.....&lt;br /&gt;migram de&amp;nbsp; mãos que&amp;nbsp; pingam&amp;nbsp; poesias&lt;br /&gt;e com&amp;nbsp; asas de&amp;nbsp; luz&lt;br /&gt;saem&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; voando&amp;nbsp; por&amp;nbsp; ai&lt;br /&gt;me&amp;nbsp; vejo as vezes&amp;nbsp; no&amp;nbsp; que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;outras&amp;nbsp; não........&lt;br /&gt;.ou&amp;nbsp; talvez, quem&amp;nbsp; sabe........&lt;br /&gt;elas&amp;nbsp; explodem&amp;nbsp; dentro&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;quando&amp;nbsp; não posso&amp;nbsp; falar&lt;br /&gt;então escrevo&amp;nbsp; poemas&lt;br /&gt;para&amp;nbsp; desabafar......&lt;br /&gt;so assim, consigo sair&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; mim.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhtpw7C2wKA/Tnch_ccnfII/AAAAAAAADN0/jf2y2fAXwdA/s1600/PSSARO%257E1.GIF" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhtpw7C2wKA/Tnch_ccnfII/AAAAAAAADN0/jf2y2fAXwdA/s1600/PSSARO%257E1.GIF" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi&amp;nbsp; com&amp;nbsp; alguem&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;br /&gt;a escrever&amp;nbsp; poesias&lt;br /&gt;Hoje&amp;nbsp; faço os&amp;nbsp; passaros&amp;nbsp; carregarem as&amp;nbsp; historias&lt;br /&gt;saindo em&amp;nbsp; voos&amp;nbsp; solitarios&lt;br /&gt;por ai afora..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aqui sou&amp;nbsp; eu&amp;nbsp; mesma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; mascaras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;escrevendo o&amp;nbsp; que vai&amp;nbsp; na&amp;nbsp; alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seja dor&amp;nbsp; ou&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apenas escrevendo poesias...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e esperando&amp;nbsp; que um&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;voltem&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; passaros para&amp;nbsp; mim..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trazendo&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; volta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quem&amp;nbsp; perdi&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhtpw7C2wKA/Tnch_ccnfII/AAAAAAAADN0/jf2y2fAXwdA/s1600/PSSARO%257E1.GIF" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhtpw7C2wKA/Tnch_ccnfII/AAAAAAAADN0/jf2y2fAXwdA/s1600/PSSARO%257E1.GIF" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-1643010269678112268?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1643010269678112268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/09/poemas-sao-como-passaros.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1643010269678112268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1643010269678112268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/09/poemas-sao-como-passaros.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhtpw7C2wKA/Tnch_ccnfII/AAAAAAAADN0/jf2y2fAXwdA/s72-c/PSSARO%257E1.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-4045025662111373523</id><published>2011-09-16T14:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T14:59:32.471-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IFagx12uuso/TnONCI8dKHI/AAAAAAAADNw/dtDzpNAciMw/s1600/SINO+DE+ALERTA-+APLICAR+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IFagx12uuso/TnONCI8dKHI/AAAAAAAADNw/dtDzpNAciMw/s400/SINO+DE+ALERTA-+APLICAR+7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;......ninguém me conhece como eu me conheço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;por trás dessa mascara de frieza e cinismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; existe alguém que sonha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; que sofre, que antes de mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; ama muito todas as pessoas que vivem comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; que me rodeiam,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;que tambem&amp;nbsp; me odeiam......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gosto infinitamente do faço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; nada me da mais prazer do que esse trabalho&amp;nbsp; executo tão bem!......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;com tanto prazer........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.sinto saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; muitas saudades de alguém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; e hoje...., muito mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; mais a vida tambem é perda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; e eu perdi para&amp;nbsp; a morte....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.Amo o mundo que vivo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;as historias que conheço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; as pessoas que confiam em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; gosto do perigo que corro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; gosto de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; e principalmente gosto de ser assim......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hoje aos &amp;nbsp; amigos um&amp;nbsp; recado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Obrigado pelos&amp;nbsp; abraços&amp;nbsp; nas&amp;nbsp; horas&amp;nbsp; difíceis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Obrigado por&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; aceitarem esses dois&amp;nbsp; mundos&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; escolhi.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Obrigado por viram aqui &amp;nbsp; todos&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; dias...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;porque aqui é&amp;nbsp; onde pingo não sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.......mais&amp;nbsp; poesia....... &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/3909906895923148812-4045025662111373523?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/4045025662111373523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4045025662111373523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4045025662111373523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IFagx12uuso/TnONCI8dKHI/AAAAAAAADNw/dtDzpNAciMw/s72-c/SINO+DE+ALERTA-+APLICAR+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1258279158882350797</id><published>2011-09-13T22:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:46:30.828-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para anonimo..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R52PqnEUUc0/TnACa6NMoWI/AAAAAAAADNU/ZFDzhdJWuYk/s1600/artlimited_img256556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R52PqnEUUc0/TnACa6NMoWI/AAAAAAAADNU/ZFDzhdJWuYk/s400/artlimited_img256556.jpg" width="400" /&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;Se um&amp;nbsp; dia pisamos tapetes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eles..... eram&amp;nbsp; tecidos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;com sonhos..planos...amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As pegadas que deixamos&lt;br /&gt;ficaram cravadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nas&amp;nbsp; areias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;daquela&amp;nbsp; praia&amp;nbsp; distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; azul do&amp;nbsp; mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;contrastava com&amp;nbsp; casas de&amp;nbsp; telhados&amp;nbsp; brancos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esses&amp;nbsp; sonhos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp; eram&amp;nbsp; tecidos com&amp;nbsp; linhas desfiadas da mentira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; sim,&amp;nbsp; costurados&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com&amp;nbsp; linhas&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; amor dentro&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; meu&amp;nbsp; coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os&amp;nbsp; dias&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; nunca&amp;nbsp; amanheceram&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as&amp;nbsp; noites&amp;nbsp; que nunca aconteceram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deram&amp;nbsp; errado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque&amp;nbsp; tive&amp;nbsp; medo desse&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...........hoje faço poemas&amp;nbsp; entre cortados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como nossas&amp;nbsp; vidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nosso&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;br /&gt; nossos&amp;nbsp; sonhos que&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; vingaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ate hoje&amp;nbsp; te amo&amp;nbsp; ainda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; tento&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; despir dessa saudade&amp;nbsp; infinita.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saia&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; anonimato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;volta&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp; vida..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-1258279158882350797?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1258279158882350797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-um-dia-pisamos-tapetes-eles-eram.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1258279158882350797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1258279158882350797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-um-dia-pisamos-tapetes-eles-eram.html' title='Para anonimo..........'/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R52PqnEUUc0/TnACa6NMoWI/AAAAAAAADNU/ZFDzhdJWuYk/s72-c/artlimited_img256556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-7583043000867846947</id><published>2011-08-28T15:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T15:35:25.942-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDSTKbY3sKY/TlqHeN3IKrI/AAAAAAAADK8/YFxjpU0kbnM/s1600/img254025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="337" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDSTKbY3sKY/TlqHeN3IKrI/AAAAAAAADK8/YFxjpU0kbnM/s400/img254025.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invento suas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;imaginando seu&amp;nbsp; toque em &amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;depois um&amp;nbsp; dia longo e cansativo.....&lt;br /&gt; Invento a rua que recebe teus passos de manhã.&lt;br /&gt;quando foge&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; sua&amp;nbsp; outra&amp;nbsp; vida....... &lt;br /&gt; Invento olhos percebendo o dia que começa.&lt;br /&gt;para&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; possa olhar os&amp;nbsp; sonhos &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;o dia é uma escada branca&lt;br /&gt; onde as pessoas penduram possibilidades:&lt;br /&gt; escolhas de chuva&lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;sol,&lt;br /&gt;vento....&lt;br /&gt;tempestades....&lt;br /&gt;metereologia dos sentidos.&lt;br /&gt; Há no peito garras que arranham,&lt;br /&gt;que fazem &amp;nbsp; as&amp;nbsp; feridas não&amp;nbsp; cicatrizarem &lt;br /&gt; rios de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;que não secam,&lt;br /&gt; buscas intermináveis.&lt;br /&gt;muita&amp;nbsp; saudade&lt;br /&gt;e....um&amp;nbsp; vazio imenso&lt;br /&gt;Invento tréguas para o que dói&lt;br /&gt; e dou ao tempo&lt;br /&gt; a chance de me ver forte ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Numa tapeçaria disforme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; construo personagens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bordados com&amp;nbsp; linhas de imaginação &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; seus lugares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; seus propósitos.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; quando acordo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; sou eu a inventada por eles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; donos absolutos da minha história.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dessa&amp;nbsp; historia&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; inventei &amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; mim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; que a&amp;nbsp; vida inventou&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/3909906895923148812-7583043000867846947?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7583043000867846947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/invento-suas-maos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7583043000867846947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7583043000867846947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/invento-suas-maos.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDSTKbY3sKY/TlqHeN3IKrI/AAAAAAAADK8/YFxjpU0kbnM/s72-c/img254025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-8696797160256326485</id><published>2011-08-28T07:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T07:29:58.544-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-diPr6D49bkY/TloYk7y9oGI/AAAAAAAADK4/3sp2ytfgnXQ/s1600/123.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-diPr6D49bkY/TloYk7y9oGI/AAAAAAAADK4/3sp2ytfgnXQ/s400/123.bmp" width="400" /&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;Rasgo as asas que me prendem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e me fazem anjo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;solto as amarras &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando escrevo minhas poesias &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sou emoção pura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nesses momentos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;entro no mundo de sonhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sonhos que me envolvem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e grito dentro desse meu silencio..... , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;silenciando esse mundo que vivo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde vivo a realidade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e não sonho...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nas palavras, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um gemido… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no olhar uma suplica… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;na pele o desejo… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e você em cada sentido, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em cada carícia e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em cada beijo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que aqui escrevo..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ausência que se enche de sua presença &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e entrego meu corpo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a saudade de um momento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;suspenso no tempo… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caminhos de fogo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;traçado ao som quente de seus lábios, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em rios que desaguaram num mar de paixão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solto o meu desejo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sigo minha vontade… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prendo você a mim… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mostro quem sou… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amo você nesse momento, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e deixo que a poesia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fale meus sentimentos.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-8696797160256326485?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/8696797160256326485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/rasgo-as-asas-que-me-prendem-e-me-fazem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8696797160256326485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8696797160256326485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/rasgo-as-asas-que-me-prendem-e-me-fazem.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-diPr6D49bkY/TloYk7y9oGI/AAAAAAAADK4/3sp2ytfgnXQ/s72-c/123.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-8899362542824694069</id><published>2011-08-26T07:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T07:59:00.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8IWFDu59Ys/Tld8MxMcODI/AAAAAAAADJg/CVtskz0Bgr8/s1600/r5FmJZ1svRnHvUVySfJG.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8IWFDu59Ys/Tld8MxMcODI/AAAAAAAADJg/CVtskz0Bgr8/s400/r5FmJZ1svRnHvUVySfJG.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hoje acordei envolta em&amp;nbsp; tristeza&lt;br /&gt;como se um&amp;nbsp; manto escuro&lt;br /&gt;caisse sobre&amp;nbsp; mim...&lt;br /&gt;não&amp;nbsp; queria sair desse quarto hoje&lt;br /&gt;queria&amp;nbsp; que o&amp;nbsp; mundo&amp;nbsp; la&amp;nbsp; fora&amp;nbsp; parasse&lt;br /&gt;e eu aqui dentro&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;me achasse...&lt;br /&gt;As&amp;nbsp; vezes quero fugir de tudo&lt;br /&gt;não suporto o&amp;nbsp; peso dos&amp;nbsp; dias&lt;br /&gt;das obrigações&lt;br /&gt;dos&amp;nbsp; deveres&lt;br /&gt;das&amp;nbsp; ordens&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; serem&amp;nbsp; cumpridas&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser uma borboleta&lt;br /&gt;sair de&amp;nbsp; dentro&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;em&amp;nbsp; nova&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;sumir para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;num&amp;nbsp; campo de&amp;nbsp; flores&amp;nbsp; azuis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-8899362542824694069?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/8899362542824694069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/hoje-acordei-envolta-em-tristeza-como.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8899362542824694069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8899362542824694069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/hoje-acordei-envolta-em-tristeza-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8IWFDu59Ys/Tld8MxMcODI/AAAAAAAADJg/CVtskz0Bgr8/s72-c/r5FmJZ1svRnHvUVySfJG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1199968868355974083</id><published>2011-08-22T08:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T08:56:58.885-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwfWUXHRZT4/TlJD4dw7_HI/AAAAAAAADJY/LFzzWTfuKK4/s1600/LindaMarie10_red_final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwfWUXHRZT4/TlJD4dw7_HI/AAAAAAAADJY/LFzzWTfuKK4/s400/LindaMarie10_red_final.jpg" width="387" /&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;Respiro&amp;nbsp; poesias....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;algumas&amp;nbsp; liberto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outras ...não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ficam tatuadas em&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;são sem&amp;nbsp; palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; rima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;infinitas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;inspiradas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;floreadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....sem&amp;nbsp; nexo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;misteriosas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...nunca transformadas em&amp;nbsp; versos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apenas tatuadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp; alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nesse silencio meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do&amp;nbsp; proibido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e do&amp;nbsp; concreto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e da&amp;nbsp; indiferença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...são poemas&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; eu faço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sobre&amp;nbsp; essa&amp;nbsp; amor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desencontrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tão...desejado&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/3909906895923148812-1199968868355974083?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1199968868355974083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/respiro-poesias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1199968868355974083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1199968868355974083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/respiro-poesias.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bwfWUXHRZT4/TlJD4dw7_HI/AAAAAAAADJY/LFzzWTfuKK4/s72-c/LindaMarie10_red_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-8110998285863788901</id><published>2011-08-22T00:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T00:50:51.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pobres&amp;nbsp; meninas...&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; amanhecem na&amp;nbsp; rua&lt;br /&gt;vendendo&amp;nbsp; ilusão&amp;nbsp; a noite......&lt;br /&gt;são&amp;nbsp; como bailarinas&lt;br /&gt;nessa&amp;nbsp; dança tão louca......&lt;br /&gt;vendem&amp;nbsp; seus corpos,&lt;br /&gt;para sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; não sentem&amp;nbsp; prazer&lt;br /&gt;é&amp;nbsp; como sair dele&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; morrer..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hVHat-ZK_UI/TlHRfEf1SXI/AAAAAAAADJU/MAtZpmOU-eE/s1600/bih2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hVHat-ZK_UI/TlHRfEf1SXI/AAAAAAAADJU/MAtZpmOU-eE/s400/bih2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São as meninas da&amp;nbsp; noite de Copacabana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pequenas&amp;nbsp; flores pisadas pela&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem&amp;nbsp; sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; futuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vivem&amp;nbsp; nas&amp;nbsp; calçadas............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;muitas são&amp;nbsp; mortas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;outras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sempre drogadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nas esquinas do&amp;nbsp; medo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;abandonadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pureza maculada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;difícil vida&amp;nbsp; fácil escolhida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;terminam presas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nesse labirinto&amp;nbsp; sem&amp;nbsp; saída...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feridas pela maldade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como&amp;nbsp; gado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para&amp;nbsp; sempre ...marcadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde estão&amp;nbsp; as&amp;nbsp; autoridades???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....dormindo&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; suas&amp;nbsp; camas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; imaculadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sobre Projetos encantados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;discutidos e proclamados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;olhem&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; as&amp;nbsp; flores&amp;nbsp; da noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;parem&amp;nbsp; as&amp;nbsp; mortes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cuidem&amp;nbsp; delas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;prostitutas crianças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;presa em&amp;nbsp; tristeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;cegas pela densa neblina da maldade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; cobre a&amp;nbsp; noite...essa&amp;nbsp; cidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pequenos anjos sofridos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;bonecas vivas desejadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Se fala&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; pedofilia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e elas&amp;nbsp; estão ai..... a&amp;nbsp; rivelia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mortas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;prostituídas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;drogadas.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;.para sempre perdidas&lt;br /&gt;nessa cidade encantada...&lt;br /&gt;crianças meninas&lt;br /&gt;perdidas nessa&amp;nbsp; noite de chuva,&lt;br /&gt;frio e&amp;nbsp; neblina.......&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;descartadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-8110998285863788901?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/8110998285863788901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/pobres-meninas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8110998285863788901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8110998285863788901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/pobres-meninas.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hVHat-ZK_UI/TlHRfEf1SXI/AAAAAAAADJU/MAtZpmOU-eE/s72-c/bih2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-774308468223941058</id><published>2011-08-19T15:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T15:56:12.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4nX5bBRXJs/Tk6w8vIZO9I/AAAAAAAADI8/RV-QP5eJkZk/s1600/distorted-dream_1100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4nX5bBRXJs/Tk6w8vIZO9I/AAAAAAAADI8/RV-QP5eJkZk/s400/distorted-dream_1100.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da minha janela&lt;br /&gt;vejo a&amp;nbsp; vida que&amp;nbsp; passa...&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;brinco&amp;nbsp; no meu carrocel de delírios&lt;br /&gt;com a poesia e a&amp;nbsp; fantasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meus&amp;nbsp; poemas são&amp;nbsp; escritos&amp;nbsp; no vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que passa....uivando nessa&amp;nbsp; solidão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Será&amp;nbsp; que um dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;enxergarás&amp;nbsp; minha alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; se esfumaça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;aqui dessa&amp;nbsp; janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;de onde&amp;nbsp; espreito a&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;entre sonhos&amp;nbsp; , poesias&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; miséria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp; tempo&amp;nbsp; também&amp;nbsp; brinca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;de acasos e ocasos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;quem sabe um dia&amp;nbsp; me envolva em&amp;nbsp; seus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e nesse caso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;eu&amp;nbsp; saia da janela e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;pela&amp;nbsp; porta entre&amp;nbsp; novamente na vida...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-774308468223941058?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/774308468223941058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/da-minha-janela-vejo-vida-que-passa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/774308468223941058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/774308468223941058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/da-minha-janela-vejo-vida-que-passa.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4nX5bBRXJs/Tk6w8vIZO9I/AAAAAAAADI8/RV-QP5eJkZk/s72-c/distorted-dream_1100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-5029915226730168651</id><published>2011-08-16T08:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T08:44:04.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bshSLAVmAYg/TkpX5oBV8_I/AAAAAAAADII/d71LJl67Lig/s1600/Casal-na-Chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bshSLAVmAYg/TkpX5oBV8_I/AAAAAAAADII/d71LJl67Lig/s320/Casal-na-Chuva.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...me&amp;nbsp; ama...como&amp;nbsp; te&amp;nbsp; amo&lt;br /&gt;esse amor intenso...feito de&amp;nbsp; pequenos momentos&lt;br /&gt;dessa distancia&amp;nbsp; infinita.........que nos martiriza,,,&lt;br /&gt;,,,,,me&amp;nbsp; ama como&amp;nbsp; te amo...&lt;br /&gt;afunda&amp;nbsp; agora nesse&amp;nbsp; nosso&amp;nbsp; silencio&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; trás com&amp;nbsp; ele&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; grito&amp;nbsp; mudo de dor&lt;br /&gt;nos&amp;nbsp; escondemos&amp;nbsp; tanto....&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; acabamos&amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; perdendo&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; nos&lt;br /&gt;onde&amp;nbsp; posso te&amp;nbsp; achar??.... responde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NiB6Tb1Hbfs/TkpXowT2tSI/AAAAAAAADIE/ei6CLkVmRJ4/s1600/artlimited_img252368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NiB6Tb1Hbfs/TkpXowT2tSI/AAAAAAAADIE/ei6CLkVmRJ4/s400/artlimited_img252368.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Te&amp;nbsp; quero no&amp;nbsp; silencio maldito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dessa&amp;nbsp; distancia criada&amp;nbsp; por&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;escrevo poemas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;deixo&amp;nbsp; aqui&amp;nbsp; pedaços&amp;nbsp; meus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;de&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp; alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;para que entendas definitivamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;....que&amp;nbsp; amo você&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; perdidamente......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-5029915226730168651?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/5029915226730168651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5029915226730168651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5029915226730168651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bshSLAVmAYg/TkpX5oBV8_I/AAAAAAAADII/d71LJl67Lig/s72-c/Casal-na-Chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1039331551129561500</id><published>2011-08-16T07:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T07:08:28.214-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gx1x2ej9GIo/TkpBTOIacZI/AAAAAAAADH8/h0YoqnspJfk/s1600/alicinamil_homens_flor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gx1x2ej9GIo/TkpBTOIacZI/AAAAAAAADH8/h0YoqnspJfk/s400/alicinamil_homens_flor.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei hj pensando&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; estava em&amp;nbsp; casa&lt;br /&gt;a sensação de&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; você estava aqui&lt;br /&gt;a morte&amp;nbsp; não separa&amp;nbsp; pessoas&lt;br /&gt;apenas distancia lentamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ainda lembro de&amp;nbsp; você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais n ão&amp;nbsp; de &amp;nbsp; sua&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; voz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ainda&amp;nbsp; lembro&amp;nbsp; dos nossos&amp;nbsp; momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; seu toque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fiquei&amp;nbsp; aqui pensando nesses&amp;nbsp; meses que passaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;quase&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;todo&amp;nbsp; passou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;menos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; ficou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;esse&amp;nbsp; vazio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;essa&amp;nbsp; incerteza do&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; vem pela&amp;nbsp; frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sobrevivo&lt;/div&gt;a cada&amp;nbsp; dia me&amp;nbsp; faço&amp;nbsp; mais&lt;br /&gt;e mais&amp;nbsp; forte&lt;br /&gt;procuro não&amp;nbsp; me prender&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; nada&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; as vezes paro&amp;nbsp; e choro&lt;br /&gt;Choro&amp;nbsp; por&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; fiquei&amp;nbsp; aqui perdida&amp;nbsp; nesse&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;br /&gt;como&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; outra&amp;nbsp; dimensão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aos&amp;nbsp; poucos&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; desfiz&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tudo&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; lembrasse&amp;nbsp; vc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fotos,&lt;br /&gt; livros&lt;br /&gt; cartas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mais aqui&amp;nbsp; dentro de&amp;nbsp; meu&amp;nbsp; coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;vc&amp;nbsp; ficou&amp;nbsp; tatuado para&amp;nbsp; sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;num&amp;nbsp; tempo&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; era meu&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; seu&lt;br /&gt;Falam que&amp;nbsp; tenho&amp;nbsp; que deixar&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp; partir&lt;br /&gt;sei&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; tenho&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; difícil&lt;br /&gt;Tenho&amp;nbsp; medo e apagar as&amp;nbsp; lembranças&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; se dissolvam&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; numa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; névoa&lt;br /&gt;como as&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; se dissolveram um&amp;nbsp; dias com&amp;nbsp; outras&amp;nbsp; pessoas&lt;br /&gt;.....que perdi&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que&amp;nbsp; começar&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; viver&amp;nbsp; novamente&lt;br /&gt;e sair de sua morte&lt;br /&gt;sou como&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; rio que&amp;nbsp; corre sem&amp;nbsp; chegar a&amp;nbsp; lugar&amp;nbsp; algum&lt;br /&gt;porque um&amp;nbsp; dia desaguei&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; você&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sigo apenas sem&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; importar com&amp;nbsp; nada&lt;br /&gt;não&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; importa&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; onde&amp;nbsp; vou&lt;br /&gt;apenas&amp;nbsp; sigo&lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; volta&amp;nbsp; no&amp;nbsp; tempo,&lt;br /&gt; nem&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; recomeça de&amp;nbsp; onde&amp;nbsp; parou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-1039331551129561500?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1039331551129561500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/acordei-hj-pensando-que-estava-em-casa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1039331551129561500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1039331551129561500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/acordei-hj-pensando-que-estava-em-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gx1x2ej9GIo/TkpBTOIacZI/AAAAAAAADH8/h0YoqnspJfk/s72-c/alicinamil_homens_flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-3551080132849633435</id><published>2011-08-15T08:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:24:36.261-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVx6nLk65Mc/TkkB0bWvqzI/AAAAAAAADGw/32AWyom_xsg/s1600/love+couple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVx6nLk65Mc/TkkB0bWvqzI/AAAAAAAADGw/32AWyom_xsg/s400/love+couple.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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;Meu bom dia ao teu dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sou agora sol nas tuas veias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o raio de luz que de ti arranquei na noite enquanto dormia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vagueio agora na imensidão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deste azul superior, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;infinito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tuas chagas escuras clareio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;suas dores em mim agora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;levarei, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no cosmos entregarei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como cometas em órbitas perdidas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;foram...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;caminhe por entre meus castelo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;assim flutuando nos  meus  sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nunca se perca  de  mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-3551080132849633435?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/3551080132849633435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/meu-bom-dia-ao-teu-dia-sou-agora-sol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3551080132849633435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3551080132849633435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/meu-bom-dia-ao-teu-dia-sou-agora-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVx6nLk65Mc/TkkB0bWvqzI/AAAAAAAADGw/32AWyom_xsg/s72-c/love+couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-7616720746093578154</id><published>2011-08-15T08:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:08:55.058-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kxy3PnxHzPs/Tkj-AXsUS8I/AAAAAAAADGo/W6eoRba_sYY/s1600/artlimited_img126880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="395" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kxy3PnxHzPs/Tkj-AXsUS8I/AAAAAAAADGo/W6eoRba_sYY/s400/artlimited_img126880.jpg" width="400" /&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;è aqui&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; vejo&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....crua...cruel....desumana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; aos poucos...desengana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deixando&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; lado....sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um dia&amp;nbsp; planejados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde&amp;nbsp; vão&amp;nbsp; essas&amp;nbsp; meninos abandonados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pelo&amp;nbsp; trafico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nas&amp;nbsp; vielas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sobrevivendo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem futuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; liderança.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp; olhar&amp;nbsp; vazio..na&amp;nbsp; espera&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um&amp;nbsp; dia acabam&amp;nbsp; mortos&amp;nbsp; em &amp;nbsp; alguma&amp;nbsp; calçada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca foram&amp;nbsp; crianças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aprenderam cedo.. a desesperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meninos crianças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;crianças&amp;nbsp; ...bandidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;abandonados pelo&amp;nbsp; trafico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se&amp;nbsp; sentem&amp;nbsp; perdidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde estão&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; projetos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dos&amp;nbsp; grandes&amp;nbsp; discursos ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eles são&amp;nbsp; simples&amp;nbsp; objetos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nesse&amp;nbsp; mundo&amp;nbsp; obscuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; futuro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De&amp;nbsp; que adianta&amp;nbsp; banir o&amp;nbsp; trafico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se os&amp;nbsp; filhos ficam&amp;nbsp; desamparados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De que&amp;nbsp; adiantam as&amp;nbsp; leis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se essas&amp;nbsp; crianças ficam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;abandonadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;largadas nas&amp;nbsp; vielas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ou&amp;nbsp; quem&amp;nbsp; sabe&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia presas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou mortas nas&amp;nbsp; calçadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chega de hipocrisia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é hora da&amp;nbsp; virada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; adianta&amp;nbsp; sufocar as&amp;nbsp; favelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é&amp;nbsp; preciso&amp;nbsp; consciência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;decência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para pensar que temos&amp;nbsp; problemas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não se&amp;nbsp; abandona assim simplesmente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hoje&amp;nbsp; são&amp;nbsp; crianças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amanha jovens delinquentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chega&amp;nbsp; de discursos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é&amp;nbsp; preciso&amp;nbsp; ação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;determinação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; principalmente.......amor no&amp;nbsp; coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixar de&amp;nbsp; lado&amp;nbsp; o preconceito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;agir&amp;nbsp; dentro&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; direito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;prometer e&amp;nbsp; cumprir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; parar de&amp;nbsp; mentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olhar o&amp;nbsp; futuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; instante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Querer&amp;nbsp; ajudar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não só&amp;nbsp; usar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para se&amp;nbsp; candidatar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;è&amp;nbsp; preciso&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; transparencia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vontade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anuência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma&amp;nbsp; coisa&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; certa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somos&amp;nbsp; reféns dessa&amp;nbsp; politica&amp;nbsp; incorreta.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os guetos são destruídos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e nos......isolados ate&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; infinito.....&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;/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;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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-7616720746093578154?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7616720746093578154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-aqui-que-vejo-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7616720746093578154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7616720746093578154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-aqui-que-vejo-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kxy3PnxHzPs/Tkj-AXsUS8I/AAAAAAAADGo/W6eoRba_sYY/s72-c/artlimited_img126880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-8903902919023699134</id><published>2011-08-10T08:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T08:10:18.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ppxd6WOj-_E/TkJl6birR4I/AAAAAAAADGA/MXsFIUdJGcI/s1600/_DSC0031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ppxd6WOj-_E/TkJl6birR4I/AAAAAAAADGA/MXsFIUdJGcI/s320/_DSC0031.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meus olhos não&amp;nbsp; vêem&lt;br /&gt;e nada escuto&lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; quero&amp;nbsp; saber&amp;nbsp; quem&amp;nbsp; são&lt;br /&gt;Apenas acredito&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia&amp;nbsp; mudarão&lt;br /&gt;ou&amp;nbsp; não...&lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; importo &lt;br /&gt;Acredito na vida e&lt;br /&gt;em&amp;nbsp; meus&amp;nbsp; sonhos&lt;br /&gt;e sempre no&amp;nbsp; amanhã &lt;br /&gt;Sou&amp;nbsp; feliz&amp;nbsp; aqui&lt;br /&gt;na&amp;nbsp; estrada de&amp;nbsp; pedra&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp; castelos&amp;nbsp; cinza&lt;br /&gt;onde tenho que&amp;nbsp; enfrentar&lt;br /&gt;meus&amp;nbsp; medos&amp;nbsp; escondidos&lt;br /&gt;porem sempre sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;porque&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; posso&amp;nbsp; chorar&lt;br /&gt;Atrevessei&amp;nbsp; essa&amp;nbsp; porta... e&amp;nbsp; não consigo&amp;nbsp; voltar&lt;br /&gt;vejo a vida&amp;nbsp; passando&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; eu observando&lt;br /&gt;aprendendo&amp;nbsp; lições&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; cada&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;br /&gt;sabendo&amp;nbsp; que somos&amp;nbsp; viajantes&lt;br /&gt;desses momentos&amp;nbsp; itinerantes&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a certeza que um&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;br /&gt;os castelos cairão&lt;br /&gt;e essa pouca&amp;nbsp; liberdade que&amp;nbsp; trago&lt;br /&gt;será&amp;nbsp; dado a&amp;nbsp; essa multidão&lt;br /&gt;Não quero voltar pela&amp;nbsp; porta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;fico nessa dimensão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Essa poesia estranha, so poucos&amp;nbsp; entendem )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-8903902919023699134?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/8903902919023699134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/meus-olhos-nao-veem-e-nada-escuto-nao.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8903902919023699134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8903902919023699134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/meus-olhos-nao-veem-e-nada-escuto-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ppxd6WOj-_E/TkJl6birR4I/AAAAAAAADGA/MXsFIUdJGcI/s72-c/_DSC0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-80399519793466824</id><published>2011-08-02T16:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T15:49:25.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s1092.photobucket.com/albums/i401/heelica/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iiii.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i401/heelica/iiii.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e se um&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;br /&gt;não aguentar mais&amp;nbsp; viver........me&amp;nbsp; faço borboleta&lt;br /&gt;e voo&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; vc.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adriana Martins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-80399519793466824?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/80399519793466824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/photobucket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/80399519793466824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/80399519793466824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-3004850189937475460</id><published>2011-08-01T01:09:00.029-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:59:05.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7Th3wuCVrs/TjYhS2VxlsI/AAAAAAAADFk/7SUhTdw1fOU/s1600/Ponte+do+trem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7Th3wuCVrs/TjYhS2VxlsI/AAAAAAAADFk/7SUhTdw1fOU/s400/Ponte+do+trem.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu aqui&lt;br /&gt;vendo&amp;nbsp; a vida&amp;nbsp; passando&amp;nbsp; por&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;como&amp;nbsp; esse rio Paraíba que&amp;nbsp; amo tanto...&lt;br /&gt;sentada aqui&amp;nbsp; na&amp;nbsp; ponte,&lt;br /&gt;olhando,&lt;br /&gt;observando&lt;br /&gt;a vida começando&lt;br /&gt;na cidade que&amp;nbsp; amanhece&lt;br /&gt;o céu se&amp;nbsp; cobrindo&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; fumaça&lt;br /&gt;pelas queimadas dos&amp;nbsp; canaviais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOXZxNE3pPY/TjYhHRuWLuI/AAAAAAAADFg/94nTHLatnNw/s1600/%25C3%258Dndice.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOXZxNE3pPY/TjYhHRuWLuI/AAAAAAAADFg/94nTHLatnNw/s400/%25C3%258Dndice.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As bicicletas parrando&amp;nbsp; pela&amp;nbsp; ponte&amp;nbsp; velha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;centenas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trabalhadores das&amp;nbsp; plantações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em&amp;nbsp; busca de&amp;nbsp; sustento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nesse&amp;nbsp; trabalho&amp;nbsp; escravo e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ignorados&amp;nbsp; pelas&amp;nbsp; autoridades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp; céu se&amp;nbsp; tingindo de&amp;nbsp; vermelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sol nascendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vidas&amp;nbsp; acontecendo&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/-v2_9GEPWPWU/TjYg9xvmrII/AAAAAAAADFc/MCrnU2-I6z4/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v2_9GEPWPWU/TjYg9xvmrII/AAAAAAAADFc/MCrnU2-I6z4/s400/images.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou em&amp;nbsp; Campos&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; Goytacazes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; eu&amp;nbsp; amo&amp;nbsp; tanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp; sei&amp;nbsp; o que&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; liga a essa cidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; tenho&amp;nbsp; alma cravada&amp;nbsp; aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ando&amp;nbsp; pelas&amp;nbsp; ruas desertas&amp;nbsp; ainda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bebendo&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; encanto do&amp;nbsp; lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vendo o&amp;nbsp; dia&amp;nbsp; amanhecendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a cidade&amp;nbsp; acordando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu&amp;nbsp; renascendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a cada&amp;nbsp; vez quer venho aqui......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.Gosto de&amp;nbsp; ficar&amp;nbsp; aqui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;na praça&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;olhando&amp;nbsp; a Igreja&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; S.Salvador,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde&amp;nbsp; santos barrocos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;contam a&amp;nbsp; historias dos anos dos engenho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosto quando&amp;nbsp; sopra&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; vento&amp;nbsp; nordeste &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;encrespando as aguas do meu&amp;nbsp; rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e asssanhando a cabeleira&amp;nbsp; verde dos&amp;nbsp; canaviais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trazendo&amp;nbsp; com&amp;nbsp; ele o&amp;nbsp; cheiro&amp;nbsp; da&amp;nbsp; terra&amp;nbsp; queimando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e dos&amp;nbsp; doces&amp;nbsp; daqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chuviscos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goiabadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;frutas em&amp;nbsp; calda grossa e&amp;nbsp; farta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre&amp;nbsp; volto aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se&amp;nbsp; pudesse&amp;nbsp; aqui&amp;nbsp; viveria como&amp;nbsp; sonhei&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; onde&amp;nbsp; encontro a&amp;nbsp; paz&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; procuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde sou&amp;nbsp; livre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Campos que&amp;nbsp; te&amp;nbsp; amo&amp;nbsp; tanto&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;div style="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/3909906895923148812-3004850189937475460?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/3004850189937475460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/eu-aqui-vendo-vida-passando-por-mim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3004850189937475460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3004850189937475460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/08/eu-aqui-vendo-vida-passando-por-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C7Th3wuCVrs/TjYhS2VxlsI/AAAAAAAADFk/7SUhTdw1fOU/s72-c/Ponte+do+trem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1737012855585192268</id><published>2011-07-25T16:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T16:36:03.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZauLdvKGSS4/Ti3FO6Nl1EI/AAAAAAAADFE/0SbtG-WRERg/s1600/espera3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZauLdvKGSS4/Ti3FO6Nl1EI/AAAAAAAADFE/0SbtG-WRERg/s400/espera3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...das poucas palavras, uma imensidão,&lt;br /&gt;dos longos minutos de silencio,&amp;nbsp;somente gritos ouço,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;das gargalhads nas praças vazias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um poema que nunca se acaba....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;das frases ditas nas linhas que vivemos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;assim fica....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soberano este sentimento, que inunda de dilemas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde estamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e pra onde vamos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cadê nosso tempo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coisa rara,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;nossas madrugadas nebulosas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sentir o sol acordar desejando nunca mais dormir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o amor realmente.....é&amp;nbsp; coisa&amp;nbsp; rara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-1737012855585192268?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1737012855585192268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1737012855585192268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1737012855585192268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_25.html' title='.'/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZauLdvKGSS4/Ti3FO6Nl1EI/AAAAAAAADFE/0SbtG-WRERg/s72-c/espera3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-6793364567045042899</id><published>2011-07-24T16:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:15:30.332-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UMSFgWwzsLU/TixuZy6QfhI/AAAAAAAADE4/tUDdMx0nXFE/s1600/1207030556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UMSFgWwzsLU/TixuZy6QfhI/AAAAAAAADE4/tUDdMx0nXFE/s400/1207030556.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ficar aqui ..........&lt;br /&gt;me deixar morrer lentamente&lt;br /&gt;como&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; sol&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; se põe nessa&amp;nbsp; tarde calma&lt;br /&gt;Olhar&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; mundo com&amp;nbsp; olhos&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; poeta&lt;br /&gt;onde&amp;nbsp; só&amp;nbsp; existe&lt;br /&gt;fantasias&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Deixar&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; pensamento&amp;nbsp; seguir&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; gaivota&amp;nbsp; solitária&lt;br /&gt;apenas planar&amp;nbsp; nessa&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;br /&gt;intensamente,,,, como&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; fosse o ultimo&amp;nbsp; voo&lt;br /&gt;o&amp;nbsp; ultimo instante&amp;nbsp; de vida&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; soltar&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; grito de&amp;nbsp; liberdade&lt;br /&gt;o&amp;nbsp; ultimo grito.......&lt;br /&gt;Depois&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; silencio.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2C2Av0GAjCI/Tixuvyy_qjI/AAAAAAAADE8/QRKh6oFGpxY/s1600/31002_im_grandet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2C2Av0GAjCI/Tixuvyy_qjI/AAAAAAAADE8/QRKh6oFGpxY/s400/31002_im_grandet.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; noite&amp;nbsp; caísse&amp;nbsp; rapidamente..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...e&amp;nbsp; ai... a&amp;nbsp; morte&amp;nbsp; súbita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para o&amp;nbsp; eterno&amp;nbsp; descanso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e para a&amp;nbsp; Liberdade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sonhada.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5UQzUjbczFs/Tixu_lGpl9I/AAAAAAAADFA/eqSLUNqtqno/s1600/Imagem+1713.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5UQzUjbczFs/Tixu_lGpl9I/AAAAAAAADFA/eqSLUNqtqno/s400/Imagem+1713.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3909906895923148812-6793364567045042899?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/6793364567045042899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/ficar-aqui.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6793364567045042899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6793364567045042899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/ficar-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UMSFgWwzsLU/TixuZy6QfhI/AAAAAAAADE4/tUDdMx0nXFE/s72-c/1207030556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-665131797941051624</id><published>2011-07-24T07:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T07:49:17.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KCfCfDkhxMs/Tiv4dbIFMRI/AAAAAAAADE0/cx5Vl89diJo/s1600/artlimited_img309445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KCfCfDkhxMs/Tiv4dbIFMRI/AAAAAAAADE0/cx5Vl89diJo/s400/artlimited_img309445.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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;Ventos&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; cantam&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deixando&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp; alma rasgada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;riscada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ouço o&amp;nbsp; murmúrio&amp;nbsp; triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de lamentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de amores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de dores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca prometi&amp;nbsp; nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre&amp;nbsp; fui&amp;nbsp; livre&amp;nbsp; andarilha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp; vento&amp;nbsp; sopra&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; meus&amp;nbsp; ouvidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vozes&amp;nbsp; loucas&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; desejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mal&amp;nbsp; resolvidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meus&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; seus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero&amp;nbsp; ir&amp;nbsp; embora&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me&amp;nbsp; perder&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em caminhos&amp;nbsp; diferentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solte&amp;nbsp; minhas&amp;nbsp; amarras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me&amp;nbsp; jogue&amp;nbsp; no&amp;nbsp; vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;contra o&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; deixe&amp;nbsp; solta nessa&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; quero&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; sua presença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em&amp;nbsp; minhas&amp;nbsp; noites&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; poesias&amp;nbsp; trancadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; quero&amp;nbsp; sentir&amp;nbsp; falta&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; amigo&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; amante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quero&amp;nbsp; ficar&amp;nbsp; distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desse amor&amp;nbsp; lapidado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em&amp;nbsp; poesias brilhantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; quero&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; sentir a&amp;nbsp; falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; silencio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;das&amp;nbsp; estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me&amp;nbsp; deixa&amp;nbsp; seguir&amp;nbsp; meu&amp;nbsp; destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; lobo&amp;nbsp; que vive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;caçando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;matando e&amp;nbsp; morrendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me&amp;nbsp; deixe&amp;nbsp; andar&amp;nbsp; na&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp; estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;carregada&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; fantasmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de lembranças&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me&amp;nbsp; deixe&amp;nbsp; ser&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; livre&amp;nbsp; novamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nos&amp;nbsp; caminhos&amp;nbsp; que percorri&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; sonhos&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; perdi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sou&amp;nbsp; andarilho errante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sempre distante..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cada vez&amp;nbsp; mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;distante....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-665131797941051624?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/665131797941051624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/ventos-que-cantam-para-mim-deixando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/665131797941051624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/665131797941051624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/ventos-que-cantam-para-mim-deixando.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KCfCfDkhxMs/Tiv4dbIFMRI/AAAAAAAADE0/cx5Vl89diJo/s72-c/artlimited_img309445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-7937036780141444600</id><published>2011-07-24T07:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T07:33:48.274-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7VUlYhKDgHQ/TivynS77D2I/AAAAAAAADEw/ukrerJnt-FY/s1600/olhar_ninja-3275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7VUlYhKDgHQ/TivynS77D2I/AAAAAAAADEw/ukrerJnt-FY/s400/olhar_ninja-3275.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje...um&amp;nbsp; reencontro..&lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; foi culpa&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp; ou&amp;nbsp; sua&lt;br /&gt;essa separação...&lt;br /&gt;foi a&amp;nbsp; vida.......&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos&amp;nbsp; ali&amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; olhando&lt;br /&gt;como&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; fossemos&amp;nbsp; dois&amp;nbsp; estranhos&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; amor&amp;nbsp; ainda&amp;nbsp; existe&lt;br /&gt;forte&lt;br /&gt;intenso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entre outros casos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e acasos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu me&amp;nbsp; escondo&amp;nbsp; desse&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e as vezes&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; acho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escolhemos&amp;nbsp; nossos&amp;nbsp; caminhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em direções contrarias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e o&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; ficou de&amp;nbsp; nos foi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apenas&amp;nbsp; simples&amp;nbsp; sombras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;perdidas nas nossas madrugadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de&amp;nbsp; amor&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; neblinas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;você&amp;nbsp; permanece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;como um&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;intacto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;protegido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lembrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;è&amp;nbsp; como se eu impedisse você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de&amp;nbsp; sair de mim&amp;nbsp; e partir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...e&amp;nbsp; nas madrugadas&amp;nbsp; insones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mergulho&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; afogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em&amp;nbsp; saudades&amp;nbsp; suas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hoje parecíamos&amp;nbsp; estranhos........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mais......ainda amo você.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e você a mim..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-7937036780141444600?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7937036780141444600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/hoje.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7937036780141444600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7937036780141444600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7VUlYhKDgHQ/TivynS77D2I/AAAAAAAADEw/ukrerJnt-FY/s72-c/olhar_ninja-3275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1692873617227622660</id><published>2011-07-24T06:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T06:52:00.698-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjj0216WcGg/TivqzXbQzqI/AAAAAAAADEk/fa2qsdm-c3M/s1600/img169002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjj0216WcGg/TivqzXbQzqI/AAAAAAAADEk/fa2qsdm-c3M/s400/img169002.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sempre&amp;nbsp; foi&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; tempo....que nos&amp;nbsp; separava&lt;br /&gt;hoje&amp;nbsp; guardo&amp;nbsp; os nossos&amp;nbsp; poucos&amp;nbsp; momentos &lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; ficaram no&amp;nbsp; vazio&lt;br /&gt;do sentimento&amp;nbsp; frio&lt;br /&gt;feito&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; nada&lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; éramos nada&lt;br /&gt;alem&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; nosso&amp;nbsp; silencio&lt;br /&gt;éramos&amp;nbsp; somente tempo......&lt;br /&gt;dentro&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; tempo.....&lt;br /&gt;Nos&amp;nbsp; abandonamos&lt;br /&gt;e perdemos os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;nos jogamos no&amp;nbsp; vento&lt;br /&gt;...foi ai&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; descobri&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; poesia&lt;br /&gt;assim&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; escrevo&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; te&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dizia&lt;br /&gt;por total falta de tempo e&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hn2x8aOBFgQ/TivrKeWZhMI/AAAAAAAADEo/fGX59Kdpyr4/s1600/artlimited_img107292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="398" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hn2x8aOBFgQ/TivrKeWZhMI/AAAAAAAADEo/fGX59Kdpyr4/s400/artlimited_img107292.jpg" width="400" /&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;Hoje só&amp;nbsp; sobrou&amp;nbsp; nosso&amp;nbsp; silencio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; entenda.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O amor é coisa rara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e a&amp;nbsp; gente nem&amp;nbsp; repara..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-1692873617227622660?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1692873617227622660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/sempre-foi-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1692873617227622660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1692873617227622660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/sempre-foi-o-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjj0216WcGg/TivqzXbQzqI/AAAAAAAADEk/fa2qsdm-c3M/s72-c/img169002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-932348432218482842</id><published>2011-07-22T01:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T01:14:44.688-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJ5cIgm0-W0/Tij5EDTtndI/AAAAAAAADEU/AEVewqF-p-Q/s1600/_DSC1027_red_small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJ5cIgm0-W0/Tij5EDTtndI/AAAAAAAADEU/AEVewqF-p-Q/s400/_DSC1027_red_small.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere nada de mim&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes nem eu sei quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Mas…&lt;br /&gt;eu não  posso esquecer  quem  sou  eu &lt;br /&gt;e  você quer fazer com que eu esqueça...&lt;br /&gt;e viva um novo amor…&lt;br /&gt;o seu amor.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não  quero me entregar…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não  consigo amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;você quer fazer com que esqueça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tudo o que sou  e  que  fiz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;temos historias  diferentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu  e  você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estradas  diferentes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mundos  diferentes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Não  entre no meu, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;iria sofrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e  pelo  muito  que  te  amo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;peço........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;foge de  mim........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-932348432218482842?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/932348432218482842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-espere-nada-de-mim-as-vezes-nem-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/932348432218482842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/932348432218482842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-espere-nada-de-mim-as-vezes-nem-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJ5cIgm0-W0/Tij5EDTtndI/AAAAAAAADEU/AEVewqF-p-Q/s72-c/_DSC1027_red_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-5769936060414230419</id><published>2011-07-17T22:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T22:55:34.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dszczvGJSKc/TiOR9PZoVLI/AAAAAAAADD4/_88hV0K6zMY/s1600/artlimited_img236149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dszczvGJSKc/TiOR9PZoVLI/AAAAAAAADD4/_88hV0K6zMY/s400/artlimited_img236149.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...voltei no vento,&lt;/div&gt;voltei em tempo,&lt;br /&gt; aqui estou....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;chuvendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; lagrimas em gotas,&lt;/div&gt;ardendo no coração,&lt;br /&gt;queimando os olhos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;voltei pra voce,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; te quero como quero&lt;/div&gt;voei em asas leves,&lt;div&gt; pra te beijar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abraçar....&lt;/div&gt;voltei em passos breves,&lt;br /&gt; no tempo que te prometi,&lt;br /&gt;me achei&amp;nbsp; novamente&lt;br /&gt;me perdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nos beijos que me destes,&lt;/div&gt;em todas as noites de&amp;nbsp; amor&amp;nbsp; louco&lt;br /&gt; que comigo esteve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;em todos os minutos que te amei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e a você me&amp;nbsp; dei.... &lt;/div&gt;me encontre sem duvidas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;em te querer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e querer te mais....&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;aqui estou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-orvSGJsV_4A/TiOSetI6QNI/AAAAAAAADD8/g4YWJjaN0rE/s1600/artlimited_img263750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-orvSGJsV_4A/TiOSetI6QNI/AAAAAAAADD8/g4YWJjaN0rE/s400/artlimited_img263750.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; sózinha&lt;br /&gt; esperando seu breve&lt;br /&gt; e eterno abraçar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seu doce sorriso, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sentado na frente da lua, &lt;br /&gt;daquela mesmo que nos iluminou em meio a mar,&lt;br /&gt;e nas&amp;nbsp; noites que&amp;nbsp; ficamos&amp;nbsp; juntos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.te amei entre estrelas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estrelas que me trouxe até voce,&lt;br /&gt;e aqui agora..&lt;br /&gt;..te espero&lt;br /&gt;,te quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;te amo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sempre, &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-5769936060414230419?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/5769936060414230419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5769936060414230419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5769936060414230419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dszczvGJSKc/TiOR9PZoVLI/AAAAAAAADD4/_88hV0K6zMY/s72-c/artlimited_img236149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-8246640617982369674</id><published>2011-07-17T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T10:25:34.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WIQZHet6PSU/TiLhNSKm8-I/AAAAAAAADDw/DXszCcVEZK4/s1600/5127436208_d2d0511289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WIQZHet6PSU/TiLhNSKm8-I/AAAAAAAADDw/DXszCcVEZK4/s400/5127436208_d2d0511289.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu&amp;nbsp; gavião&amp;nbsp; solitario&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; acorda&amp;nbsp; com&amp;nbsp; seus&amp;nbsp; gritos&amp;nbsp; tristes....&lt;br /&gt;nas&amp;nbsp; manhãs de neblinas......&lt;br /&gt;........somos&amp;nbsp; parecidos....&lt;br /&gt;somos&amp;nbsp; livres.........&lt;br /&gt;apenas plainamos&amp;nbsp; sobre a&amp;nbsp; vida...&lt;br /&gt;sem laços&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; prendam&lt;br /&gt;apenas o&amp;nbsp; espaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; infinitamente&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; nossa espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYy3WkEXLNg/TiLinFu5z6I/AAAAAAAADD0/7tznJkyRfn4/s1600/chorando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYy3WkEXLNg/TiLinFu5z6I/AAAAAAAADD0/7tznJkyRfn4/s400/chorando.jpg" width="400" /&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;...e cada &amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; sua&amp;nbsp; maneira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gritando&amp;nbsp; saudade.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-8246640617982369674?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/8246640617982369674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/meu-gaviao-solitario-que-me-acorda-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8246640617982369674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/8246640617982369674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/meu-gaviao-solitario-que-me-acorda-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WIQZHet6PSU/TiLhNSKm8-I/AAAAAAAADDw/DXszCcVEZK4/s72-c/5127436208_d2d0511289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-3153613637774277494</id><published>2011-07-13T16:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:21:20.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_U23abLzjg/Th3wAZDNfoI/AAAAAAAADDs/jX5GqO54G7I/s1600/teia_na_chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_U23abLzjg/Th3wAZDNfoI/AAAAAAAADDs/jX5GqO54G7I/s400/teia_na_chuva.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teias de&amp;nbsp; vento&lt;br /&gt;lagrimas de cristal&lt;br /&gt;feitas&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; saudades e&amp;nbsp; amores&amp;nbsp; perdidos&lt;br /&gt;partidas&lt;br /&gt;desencontros&lt;br /&gt;perdas&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;dor.......&lt;br /&gt;e...eu&amp;nbsp; aqui tecendo&amp;nbsp; essa&amp;nbsp; teia&lt;br /&gt;com &amp;nbsp; diamantes&amp;nbsp; salgados&lt;br /&gt;lagrimas do&amp;nbsp; fundo&amp;nbsp; de minha&amp;nbsp; alma&lt;br /&gt;vivendo a&amp;nbsp; cada&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;br /&gt;aprendendo&lt;br /&gt;renascendo &lt;br /&gt;.....por&amp;nbsp; aqui&amp;nbsp; morro a cada&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_U23abLzjg/Th3wAZDNfoI/AAAAAAAADDs/jX5GqO54G7I/s1600/teia_na_chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pela&amp;nbsp; ausencia&amp;nbsp; sua....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-3153613637774277494?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/3153613637774277494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/teias-de-vento-lagrimas-de-cristal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3153613637774277494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3153613637774277494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/teias-de-vento-lagrimas-de-cristal.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_U23abLzjg/Th3wAZDNfoI/AAAAAAAADDs/jX5GqO54G7I/s72-c/teia_na_chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-5716904912614269673</id><published>2011-07-13T16:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:12:14.997-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6g9orEjfeQ/Th3tJ9FTjkI/AAAAAAAADDo/s9M987BTS-k/s1600/artlimited_img301775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6g9orEjfeQ/Th3tJ9FTjkI/AAAAAAAADDo/s9M987BTS-k/s320/artlimited_img301775.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......não&amp;nbsp; sou&amp;nbsp; poeta&lt;br /&gt;apenas deixo&amp;nbsp; palavras&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; solto no&amp;nbsp; vento...&lt;br /&gt;não&amp;nbsp; são&amp;nbsp; palavras dificeis&lt;br /&gt;ou&amp;nbsp; complicadas de&amp;nbsp; entender....&lt;br /&gt;são simples...&lt;br /&gt;assim&amp;nbsp; como&amp;nbsp; eu&lt;br /&gt;são&amp;nbsp; sons do meu&amp;nbsp; silencio&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; transformo&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; poesias......&lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; sou&amp;nbsp; poeta..&lt;br /&gt;não sei&amp;nbsp; nem&amp;nbsp; gosto&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp; rimas&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; quadras&lt;br /&gt;apenas deixo&amp;nbsp; nascer.......derrepente&lt;br /&gt;as&amp;nbsp; vezes&amp;nbsp; são&amp;nbsp; coloridos&amp;nbsp; como&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; arco&amp;nbsp; iris&lt;br /&gt;outras....&lt;br /&gt;tristes&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; cinzentos&lt;br /&gt;como&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tardes de&amp;nbsp; neblina de&amp;nbsp; outono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; sou&amp;nbsp; poeta...e&amp;nbsp; nunca&amp;nbsp; serei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;apenas escrevo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sentidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sensações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;lagrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sorrisos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;porque&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; somente&amp;nbsp; assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;descubro dentro&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; amor tem muitas&amp;nbsp; definições&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mais..... um unico&amp;nbsp; sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...não&amp;nbsp; sou&amp;nbsp; poeta.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/3909906895923148812-5716904912614269673?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/5716904912614269673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_13.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5716904912614269673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5716904912614269673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6g9orEjfeQ/Th3tJ9FTjkI/AAAAAAAADDo/s9M987BTS-k/s72-c/artlimited_img301775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1319045968076791008</id><published>2011-07-11T15:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:07:04.575-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCmvZ7gdeHo/Ths7Bhx5kCI/AAAAAAAADDg/K3STKSgh-1c/s1600/artlimited_img291340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCmvZ7gdeHo/Ths7Bhx5kCI/AAAAAAAADDg/K3STKSgh-1c/s320/artlimited_img291340.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nada sei&amp;nbsp; alem&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; silencio que&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; fiz&lt;br /&gt;sou&amp;nbsp; vazio&lt;br /&gt;sou&amp;nbsp; saudade...&lt;br /&gt;é&amp;nbsp; nesse silencio&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; escuto&amp;nbsp; meus&amp;nbsp; sonhos&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;meus&amp;nbsp; sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;e me&amp;nbsp; perco de&amp;nbsp; mim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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;eu&amp;nbsp; sou&amp;nbsp; nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;è&amp;nbsp; aqui que&amp;nbsp; encontro&amp;nbsp; meu&amp;nbsp; lugar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meu&amp;nbsp; rumo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As vezes&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; perco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nos&amp;nbsp; esconderijos&amp;nbsp; dos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vazios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e me&amp;nbsp; submeto......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outras&amp;nbsp; vezes, passo&amp;nbsp; pór&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e me&amp;nbsp; deixo&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; traz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outras...me encontro&amp;nbsp; por&amp;nbsp; acaso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em&amp;nbsp; outros&amp;nbsp; silencios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;madrugadas&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; neblina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3nCG3z88P0/Ths61SfPv0I/AAAAAAAADDY/EE8x-SZ7SAk/s1600/artlimited_img306657.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T3nCG3z88P0/Ths61SfPv0I/AAAAAAAADDY/EE8x-SZ7SAk/s400/artlimited_img306657.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;escrevo poemas&amp;nbsp; que carrego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;como&amp;nbsp; historia que&amp;nbsp; poetizo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;devolvo&amp;nbsp; a cada&amp;nbsp; um&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;os&amp;nbsp; sentimentos&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; tento&amp;nbsp; esconder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;nessa&amp;nbsp; vida confusa...complicada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;como minhas&amp;nbsp; poesias.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-1319045968076791008?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1319045968076791008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/nada-sei-alem-do-silencio-que-me-fiz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1319045968076791008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1319045968076791008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/nada-sei-alem-do-silencio-que-me-fiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCmvZ7gdeHo/Ths7Bhx5kCI/AAAAAAAADDg/K3STKSgh-1c/s72-c/artlimited_img291340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1188874501364165717</id><published>2011-07-05T11:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:43:18.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRujvRU-DFw/ThMbe5mr7aI/AAAAAAAADBY/N7jsjh6BI1I/s1600/6996708_cyvZP.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRujvRU-DFw/ThMbe5mr7aI/AAAAAAAADBY/N7jsjh6BI1I/s400/6996708_cyvZP.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;....guardava&amp;nbsp; flores...&lt;br /&gt;entre&amp;nbsp; as&amp;nbsp; paginas&amp;nbsp; dos livros&lt;br /&gt;achando&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; quando&amp;nbsp; secassem&lt;br /&gt;seus&amp;nbsp; sonhos&amp;nbsp; se realizariam........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desenhava flores&lt;br /&gt;nas&amp;nbsp; aguas do rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e via&amp;nbsp; formas&lt;br /&gt;nas&amp;nbsp; nuvens&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; passavam.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Não é&amp;nbsp; louca.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;apenas&amp;nbsp; não gosta do&amp;nbsp; mundo&amp;nbsp; que vive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; .Quer sair.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; sabe que&amp;nbsp; morrera&amp;nbsp; nele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;.......um&amp;nbsp; dia......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWS-gR-RI-4/ThMbqsru49I/AAAAAAAADBc/FN-ugJuZ3gM/s1600/signature_1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FWS-gR-RI-4/ThMbqsru49I/AAAAAAAADBc/FN-ugJuZ3gM/s1600/signature_1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-1188874501364165717?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1188874501364165717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1188874501364165717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1188874501364165717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRujvRU-DFw/ThMbe5mr7aI/AAAAAAAADBY/N7jsjh6BI1I/s72-c/6996708_cyvZP.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-5394180764492824367</id><published>2011-07-04T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T13:02:21.157-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbai-hMhFtA/ThHi8sQy7zI/AAAAAAAADAs/tRnhzBshNmA/s1600/artlimited_img157149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbai-hMhFtA/ThHi8sQy7zI/AAAAAAAADAs/tRnhzBshNmA/s320/artlimited_img157149.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos fazem parte de minha vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como se estivessemos ligados espiritualmente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tão odiados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chorados&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cantados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunca&amp;nbsp; lembrados .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este é o meu lugar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não é apenas um lugar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é o lugar para onde sempre retorno,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sozinha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dia após dia,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pois muitos não gostam de lembrar que esse lugar existe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais ele esta cheio de vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e de esperanças,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de sonhos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de sofrimentos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de estórias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu retorno sempre,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pois aqui realmente encontrei a minha verdadeira vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e nunca me arrependi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aprendo a cada dia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando me agradecem pela ajuda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não sabem que eu é que agradeço......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por poder aprender muito mais&amp;nbsp; sobre&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me livrando&amp;nbsp; dos&amp;nbsp; preconceitos&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e encarando a vida como um desafio!!!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.Quando vejo e&amp;nbsp; escuto&amp;nbsp; historia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paro no tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um momento magico..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.derrepente ali eu imagino que ninguém que&amp;nbsp; conheço pode estar vivendo essa experiência, .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.me&amp;nbsp; perdi&amp;nbsp; do meu mundo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e&amp;nbsp; mergulhei num&amp;nbsp; outro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;diferente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais tenso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; denso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais vivido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; perigoso...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atravesso esses anos&amp;nbsp; como se estivesse em outra dimensão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um lugar&amp;nbsp; onde&amp;nbsp; a dor é tão&amp;nbsp; forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; quase&amp;nbsp; podemos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; toca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um&amp;nbsp; lugar onde no&amp;nbsp; meio de toda&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; miséria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ouvimos poesias..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.Tenho&amp;nbsp; historia,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;só minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; guardo com cuidado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vi e&amp;nbsp; vivi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e vivo....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Comecei caminhando na&amp;nbsp; estrada de pedras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;entre os castelos em&amp;nbsp; ruínas desse&amp;nbsp; reino&amp;nbsp; tão&amp;nbsp; maldito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;hoje caminho&amp;nbsp; na&amp;nbsp; mesma&amp;nbsp; estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ainda estão&amp;nbsp; la&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; castelos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp; mais em&amp;nbsp; ruínas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; eu...cavaleiro&amp;nbsp; andante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;andarilha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e nomade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sobrevivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;na&amp;nbsp; vida&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; escolhi&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;vivendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;entre&amp;nbsp; anjos&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; demonios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/3909906895923148812-5394180764492824367?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/5394180764492824367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/todos-fazem-parte-de-minha-vida-como-se.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5394180764492824367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5394180764492824367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/todos-fazem-parte-de-minha-vida-como-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mbai-hMhFtA/ThHi8sQy7zI/AAAAAAAADAs/tRnhzBshNmA/s72-c/artlimited_img157149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-3895520838609389637</id><published>2011-07-01T11:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T11:33:42.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TqRnVubLt9k/Tg3aI7wxG_I/AAAAAAAAC_M/3fZUkXPfbek/s1600/artlimited_img172923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TqRnVubLt9k/Tg3aI7wxG_I/AAAAAAAAC_M/3fZUkXPfbek/s400/artlimited_img172923.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu&amp;nbsp; aqui....&lt;br /&gt;dividida.....&lt;br /&gt;entre duas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vidas&lt;br /&gt;vendo&amp;nbsp; historias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXmDKa7vqCg/Tg3aK3iX_JI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/EWDbXql_9Ns/s1600/artlimited_img179873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXmDKa7vqCg/Tg3aK3iX_JI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/EWDbXql_9Ns/s400/artlimited_img179873.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;vivendo&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; morrendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;na&amp;nbsp; divisão de&amp;nbsp; vidas e&amp;nbsp; portas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;portas&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; atravesso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; não sei&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; retorno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ao&amp;nbsp; meu destino&amp;nbsp; incerto......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por&amp;nbsp; isso&amp;nbsp; coloco&amp;nbsp; nas&amp;nbsp; palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;os sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w15UlJhYNNY/Tg3am4SNwgI/AAAAAAAAC_U/ymPXTaCJPNs/s1600/artlimited_img289698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w15UlJhYNNY/Tg3am4SNwgI/AAAAAAAAC_U/ymPXTaCJPNs/s400/artlimited_img289698.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;que por&amp;nbsp; medo&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; falo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;passagem&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;fio&amp;nbsp; preso&amp;nbsp; no&amp;nbsp; vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fazer poesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;é&amp;nbsp; sair&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;do&amp;nbsp; esconderijo&amp;nbsp; secreto&amp;nbsp; da&amp;nbsp; alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; soltar o&amp;nbsp; grito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;silencio.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/3909906895923148812-3895520838609389637?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/3895520838609389637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3895520838609389637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3895520838609389637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TqRnVubLt9k/Tg3aI7wxG_I/AAAAAAAAC_M/3fZUkXPfbek/s72-c/artlimited_img172923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-6812369364846364274</id><published>2011-06-29T11:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T11:17:48.984-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1y2fHgV8oBI/Tg3W8L32dJI/AAAAAAAAC_I/BiFXWHiFdSU/s1600/morro+da+mangueira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1y2fHgV8oBI/Tg3W8L32dJI/AAAAAAAAC_I/BiFXWHiFdSU/s400/morro+da+mangueira.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;um manto&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; silencio cobriu&lt;br /&gt;becos&lt;br /&gt;vielas&lt;br /&gt;rua.....&lt;br /&gt;Apenas&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; medo&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;aprenção&lt;br /&gt;tensão&lt;br /&gt;Tinha&amp;nbsp; parado a&amp;nbsp; vida..&lt;br /&gt;Mangueira ocupada&lt;br /&gt;se&amp;nbsp; deixou&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tomar calada&lt;br /&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; tiro ou grito...&lt;br /&gt;Minha&amp;nbsp; verde rosa&amp;nbsp; querida&lt;br /&gt;berço&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; samba&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; aprendi&amp;nbsp; a amar nessa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;br /&gt;Que&amp;nbsp; seja&amp;nbsp; ocupada&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; olhada&lt;br /&gt;como&amp;nbsp; parte&amp;nbsp; dessa&amp;nbsp; cidade maravilhosa&lt;br /&gt;Cenario criado&amp;nbsp; pela&amp;nbsp; natureza&lt;br /&gt;onde&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; sol&amp;nbsp; nasce&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; banha&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; ouro&lt;br /&gt;esse&amp;nbsp; morro&amp;nbsp; verde&amp;nbsp; e rosa.....&lt;br /&gt;Que&amp;nbsp; hajam&amp;nbsp; melhoras....&lt;br /&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; demoras&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; entrem&amp;nbsp; Projetos..&lt;br /&gt;.honestos&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; diretos&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; criem&amp;nbsp; creches,&lt;br /&gt;empregos&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; acabe&amp;nbsp; esse&amp;nbsp; maldito&amp;nbsp; preconceito&lt;br /&gt;não&amp;nbsp; façam&amp;nbsp; dela&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; gueto........&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; saibam todos&amp;nbsp; voces&lt;br /&gt;ali&amp;nbsp; existe gente&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; trabalha,&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; estuda&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; batalha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não&amp;nbsp; ocupem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sitiem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ajudem,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estendam&amp;nbsp; as&amp;nbsp; mãos..... e&amp;nbsp; criem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um&amp;nbsp; mundo&amp;nbsp; novo tão&amp;nbsp; esperado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não oprimam.....&lt;br /&gt;Que&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; criem&amp;nbsp; guetos...nem&amp;nbsp; muros&lt;br /&gt;ou&amp;nbsp; barreira&lt;br /&gt;Que&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; usem&amp;nbsp; essa&amp;nbsp; gente como propaganda&lt;br /&gt;olhem&amp;nbsp; com&amp;nbsp; respeito deem&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; direitos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;esse&amp;nbsp; povo precisa&amp;nbsp; ser&amp;nbsp; amparado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;olhem&amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; olhos&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; vejam&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp; rejeitem..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.criem&amp;nbsp; alianças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mangueira&amp;nbsp; do amanhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;minha&amp;nbsp; verde&amp;nbsp; rosa&amp;nbsp; querida........&lt;br /&gt;que finalmente a&amp;nbsp; liberdade&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; igualdade&lt;br /&gt;sejam&amp;nbsp; reconhecidas de&amp;nbsp; verdade....&lt;br /&gt;Que&amp;nbsp; venha&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; Cidadania&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; acabe&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; preconceito&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; se acernda&amp;nbsp; uma&amp;nbsp; chama&amp;nbsp; verde&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; rosa no&amp;nbsp; peito&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp; quem luta&amp;nbsp; pelos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; direitos&lt;br /&gt;dessa gente verde&amp;nbsp; e rosa....&lt;br /&gt;e que se&amp;nbsp; entenda&amp;nbsp; em definitivo....&lt;br /&gt;essa&amp;nbsp; verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Preconceito&amp;nbsp; so&amp;nbsp; gera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;exclusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;desigualdade......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-6812369364846364274?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/6812369364846364274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6812369364846364274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6812369364846364274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1y2fHgV8oBI/Tg3W8L32dJI/AAAAAAAAC_I/BiFXWHiFdSU/s72-c/morro+da+mangueira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-641111644115793856</id><published>2011-06-29T10:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T10:07:32.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r5xCKCWBT4A/TgsjfA1tRLI/AAAAAAAAC8g/TgODzPcJCr8/s1600/Tristeza+despetalando+ao+vento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="377" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r5xCKCWBT4A/TgsjfA1tRLI/AAAAAAAAC8g/TgODzPcJCr8/s400/Tristeza+despetalando+ao+vento.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir-se no buraco escuro da vida&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;. Esbarrando ora no legal,&lt;br /&gt;ora na barbárie.&lt;br /&gt;seu&amp;nbsp; mundo&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; tinha&amp;nbsp; cor.......&lt;br /&gt;gritava,&lt;br /&gt;tentava sobreviver....sobrevida &lt;br /&gt;mesmo&amp;nbsp; assim se preocupava em&amp;nbsp; mudar&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; mundo&amp;nbsp; ao&amp;nbsp; seu&amp;nbsp; redor&lt;br /&gt;A revolução interna lhe tomava tanto tempo........&lt;br /&gt;esquecia dela&amp;nbsp; mesma..... &lt;br /&gt;. Esquecia de vigiar o buraco da janela.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o mundo tivesse lhe contado antes a sua inscrição&lt;br /&gt;. O desconforto de não saber onde encaixar&lt;br /&gt;não lhe era nada exclusivo nem original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Os tombos frequentes tinham que desaparecer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;chega&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; ver&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; morte tão&amp;nbsp; proxima...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mais.....derrepente.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A fumaça faz descortinar o seu desgosto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Abram,..... abram, vai começar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A banda vai sair da caixinha de música.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;É tempo de abrir a boca e engolir os raios de sol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;tudo&amp;nbsp; esta&amp;nbsp; mudando....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;é&amp;nbsp; tempo&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; novas,&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp; mudanças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;abra os&amp;nbsp; braços....&lt;br /&gt;dance com o Sol............&lt;br /&gt;viva!! &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/3909906895923148812-641111644115793856?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/641111644115793856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/06/descobrir-se-no-buraco-escuro-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/641111644115793856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/641111644115793856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/06/descobrir-se-no-buraco-escuro-da-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r5xCKCWBT4A/TgsjfA1tRLI/AAAAAAAAC8g/TgODzPcJCr8/s72-c/Tristeza+despetalando+ao+vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1935635126044173754</id><published>2011-06-27T10:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:40:29.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pgKzaFTSY6M/TgiIBdfXQBI/AAAAAAAAC8I/jRI4_VR_s2k/s1600/a+bailarina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pgKzaFTSY6M/TgiIBdfXQBI/AAAAAAAAC8I/jRI4_VR_s2k/s400/a+bailarina.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;A bailarina se impulsiona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; gira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; Os movimentos não são lineares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; Quebram-se no vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; Ela persiste nas linhas tortas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; Aperta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; contrai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; estica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; O limite do corpo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;O limite da alma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-INHwZUERmNY/TgiIDcveIOI/AAAAAAAAC8M/MoyQiQxooN0/s1600/bailarina_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-INHwZUERmNY/TgiIDcveIOI/AAAAAAAAC8M/MoyQiQxooN0/s400/bailarina_2.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;As estrelas cantam no seu ouvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; Ela grita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; O vazio permanece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; ela continua&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dançando&amp;nbsp; livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; para que continue a fazer castelos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt; a desenhar linhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;a sonhar&amp;nbsp; sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;a&amp;nbsp; se imaginar feliz.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; continuar&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; dançar pela&amp;nbsp; 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/3909906895923148812-1935635126044173754?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1935635126044173754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/06/bailarina-se-impulsiona-gira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1935635126044173754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1935635126044173754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/06/bailarina-se-impulsiona-gira.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pgKzaFTSY6M/TgiIBdfXQBI/AAAAAAAAC8I/jRI4_VR_s2k/s72-c/a+bailarina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1662451372246608512</id><published>2011-06-11T08:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T09:55:07.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyZIlQUf_KU/TfNkik9x3tI/AAAAAAAAC70/VhCDniH4zUc/s1600/artlimited_img252368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyZIlQUf_KU/TfNkik9x3tI/AAAAAAAAC70/VhCDniH4zUc/s400/artlimited_img252368.jpg" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sou névoa que demora a se desfazer,&lt;br /&gt;como as&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; das&amp;nbsp; manhã frias do&amp;nbsp; inverno.....&lt;br /&gt;sou um&amp;nbsp;caminho de areia batida, &lt;br /&gt;trilha&amp;nbsp; de seus&amp;nbsp; sonhos...e dos&amp;nbsp; meus&lt;br /&gt;acho importante esse dar-se sem fim,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;essa ternura,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;esse olhar que percebe minha alma no fundo dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;e sorri.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JqX2JT3ZDEg/TfNXX4WaqAI/AAAAAAAAC7s/7y7e-UEILFk/s1600/XTASE_%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JqX2JT3ZDEg/TfNXX4WaqAI/AAAAAAAAC7s/7y7e-UEILFk/s400/XTASE_%257E1.JPG" t8="true" width="285px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu te&amp;nbsp; aceito, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque&amp;nbsp; te&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;amo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tu me aceitas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;nós nos aceitamos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa é a conjugação que permite sempre&amp;nbsp; esse&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mesmo distante &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; feito de&amp;nbsp; algumas&amp;nbsp; horas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; momentos&amp;nbsp; intensos......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Nossas distâncias são menores à cada dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;à cada átimo de sensação de entrega,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de ser-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;desse&amp;nbsp; amor louco em&amp;nbsp; horas&amp;nbsp; roubadas........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ignoro o mundo e a estrelas, …. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sorrio diante das historias&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; contas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;sobre essa diferença entre seres humanos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mas o egoísmo me faz deixar tudo de lado para beber teu sorriso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;para entrar nos teus olhos de cor do ceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Trago para você estrelas mambembes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;a infinitude do universo é meu presente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;minha oferta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;O resto é apenas o resto........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mesmo estando com&amp;nbsp; outras&amp;nbsp; pessoas.....continuamos a viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;esse&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;br /&gt;sempre....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/3909906895923148812-1662451372246608512?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qyZIlQUf_KU/TfNkik9x3tI/AAAAAAAAC70/VhCDniH4zUc/s72-c/artlimited_img252368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-5155675965430421488</id><published>2011-06-11T04:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T04:48:50.972-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para  Carlos  Grion</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9o3ENcwLVak/TfMcN914JLI/AAAAAAAAC7g/J_oabEGwYhY/s1600/Bermuda+1+197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9o3ENcwLVak/TfMcN914JLI/AAAAAAAAC7g/J_oabEGwYhY/s400/Bermuda+1+197.jpg" t8="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Somos&amp;nbsp; apenas...silencios e&amp;nbsp; saudades&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp; tudo&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; não deixamos&amp;nbsp; existir&lt;br /&gt;Somos&amp;nbsp; distancia e&amp;nbsp; separação&lt;br /&gt;medos e anseios...&lt;br /&gt;....e derrepente&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp; volta para&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo&amp;nbsp; por&amp;nbsp; instantes é&amp;nbsp; como&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; esse amor&lt;br /&gt;se&amp;nbsp; tornasse&amp;nbsp; algo&amp;nbsp; encantado &lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; derrepente&amp;nbsp; explode e&amp;nbsp; transborda&lt;br /&gt;gritando&amp;nbsp; essa&amp;nbsp; paixão&amp;nbsp; louca&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; rende&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; prende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/-d_drNXhaXyQ/TfMdi-9Lp8I/AAAAAAAAC7k/qf8OoC4ATCg/s1600/DSC03160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d_drNXhaXyQ/TfMdi-9Lp8I/AAAAAAAAC7k/qf8OoC4ATCg/s320/DSC03160.JPG" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;E mesmo&amp;nbsp; nessa&amp;nbsp; distancia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;nesse&amp;nbsp; silencio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;a gente entende que esse&amp;nbsp; amor&amp;nbsp; tão raro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;precisa&amp;nbsp; viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e nunca&amp;nbsp; pode&amp;nbsp; morrer.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/3909906895923148812-5155675965430421488?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/5155675965430421488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/06/para-carlos-grion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5155675965430421488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/5155675965430421488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/06/para-carlos-grion.html' title='Para  Carlos  Grion'/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9o3ENcwLVak/TfMcN914JLI/AAAAAAAAC7g/J_oabEGwYhY/s72-c/Bermuda+1+197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-2172506446809778789</id><published>2011-06-10T12:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:12:41.024-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhzreYUIcUU/TfIsYMihtEI/AAAAAAAAC7U/EaKSZ3Ncu2s/s1600/artlimited_img202601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhzreYUIcUU/TfIsYMihtEI/AAAAAAAAC7U/EaKSZ3Ncu2s/s400/artlimited_img202601.jpg" t8="true" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Segui no caminho&lt;br /&gt;onde&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp; parou...&lt;br /&gt;Olhava sempre&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; tras&lt;br /&gt;em&amp;nbsp; pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;momentos&lt;br /&gt;instantes...sempre esperando&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; seguisse...&lt;br /&gt;ilusão&lt;br /&gt;não se&amp;nbsp; volta da morte&lt;br /&gt;é&amp;nbsp; uma&amp;nbsp; outra&amp;nbsp; estrada&lt;br /&gt;Você&amp;nbsp; segiu&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; so...eu&amp;nbsp; fiquei&lt;br /&gt;Sinto&amp;nbsp; infinitamente&amp;nbsp; sua&amp;nbsp; falta&lt;br /&gt;mais entendi que&amp;nbsp; tenho que&amp;nbsp; deixar&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp; partir...&lt;br /&gt;Lembro&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; todos&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; dias e vai ser sempre&amp;nbsp; assim...&lt;br /&gt;lembranças&amp;nbsp; boas.....nossos&amp;nbsp; momentos&lt;br /&gt;porque&amp;nbsp; não quero que&amp;nbsp; desapareça&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;br /&gt;Um&amp;nbsp; elo&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; rompeu...mais ainda esta&amp;nbsp; preso&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; essa&amp;nbsp; corrente&lt;br /&gt;porque&amp;nbsp; mesmo&amp;nbsp; na&amp;nbsp; morte&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; amor&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; morre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RxpdY0Z3GU0/TfIsb7d-NuI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/eZ3p-UDeUPM/s1600/artlimited_img220717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RxpdY0Z3GU0/TfIsb7d-NuI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/eZ3p-UDeUPM/s400/artlimited_img220717.jpg" t8="true" width="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sigo&amp;nbsp; nessa&amp;nbsp; vida, nesse&amp;nbsp; imenso&amp;nbsp; carrocel encantado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;que...gira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;rodopia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;enlouquece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ninguem&amp;nbsp; vive&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; vida&amp;nbsp; tanto&amp;nbsp; quanto eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QcyYSj-hj-M/TfIwEJRvVkI/AAAAAAAAC7c/oPMGc0pkffI/s1600/carousel-one-sixth-second_half.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QcyYSj-hj-M/TfIwEJRvVkI/AAAAAAAAC7c/oPMGc0pkffI/s400/carousel-one-sixth-second_half.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sua lembrança&amp;nbsp; esta&amp;nbsp; sempre&amp;nbsp; comigo.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-2172506446809778789?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/2172506446809778789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/06/segui-no-caminho-onde-voce-parou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-3927874930039215969</id><published>2011-06-10T10:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T10:06:08.248-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-StIe0VU07ZI/TfIWAItNiVI/AAAAAAAAC7M/AuvnNDwZFuA/s1600/artlimited_img266036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-StIe0VU07ZI/TfIWAItNiVI/AAAAAAAAC7M/AuvnNDwZFuA/s400/artlimited_img266036.jpg" t8="true" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Parei porque precisava, &lt;br /&gt;porque quiz… &lt;br /&gt;porque necessitava deste tempo&lt;br /&gt;para refletir, &lt;br /&gt;para ponderar&lt;br /&gt;para discorrer quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;quero voltar a mexer em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas agora não quero querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Preciso de pausa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não posso pensar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não posso cansar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas preciso esperar…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quero prender os momentos que aí vêm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;aqueles que eu quero que aconteçam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esses, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não podem escapar… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vou parar de me&amp;nbsp;esconder na esquina desta minha vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tornar em realidade da vida que desejo viver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.Estou em pausa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;mas estou aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;viva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Absorvo tudo o que vibra, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu não me atrevo a aproximar de nada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem de ninguém, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apenas vigio o que em redor de mim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;acontece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Não me permito sequer oscilar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Imóvel me quedo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;em hibernação, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;placidamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;eu mantenho-me aqui, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;estável, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;em constante mutação, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mas estável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mas renasçendo da pausa que eu agora tenho sido…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/-qDhdzNl9_wk/TfIWLMXm8tI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/vkG_7msCqpE/s1600/artlimited_img298845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qDhdzNl9_wk/TfIWLMXm8tI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/vkG_7msCqpE/s400/artlimited_img298845.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;voltando...novamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/3909906895923148812-3927874930039215969?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/3927874930039215969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/06/parei-porque-precisava-porque-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3927874930039215969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/3927874930039215969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/06/parei-porque-precisava-porque-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-StIe0VU07ZI/TfIWAItNiVI/AAAAAAAAC7M/AuvnNDwZFuA/s72-c/artlimited_img266036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-4342072891465020749</id><published>2011-06-01T01:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T01:08:33.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgKyHeuhOOA/TeW69IzDnGI/AAAAAAAAC7E/757CQpuyxTs/s1600/1241870358_amantes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgKyHeuhOOA/TeW69IzDnGI/AAAAAAAAC7E/757CQpuyxTs/s400/1241870358_amantes.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.......virás ao meu encontro para que me preenchas mais do amor que tenho por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso imaginar, &lt;br /&gt;só por imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Necessito da concreta sensação de aproximação&lt;br /&gt;Necessito da tua respiração &lt;br /&gt;dos meus sentidos na minha pele,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;à flor da minha pele.&lt;br /&gt;Porque não consigo amar-te sem te amar com todo o meu íntimo,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;com toda a minha essência.&lt;br /&gt;Assim,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;irei ao teu encontro,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;livre do orgulho &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;para que o que desejo ver concretizado dos meus sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;se materialize no contentamento &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;meu carinho,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;não tens de fazer nada, &lt;br /&gt;só receber…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-4342072891465020749?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/4342072891465020749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4342072891465020749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/4342072891465020749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgKyHeuhOOA/TeW69IzDnGI/AAAAAAAAC7E/757CQpuyxTs/s72-c/1241870358_amantes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-2973230745446727687</id><published>2011-05-31T15:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T01:16:14.845-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-dqRyiFWyE/TeW82lphljI/AAAAAAAAC7I/Az0hw2EV3B4/s1600/artlimited_img80372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-dqRyiFWyE/TeW82lphljI/AAAAAAAAC7I/Az0hw2EV3B4/s400/artlimited_img80372.jpg" t8="true" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Entendi um pouco&amp;nbsp; tarde&lt;br /&gt;que dançava em&amp;nbsp; compasso&amp;nbsp; errado&lt;br /&gt;Fui&amp;nbsp; audaciosa....confiei&lt;br /&gt;dançava mesmo sem&amp;nbsp; musica .....&lt;br /&gt;ouvia apenas o&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;br /&gt;Fiz&amp;nbsp; de parceiro o&amp;nbsp; tempo.....e esperei&lt;br /&gt;Esperei que&amp;nbsp; os passos que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp; me ensinou&lt;br /&gt;nos&amp;nbsp; fizessem dançar&amp;nbsp; juntos&lt;br /&gt;Dancei&amp;nbsp; só&lt;br /&gt;e sozinha&amp;nbsp; dancei...&lt;br /&gt;.Dançava&amp;nbsp; no&amp;nbsp; vento&lt;br /&gt;dançava no&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;br /&gt;no&amp;nbsp; tempo&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; ficou dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Se tivesse&amp;nbsp; escolha agora, &lt;br /&gt;dançaríamos diferente....&lt;br /&gt;nos&amp;nbsp; perdemos......&lt;br /&gt;.e a&amp;nbsp; dança continuou&amp;nbsp;..... sem&amp;nbsp; nos dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-2973230745446727687?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-dqRyiFWyE/TeW82lphljI/AAAAAAAAC7I/Az0hw2EV3B4/s72-c/artlimited_img80372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1159530325382001818</id><published>2011-05-25T18:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:24:01.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lJK08OEL7IU/Td1ymqKKwKI/AAAAAAAAC6s/FD1v800QXoM/s1600/mulher02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lJK08OEL7IU/Td1ymqKKwKI/AAAAAAAAC6s/FD1v800QXoM/s400/mulher02.jpg" t8="true" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Houve um&amp;nbsp; tempo....que&amp;nbsp; não chegou&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; perdeu por&amp;nbsp; ai... pelas esquinas&amp;nbsp; da&amp;nbsp; vida....&lt;br /&gt;As&amp;nbsp; vezes&amp;nbsp; paro para olhar meus&amp;nbsp; pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;como&amp;nbsp; uma&amp;nbsp; busca&amp;nbsp; interna&amp;nbsp; para saber onde&amp;nbsp; erramos&lt;br /&gt;As vezes fecho&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; olhos para poder escutar&lt;br /&gt;cada&amp;nbsp; parte de&amp;nbsp; mim....&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;acertar no&amp;nbsp; centro&amp;nbsp; da&amp;nbsp; dor&lt;br /&gt;desse tempo&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; vivi.........&lt;br /&gt;Nas vans tentativas de&amp;nbsp; ignorar&amp;nbsp; e esquecer&lt;br /&gt;me&amp;nbsp; quebrei&amp;nbsp; por dentro&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; hoje, meu olhar embaçado olha esse&amp;nbsp; tempo...&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/-ENb_aHTjEng/Td1ypbJ1DII/AAAAAAAAC6w/ls8qAN7ciBA/s1600/60753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ENb_aHTjEng/Td1ypbJ1DII/AAAAAAAAC6w/ls8qAN7ciBA/s400/60753.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;De&amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; dois resta esse&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;br /&gt;que transformei em&amp;nbsp; tatuagem gravada&amp;nbsp; a fogo&amp;nbsp; dentro&amp;nbsp; de mim&lt;br /&gt;e...&lt;br /&gt;nesse&amp;nbsp; nosso&amp;nbsp; silencio, gritos&amp;nbsp; desse amor&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; vivemos&lt;br /&gt;e resta essa&amp;nbsp; poesia, que&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; tem&amp;nbsp; magia&lt;br /&gt;só&lt;br /&gt;tem desespero&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; agonia........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-3145663682984828954</id><published>2011-05-24T16:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T16:27:11.738-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c1zgk5n6WaA/TdwFyVoQhPI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/_vrVIonNozM/s1600/yyyy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c1zgk5n6WaA/TdwFyVoQhPI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/_vrVIonNozM/s400/yyyy.jpg" t8="true" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.passagem....&lt;br /&gt;Como posso deixar partir&lt;br /&gt;as lembranças......&lt;br /&gt;os momentos......&lt;br /&gt;o riso e o choro...&lt;br /&gt;palavras&lt;br /&gt;olhares.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/-QBwpInNMEC4/TdwF0a9HmJI/AAAAAAAAC6c/3xHPXM2bnzY/s1600/y1psDxAkpyUDpdjWtOFMwMOwV2D-qMaC0q5J3fCmVyywBQwCHQkHElbNgXnLydRqcQDyyI7QGoidXI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QBwpInNMEC4/TdwF0a9HmJI/AAAAAAAAC6c/3xHPXM2bnzY/s400/y1psDxAkpyUDpdjWtOFMwMOwV2D-qMaC0q5J3fCmVyywBQwCHQkHElbNgXnLydRqcQDyyI7QGoidXI.jpg" t8="true" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Como posso perder você duas vezes....&lt;br /&gt;hoje me falaram que tenho que deixar&lt;br /&gt;você partir, porque esta morto&lt;br /&gt;que prendo você&lt;br /&gt;com minha saudade.........&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo deixar as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;se transformarem em neblina&lt;br /&gt;para mim não existe morte&lt;br /&gt;existe tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiquei...você partiu&lt;br /&gt;transpos a porta&lt;br /&gt;não quero que se feche&lt;br /&gt;quero ganhar esse tempo&lt;br /&gt;no tempo certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_cqF3lSDi5Y/TdwF891EcBI/AAAAAAAAC6g/bSJapJjH7_o/s1600/borboleta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_cqF3lSDi5Y/TdwF891EcBI/AAAAAAAAC6g/bSJapJjH7_o/s400/borboleta.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você se foi&lt;br /&gt;eu fiquei..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-3145663682984828954?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jEpKNsJRc3o/TdOlyMS5QrI/AAAAAAAAC6E/R6WII-LvMA0/s400/artlimited_img292989.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sol&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; lua juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por&amp;nbsp; momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como dois&amp;nbsp; amantes que foram&amp;nbsp; separados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;manhã&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; inverno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;frias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chuvosas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no&amp;nbsp; ceu&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; lua&amp;nbsp; ainda&amp;nbsp; permanece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;altiva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tentando&amp;nbsp; fugir&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; das&amp;nbsp; nuvens teimosas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; tentam fazer&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; com&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp; sol&amp;nbsp; surgindo derrepente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dentro&amp;nbsp; da&amp;nbsp; manha&amp;nbsp; fria&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; cinza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;colorindo&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; céu&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; vermelho&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; fogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e derrepente...os&amp;nbsp; dois&amp;nbsp; juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fragmentos&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; momentos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como&amp;nbsp; uma&amp;nbsp; historia&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; amor&amp;nbsp; proibido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As&amp;nbsp; vezes&amp;nbsp; vejo&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com&amp;nbsp; olhos&amp;nbsp; de caledoscopio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;misturo&amp;nbsp; realidade&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sou&amp;nbsp; rainha nesse&amp;nbsp; mundo encantado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde&amp;nbsp; vejo&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; quero&amp;nbsp; ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;crio&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; historias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e por&amp;nbsp; momentos&amp;nbsp; sou&amp;nbsp; feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Retiro&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; mascara&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; uso&amp;nbsp; fora daqui &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e cega&amp;nbsp; meus&amp;nbsp; sonhos e&amp;nbsp; fantasias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por&amp;nbsp; instantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;gosto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;muito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sonhar.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-1986713993015649107?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1986713993015649107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/05/sol-e-lua-juntos-por-momentos-como-dois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1986713993015649107'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-4017188439883759386</id><published>2011-05-17T22:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T22:13:27.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GZk1dtiAajU/TdMdHnC4R3I/AAAAAAAAC6A/LpPDBTzjMDc/s1600/A_mujer_desnuda_cuento_mi_propio_cuentonm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GZk1dtiAajU/TdMdHnC4R3I/AAAAAAAAC6A/LpPDBTzjMDc/s400/A_mujer_desnuda_cuento_mi_propio_cuentonm.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amanheceu chuva........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como uma cortina expessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;encobrindo montanhas e ruas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o mar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;batendo pesado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o vento forte tras areia junto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu aqui observando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fecho os olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;perco a hora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tenho esses momentos.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ha tanta coisa a serem vividas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para serem faladas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estão todas aqui....guardadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como sonhos mal sonhados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não realizados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so desejados..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho que&amp;nbsp;meperdidemim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por não ter entrado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;na fila dos finais felizes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dos sonhos realizados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3909906895923148812-4017188439883759386?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/4017188439883759386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;ele esta chegando... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo fica assim , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;solitário, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vazio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O azul do mar fica mais intenso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;o vento mais frio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por um longo tempo não verei mais o pôr do sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas ganho um presente... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O céu mais estrelado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as&amp;nbsp; noites frias, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E toda a solidão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e o vazio se perde, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;diante deste esperado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E junto com o&amp;nbsp;inverno vem as lembranças...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de um tempo que está parado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dentro de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;congelado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde guardo&amp;nbsp; saudade que&amp;nbsp; sinto&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; você.....&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-8424769719049782718?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fN7ordK81sI/TdKx_HyPlzI/AAAAAAAAC58/ltQX4Ct--e8/s72-c/artlimited_img283882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-5313679605461643150</id><published>2011-05-17T13:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:03:53.487-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaPwm7MCt9U/TdKlkFkPHrI/AAAAAAAAC54/42GOelCsaCY/s1600/39e71cc86896fcd246e1c8d5ae8de9f3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" 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passem&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dias e&amp;nbsp; meses e&amp;nbsp; anos&lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; dentro&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp; permaneço&lt;br /&gt;e você&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;Por&amp;nbsp; isso&amp;nbsp; espero&amp;nbsp; esse&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; instante&lt;br /&gt;porque o&amp;nbsp; longe&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; existe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; um dia você não&amp;nbsp; tenha acordado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp; tenha&amp;nbsp; dormido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp; tenha&amp;nbsp; sonhado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp; tenha&amp;nbsp; feito&amp;nbsp; poemas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sei&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; esse&amp;nbsp; amor&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp; imenso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feito&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; renuncias e&amp;nbsp; despedidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; fazemos&amp;nbsp; amor com&amp;nbsp; outras&amp;nbsp; pessoas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.pensando apenas&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nos...&amp;nbsp; dois.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3909906895923148812-5313679605461643150?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/5313679605461643150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/05/deixei.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-4716077877261896172</id><published>2011-05-08T11:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T11:29:14.107-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para R.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LhAYebl6kRM/TcaoDVobjrI/AAAAAAAAC4A/WaAOgBsU2uU/s1600/166103_185233918153600_100000009793541_713103_7815067_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LhAYebl6kRM/TcaoDVobjrI/AAAAAAAAC4A/WaAOgBsU2uU/s400/166103_185233918153600_100000009793541_713103_7815067_n.jpg" width="293px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gostaria......&lt;br /&gt;de&amp;nbsp; abraçar&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp; nas&amp;nbsp; minhas&amp;nbsp; manhãs&amp;nbsp; tranquilas&lt;br /&gt;sem&amp;nbsp; medo&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; amar&amp;nbsp; intensamente&lt;br /&gt;numa&amp;nbsp; entrega&amp;nbsp; total, sem&amp;nbsp; medo.....&lt;br /&gt;sem limites&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; sentimentos....&lt;br /&gt;Como&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; encontrasse&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; lugar&amp;nbsp; seguro&lt;br /&gt;um&amp;nbsp; mundo&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; conheço.&lt;br /&gt;Deixar&amp;nbsp; você&amp;nbsp; entrar&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;por&amp;nbsp; caminhos&amp;nbsp; jamais&amp;nbsp; pisados&lt;br /&gt;descobrir&amp;nbsp; meus&amp;nbsp; segredos&amp;nbsp; guardados&lt;br /&gt;meu&amp;nbsp; infinio&amp;nbsp; interno...&lt;br /&gt;Quero&amp;nbsp; dar&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; você&lt;br /&gt;meu&amp;nbsp; medo&lt;br /&gt;minha&amp;nbsp; dor&lt;br /&gt;meus&amp;nbsp; sonhos&lt;br /&gt;e amor...&lt;br /&gt;Quero&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sua&amp;nbsp; mão&amp;nbsp; mansamente presa&amp;nbsp; a minha&lt;br /&gt;quero caricias&lt;br /&gt;olhares&amp;nbsp; cumplices&lt;br /&gt;beijos&lt;br /&gt;sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; tudo que&amp;nbsp; possa&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; tornas um&amp;nbsp; ela&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; una&amp;nbsp; no&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;br /&gt;ou&amp;nbsp; quem&amp;nbsp; sabe&amp;nbsp; na&amp;nbsp; amizade&lt;br /&gt;Que esse&amp;nbsp; sentimento&amp;nbsp; seja&amp;nbsp; como&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; vento&amp;nbsp; forte&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; chegue&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; virar e&amp;nbsp; revirar&amp;nbsp; vidas&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; mude falas&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;vidas.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-4716077877261896172?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/4716077877261896172/comments/default' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k75IP95jFx0/Tb1KtbAYSLI/AAAAAAAAC3s/fK3EYeF1eMQ/s400/artlimited_img234040.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranhos&amp;nbsp; caminhos me&amp;nbsp; levam&amp;nbsp; as&amp;nbsp; pessoas&lt;br /&gt;A vida&amp;nbsp; é&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; circulo&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; fecha &lt;br /&gt;juntando&amp;nbsp; pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;momentos&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;historias &lt;br /&gt;eternidades&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a vida&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; repete&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; transforma &lt;br /&gt;As&amp;nbsp; vezes queria falar&amp;nbsp; sobre&amp;nbsp; as&amp;nbsp; pessoas&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; conheço&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;e sobre&amp;nbsp; suas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; historias&lt;br /&gt;são&amp;nbsp;tantas..... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;esbarro no&amp;nbsp; bom&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; no&amp;nbsp; barbárie sempre&lt;br /&gt;abro&amp;nbsp; paginas&amp;nbsp; como&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; fosse&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; livro &lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; leio&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; todos&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; dias&lt;br /&gt;Meu&amp;nbsp; mundo&amp;nbsp; vai&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; cinza&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;ao&amp;nbsp; colorido facetado&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; arco&amp;nbsp; íris&lt;br /&gt;uma revolução interna que&amp;nbsp; muda sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;preconceitos &lt;br /&gt;pré&amp;nbsp; condicionamentos&lt;br /&gt;è&amp;nbsp; como&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; mundo&amp;nbsp; contasse&amp;nbsp; sua&amp;nbsp; historia&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;como&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; abrisse&amp;nbsp; uma&amp;nbsp; janela em&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;br /&gt;para&amp;nbsp; deixar&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a própria&amp;nbsp; vida entrar&lt;br /&gt;e...&lt;br /&gt;entram sem&amp;nbsp; pedir&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;transformando&amp;nbsp; meus&amp;nbsp; dias&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; aprendizado&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;escolhas&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; trazendo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; muito&amp;nbsp; amor&lt;br /&gt;Antes&amp;nbsp; não sabia&amp;nbsp; onde&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; encaixava &lt;br /&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; hoje&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; deixo&amp;nbsp; levar &lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; sigo&amp;nbsp; caminhando&lt;br /&gt;,e&amp;nbsp;não me&amp;nbsp;escondo&amp;nbsp; mais...&lt;br /&gt;me&amp;nbsp; deixo&amp;nbsp; encantar porque&amp;nbsp; sou&amp;nbsp; encantada&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Preciso&amp;nbsp; continuar&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; construir&amp;nbsp; castelos&lt;br /&gt;sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;desenhar&amp;nbsp; linhas&lt;br /&gt;ajudar&amp;nbsp; pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;se&amp;nbsp; possível...&lt;br /&gt;mudar&amp;nbsp; vidas&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;e sempre&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp; sempre&amp;nbsp; mais&lt;br /&gt;ir&amp;nbsp; alem&amp;nbsp; do&amp;nbsp; limite&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp; minha&amp;nbsp; vida.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-1331659288208514427?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1331659288208514427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/05/estranhos-caminhos-me-levam-as-pessoas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1331659288208514427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1331659288208514427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/05/estranhos-caminhos-me-levam-as-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k75IP95jFx0/Tb1KtbAYSLI/AAAAAAAAC3s/fK3EYeF1eMQ/s72-c/artlimited_img234040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1433517550787347344</id><published>2011-05-01T08:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T08:15:11.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/-rf4D8Yf2V6k/Tb1Akp_kc8I/AAAAAAAAC3g/KxLgHRSyg3s/s1600/mulher+%2528524%2529iiiiiiiii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rf4D8Yf2V6k/Tb1Akp_kc8I/AAAAAAAAC3g/KxLgHRSyg3s/s400/mulher+%2528524%2529iiiiiiiii.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Agora fico&amp;nbsp; nesse&amp;nbsp; silencio&lt;br /&gt;que&amp;nbsp; sustento&amp;nbsp; dom&amp;nbsp; minhas&amp;nbsp; poesias&lt;br /&gt;porque&amp;nbsp; só&amp;nbsp; assim me&amp;nbsp; liberto&lt;br /&gt;traduzindo&amp;nbsp; a dor&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp; saudade&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;através&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dessa&amp;nbsp; escuridão&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; cada&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;br /&gt;me&amp;nbsp; apoio&amp;nbsp; na&amp;nbsp; poesia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..porque&amp;nbsp; sei&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; somente&amp;nbsp; assim&amp;nbsp; chego&amp;nbsp; ate&amp;nbsp; você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nessa distância&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; nessas&amp;nbsp; escolhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; criamos&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; nos.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-1433517550787347344?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/1433517550787347344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/05/agora-fico-nesse-silencio-que-sustento.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1433517550787347344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/1433517550787347344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/05/agora-fico-nesse-silencio-que-sustento.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rf4D8Yf2V6k/Tb1Akp_kc8I/AAAAAAAAC3g/KxLgHRSyg3s/s72-c/mulher+%2528524%2529iiiiiiiii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-6983758398899580320</id><published>2011-04-27T06:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T06:53:17.684-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_aMCaZMGUfc/TbfnYbuCtFI/AAAAAAAAC3U/Fqb_TVakOuk/s1600/artlimited_img162495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_aMCaZMGUfc/TbfnYbuCtFI/AAAAAAAAC3U/Fqb_TVakOuk/s400/artlimited_img162495.jpg" width="400px" /&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mesmo&amp;nbsp; nesse&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; silencio&amp;nbsp; forçado&lt;br /&gt;consigo&amp;nbsp; ouvir&amp;nbsp; você&lt;br /&gt;acada&amp;nbsp; dia&amp;nbsp; sinto&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; mais&amp;nbsp;essa&amp;nbsp; distancia&lt;br /&gt;Renasço a&amp;nbsp; cada&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;br /&gt;a cada&amp;nbsp; momento&lt;br /&gt;não&amp;nbsp; olho para&amp;nbsp; tras&lt;br /&gt;não&amp;nbsp; trago bagagem&lt;br /&gt;vivo&amp;nbsp; cada&amp;nbsp; momento....apenas&lt;br /&gt;Junto&amp;nbsp; todos&amp;nbsp; os&amp;nbsp; dias&lt;br /&gt;pedaços meus&amp;nbsp; caidos&amp;nbsp; por&amp;nbsp; ai....&lt;br /&gt;reconstruo sempre&lt;br /&gt;sempre&lt;br /&gt;sempre.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assim&amp;nbsp; posso&amp;nbsp; renascer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nesse&amp;nbsp; eterrno reconstruir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque&amp;nbsp; assim&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; deixo&amp;nbsp; morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e esperar você&amp;nbsp; voltar&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; mim.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-6983758398899580320?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/6983758398899580320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/04/mesmo-nesse-silencio-forcado-consigo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/6983758398899580320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;respiro&amp;nbsp; através&amp;nbsp; da poesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; surgem&amp;nbsp; como&amp;nbsp; sopros&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as vezes chovo&amp;nbsp; saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;molho&amp;nbsp; meus&amp;nbsp; poemas com&amp;nbsp; a tristeza&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; sua&amp;nbsp; partida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotejam&amp;nbsp; tristeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;transbordam de amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morro&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; cada&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; meus gritos&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; silencio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e continuo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nessa&amp;nbsp; calmaria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desse inferno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; você...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-555297280925649234?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/555297280925649234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/04/vestida-de-saudade-respiro-atraves-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/555297280925649234'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-7382312853464335554</id><published>2011-04-23T22:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:30:30.397-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8fpgGSLGb8U/TbN8_qfTEZI/AAAAAAAAC28/K9yHPyjcG8o/s1600/artlimited_img126774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8fpgGSLGb8U/TbN8_qfTEZI/AAAAAAAAC28/K9yHPyjcG8o/s400/artlimited_img126774.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;pudesse eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;acordar nas madrugadas com você ao meu lado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sentar a beira de uma lago em fim de tarde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;de mãos dadas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;correr sem precisar chegar a lugar nenhum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;de barriga no chão ficar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;brincando de criança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pudesse eu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;deitar nas areias quentes de uma praia deserta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ali mesmo derreter de amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sufocar esta dor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;quisesse você, me abraçar entre estrelas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;navegar brincando de esconder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;escondendo suas tristezas em minhas alegrias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;venha você, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;venha brincar de viver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;antes que contem ate dez,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e tudo se acabe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;quero eu...quero você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sem que ninguém saiba,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;acordar no meio dia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;bêbados de amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sabendo que tudo se foi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;todos não chegaram, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;porque a festa acabou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dance comigo agora, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;musica lenta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;porque soam tambores, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sopram cornetas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;queria eu...que estes tambores não fossem meu coração,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;que cornetas só anunciassem minha paixão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;é a musica que toca agora, que me toca pra fora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;que ainda não posso entrar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;que eu espere la fora, que eu fique brincando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ate que a lua vá embora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;pudesse eu te acordar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e em teu sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;eu sonhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;acreditasse você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;que se digo o que disse, fosse mentira pra mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;pra que não sofresse, e ainda não morresse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;que na eternidade da vida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;o que vale é a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;seja você pra mim, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;vida!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-7382312853464335554?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/7382312853464335554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/04/pudesse-eu.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7382312853464335554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/7382312853464335554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/04/pudesse-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8fpgGSLGb8U/TbN8_qfTEZI/AAAAAAAAC28/K9yHPyjcG8o/s72-c/artlimited_img126774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-2889931197138919090</id><published>2011-04-23T21:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:56:59.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B43t2nKt5LA/TbN1Hm4IiDI/AAAAAAAAC24/1A9JKr9O8GQ/s1600/artlimited_img217169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B43t2nKt5LA/TbN1Hm4IiDI/AAAAAAAAC24/1A9JKr9O8GQ/s400/artlimited_img217169.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Perdi você&lt;br /&gt;nas&amp;nbsp; madrugadas&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; neblina&lt;br /&gt;no&amp;nbsp; silencio escrito&lt;br /&gt;em&amp;nbsp; lágrimas&amp;nbsp; perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Deixo&amp;nbsp; ficar&amp;nbsp; em&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;br /&gt;meus&amp;nbsp; abandonos&amp;nbsp; secretos&lt;br /&gt;das suplicas&lt;br /&gt;das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Vejo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tudo&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; passamos e&lt;br /&gt;o que ficou&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; nos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Guardei&amp;nbsp; para&amp;nbsp; você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;dentro&amp;nbsp; de&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Todas as&amp;nbsp; lembranças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;do&amp;nbsp; tempo que&amp;nbsp; nunca&amp;nbsp; chegou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Queria&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;você pudesse&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; ler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;por trás de&amp;nbsp; minhas&amp;nbsp; poesias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B43t2nKt5LA/TbN1Hm4IiDI/AAAAAAAAC24/1A9JKr9O8GQ/s72-c/artlimited_img217169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-425036540257998098</id><published>2011-04-23T21:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:39:06.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xWi8PEekeEc/TbNxCp02zgI/AAAAAAAAC20/k6stSONxi6g/s1600/artlimited_img48283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xWi8PEekeEc/TbNxCp02zgI/AAAAAAAAC20/k6stSONxi6g/s400/artlimited_img48283.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mansamente&amp;nbsp; como&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; sopro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que passa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; quisesse&amp;nbsp; nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;esses amor chegou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como&amp;nbsp; se&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; quisesse ser&amp;nbsp; eterno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apenas&amp;nbsp; momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ficou&amp;nbsp; ali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alem das&amp;nbsp; palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou&amp;nbsp; gestos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alem,...muito&amp;nbsp; alem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aconteceu.......&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nessa&amp;nbsp; eternidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;milimetricamente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;calculada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fiquei&amp;nbsp; presa&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;entre caricias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;olhares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;murmurios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;amor&amp;nbsp; louco&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enfurecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ficamos presos&amp;nbsp; a amarras &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;atravessando&amp;nbsp; esse mesmo&amp;nbsp; caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que&amp;nbsp; nunca deveria existir.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-425036540257998098?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/425036540257998098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/04/mansamente-como-um-sopro-que-passa-como.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-1715903523923460656</id><published>2011-04-23T21:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:21:23.975-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixv1RSztNjI/TbNrO9wiM7I/AAAAAAAAC2o/9dstncT4Vho/s1600/artlimited_img234359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixv1RSztNjI/TbNrO9wiM7I/AAAAAAAAC2o/9dstncT4Vho/s400/artlimited_img234359.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quando escrevo corto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;desejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;momentos.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sou como lamina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;corte a corte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;que abre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;corta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;como&amp;nbsp; uma&amp;nbsp; batalha&amp;nbsp; unica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;em&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; posso ferir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;ou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;ferida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&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/-wUE90SPaw_Y/TbNrwW29X2I/AAAAAAAAC2s/dgx137XnNgw/s1600/artlimited_img242391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUE90SPaw_Y/TbNrwW29X2I/AAAAAAAAC2s/dgx137XnNgw/s400/artlimited_img242391.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Um&amp;nbsp; dia&amp;nbsp; quiz ser borboleta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e de&amp;nbsp; mansinho&amp;nbsp; fui&amp;nbsp; cortada&amp;nbsp; pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me&amp;nbsp; perdi&amp;nbsp; nesse&amp;nbsp; tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje&amp;nbsp; corto palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e traduzo&amp;nbsp; nos&amp;nbsp; minhas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; poesias &lt;br /&gt;dor imensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de me&amp;nbsp; cortarem&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; amor...&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;me deixarem &lt;br /&gt;vazia.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3909906895923148812-1715903523923460656?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixv1RSztNjI/TbNrO9wiM7I/AAAAAAAAC2o/9dstncT4Vho/s72-c/artlimited_img234359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3909906895923148812.post-6586706927306092572</id><published>2011-04-23T20:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T20:33:19.194-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Eliel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SwwJmqpY3to/TbNgl6qHnsI/AAAAAAAAC2U/fHa8hzus1ZY/s1600/OgAAAJLee1wsE_UvG9mEL2IM_PwQY9BI13Y6HVqXaOOCJD5qRPU3eWZ2m29n6mkPvaI80X3WUB2jX6PcpmPcRS3WH4wAm1T1UNWUHX3oztHwsHXxFbc9lef_yP4R.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SwwJmqpY3to/TbNgl6qHnsI/AAAAAAAAC2U/fHa8hzus1ZY/s400/OgAAAJLee1wsE_UvG9mEL2IM_PwQY9BI13Y6HVqXaOOCJD5qRPU3eWZ2m29n6mkPvaI80X3WUB2jX6PcpmPcRS3WH4wAm1T1UNWUHX3oztHwsHXxFbc9lef_yP4R.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;è tempo de mergulhar fundo&amp;nbsp; nas&amp;nbsp; lembranças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rasgar em&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; versos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;esconder saudades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aqui estou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;errante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Correndo&amp;nbsp; atras da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;instantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;simples palavras.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Fiquei&amp;nbsp; aqui...&lt;br /&gt;escolha&amp;nbsp; minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sou como&amp;nbsp; esse barco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;me deixo&amp;nbsp; levar&amp;nbsp; por&amp;nbsp; ai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Quem&amp;nbsp; sabe&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;encontre o caminho&amp;nbsp; de volta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e voltem os sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e eu volte a ser &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;como&amp;nbsp; era&amp;nbsp; antes.....apenas Eliel......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Eliel e&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp; amigo&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; mora na Inglaterra )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-6586706927306092572?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/6586706927306092572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/04/para-eliel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_qPEplQjWco/Ta_y5Fp0wcI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/3i6r4_gPIvM/s400/artlimited_img68262.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;Não servirão as preces que aprendemos na infância&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;ou essas que às vezes murmuramos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;importa pouco: &lt;br /&gt;somos iguais em dor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. A memória,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;essa voz, &lt;br /&gt;essas imagens que nos assombram sem cessar.&lt;br /&gt;das&amp;nbsp; noites que tivemos&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;O esquecimento que às vezes desejo, &lt;br /&gt;que às vezes detesto. &lt;br /&gt;As pessoas por quem nos perdemos em paixão&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;e a própria paixão&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;que é a mesma, &lt;br /&gt;sempre.&lt;br /&gt;A história que poderia ter sido nossa,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a outra vida que sigo imaginando.&lt;br /&gt;e todas as coisas pelas quais não me interessei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O meu medo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;o meu medo sem fim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o seu medo......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hoje&amp;nbsp; somos estranhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;você&amp;nbsp; ai vivendo&amp;nbsp; uma&amp;nbsp; situação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;irreal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;escrevendo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; versos e&amp;nbsp; mensagens para&amp;nbsp; mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sobre&amp;nbsp; coisas&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; nunca&amp;nbsp; teve&amp;nbsp; coragem para&amp;nbsp; falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp; pedindo um&amp;nbsp; novo&amp;nbsp; encontro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;nem&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; seja&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; ultimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0GW1s0JUwHg/TawM3WkdrBI/AAAAAAAACzo/A-Kr4mVa_ak/s1600/rd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0GW1s0JUwHg/TawM3WkdrBI/AAAAAAAACzo/A-Kr4mVa_ak/s400/rd.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;E eu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;eu sigo&amp;nbsp; dançando&amp;nbsp; pela&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;como&amp;nbsp; sempre&amp;nbsp; dancei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;as vezes uma&amp;nbsp; dança&amp;nbsp; doida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;outras&amp;nbsp; alegre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Acho&amp;nbsp; que&amp;nbsp; não&amp;nbsp; tínhamos&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; destino&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; cruzados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;mais&amp;nbsp; uma&amp;nbsp; coisa não&amp;nbsp; podemos&amp;nbsp; negar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;existe&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ainda&amp;nbsp; um&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; grande&amp;nbsp; amor......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;E ademais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;estamos sós.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Eu te falo e te ouço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;e ainda assim, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ainda assim não nos encontramos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;lado a lado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;atravessamos sós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ficamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;pelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;caminho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3909906895923148812-2264399230970225941?l=meperdidemim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/feeds/2264399230970225941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-servirao-as-preces-que-aprendemos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/2264399230970225941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3909906895923148812/posts/default/2264399230970225941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meperdidemim.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-servirao-as-preces-que-aprendemos.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriana Martins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12831443677624267849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJCmdY3Ecu4/TVNqdbWxq5I/AAAAAAAACYQ/HI7l2t9plMk/s220/y1pN-bl4Jqxl-Ef5mjZ5Agr3T9do66b_PoIVKPgavOvTzgI-1OoQjuPxVeWTtqcatCNDmzmZ-prsnyprOaejMg7GA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_qPEplQjWco/Ta_y5Fp0wcI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/3i6r4_gPIvM/s72-c/artlimited_img68262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
