<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315</id><updated>2011-09-28T19:02:14.988-03:00</updated><category term='Canção (Caetano Velozo)'/><category term='Composição: George Israel / Paula Toller'/><category term='Poema Machado de Assis'/><category term='Composição/Poema'/><category term='Romancista'/><category term='Composção Carlos Dafé'/><category term='Tradução: You Needed Me'/><category term='Composição: Rita Lee'/><category term='Poetisa'/><category term='Canção'/><category term='Poema'/><category term='Tradução Words Get In The Way'/><category term='Poesia'/><category term='Texto'/><category term='Poeta 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-298426484139373615</id><published>2011-09-13T02:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T02:37:11.782-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tradução Words Get In The Way'/><title type='text'>As Palavras Me Atrapalham</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/monicaprosaepoesia.spaceblog.com.br/images/gd/1203728866/Saudades-de-um-passado-inexistente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/monicaprosaepoesia.spaceblog.com.br/images/gd/1203728866/Saudades-de-um-passado-inexistente.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu percebi que você está se encontrando com alguém novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não acredito que ela o conheça tanto quanto eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seu lado temperamental mal humorado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquele que você sempre tenta esconder de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas eu sei quando você tem algo em mente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você tem tentado me dizer há muito tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E antes que você me parta o coração em dois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há algo que eu venho tentando lhe dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas as palavras me atrapalham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há muitas coisas que eu quero te dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas elas estão trancadas dentro de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E se você olhar nos meus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nós poderemos nos apaixonar novamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não vou nem começar a chorar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E antes de dizermos adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu tentei dizer "eu te amo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas as palavras me atrapalham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O seu coração tem sido sempre uma porta aberta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas amor, eu nem o conheço mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E apesar disto me magoar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que é chegada a hora de te libertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria Estefan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-298426484139373615?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/298426484139373615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-5974404384161861738</id><published>2011-07-30T18:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T18:24:01.303-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grande Poetisa: LUZ'/><title type='text'>AUSÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kixiki.com.br/html/tua_ausencia_presente1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://www.kixiki.com.br/html/tua_ausencia_presente1.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lua, pacatamente, de ti me roubou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O sol, sorrateiramente, de ti me furtou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A estrela polar, brilhantemente, de ti me afastou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ninguém, na pureza do nosso amor, pensou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estive de ti ausente, tão dependente, tão carente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Longe do teu afectuoso e cúmplice olhar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afastada da tua boca de mel, para beijar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, esperando, febrilmente, o nosso reencontrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O dia era longo, lastimado, saudoso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;À noite, mais negra, que a temível escuridão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enebriava-me de sofridos tormentos, gritantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embrulhava-me em frios lamentos, torturantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embriagava-me em virtuais escritos expectantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E chorava, com dor, as saudades sufocantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todos os dias te desejava, loucamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todos os instantes foram muitos, certamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nesta dura e difícil prova de afastamento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neste incomensurável e desmedido tempo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nesta viagem temida e sofrida do pensamento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, nesta longa espera, para o nosso sentimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero a festa do regresso longa, e sem gente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero o sabor do começo, dócil e temente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero eclipsar-me na tua boca, num beijo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ambiciono a tua alma na minha misturada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero o teu ventre, de âmbar, no meu saciado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aspiro o teu solidário peito, ao meu devotado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, exijo, o teu corpo inteiro, no meu ancorado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estamos, de novo juntos, do mesmo jeito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O mundo já tem cor, luz e bondade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida é um mar imenso de verdade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A nossa boca, uma roseiral de felicidade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O nosso rosto, um espelho real de vontade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O coração, pulsando, desenfreado, no peito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, no nosso corpo, a aceitação da eternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Autora: LUZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: kixiki.xpg.com.br&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-5974404384161861738?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/5974404384161861738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/07/ausencia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5974404384161861738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5974404384161861738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/07/ausencia.html' title='AUSÊNCIA'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-6491211022543351148</id><published>2011-07-19T21:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:30:07.919-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canção'/><title type='text'>Devora-me Outra Vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mundodossonhos.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/hughes4new1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://mundodossonhos.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/hughes4new1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No silêncio da noite vazia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teu amor voraz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enlouquece o balanço das horas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Querendo mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Derramando a lua da praia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sobre meu lençol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E é por isso que eu nunca te espero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sob a luz do sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em meus sonhos eu sempre te vejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devorando-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arrastada por esse desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou até o fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nessa hora ninguém como tu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que me ama com a fome do amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que aquece meu nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beijando meu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que cai num abismo maior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devora-me outra vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me abraça me toca e machuca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me leva até onde eu nem sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devora-me outra vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me castiga com os teus desejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que esse amor eu guardei só pra ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No silencio da noite vazia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teu amor me devora a vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Composição: P. Hernandez - Versão: Fausto Nilo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: mundodossonhos.blogs.sapo.pt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-6491211022543351148?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/6491211022543351148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/07/devora-me-outra-vez.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/6491211022543351148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/6491211022543351148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/07/devora-me-outra-vez.html' title='Devora-me Outra Vez'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-862079336823161216</id><published>2011-07-09T00:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T00:25:44.130-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tradução: You Needed Me'/><title type='text'>Você Precisou de Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/zagaz277/SM11jAB_XVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/XF8Ui_MeAKQ/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/zagaz277/SM11jAB_XVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/XF8Ui_MeAKQ/17.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu chorei uma lágrima,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;você enxugou-a.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu estava confusa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;você clareou minha mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vendi minha alma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;você comprou-a de volta para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me apoiou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me deu dignidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De algum modo você precisou de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você me deu força&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para me manter sozinha novamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para enfrentar o mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por conta própria novamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você me colocou no alto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sobre um pedestal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão alto que eu quase podia ver a eternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu não consigo acreditar que é você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não consigo acreditar que é verdade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu precisei de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E você estava lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu nunca partirei, por que eu devia partir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu seria uma tola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois eu finalmente encontrei alguém que realmente se importa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você segurou minha mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando ela estava fria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando eu estava perdida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você me levou para casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você me deu esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando eu estava no fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E transformou minhas mentiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;m verdade novamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você até mesmo me chamou de amiga...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Composição: Ronan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: marciacarlos.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-862079336823161216?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/862079336823161216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce-precisou-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/862079336823161216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/862079336823161216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce-precisou-de-mim.html' title='Você Precisou de Mim'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/zagaz277/SM11jAB_XVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/XF8Ui_MeAKQ/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8015078101914668369</id><published>2011-06-26T19:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T19:26:41.891-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comosição'/><title type='text'>Contra o Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i03lnLEJCYE/SwxnaPKO2pI/AAAAAAAAASc/WWU4MD6621s/s1600/grav_mulher_vestido_azul_floresta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i03lnLEJCYE/SwxnaPKO2pI/AAAAAAAAASc/WWU4MD6621s/s400/grav_mulher_vestido_azul_floresta.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corro contra o tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prá te ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vivo louco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por querer você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morro de saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A culpa é sua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bares, ruas, estradas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desertos, luas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que atravesso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em noites nuas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só me levam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prá onde está você...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O vento que sopra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu rosto cega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só o seu calor me leva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Numa estrêla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prá lembrança sua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que sou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde vou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo em vão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tempo de silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E solidão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O mundo gira sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em seu sentido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tem a cor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do seu vestido azul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todo atalho finda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em seu sorriso nú...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na madrugada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma balada soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um som assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meio que rock in roll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só me serve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prá lembrar você...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Qualquer canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu faça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tem sua cara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rima rica, jóia rara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tempestade louca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No Saara....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vander Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pensamentosdeumabananatransgenica.blogspo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8015078101914668369?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8015078101914668369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/06/contra-o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8015078101914668369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8015078101914668369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/06/contra-o-tempo.html' title='Contra o Tempo'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i03lnLEJCYE/SwxnaPKO2pI/AAAAAAAAASc/WWU4MD6621s/s72-c/grav_mulher_vestido_azul_floresta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-436442355817790284</id><published>2011-06-18T23:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T23:10:07.921-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>SINTO-TE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ginaalves.kit.net/Mulheres/lilas.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.ginaalves.kit.net/Mulheres/lilas.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto a leveza e a pureza da tua alma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Percorrendo a minha, com ternura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixando em mim, a elevação da bondade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixando em mim a calmaria, a bonança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a sensação, a certeza de paz interior, que me descansa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto a leveza e a pureza da tua alma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Percorrendo os meus sentidos exaltados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixando em mim o sossego, para os meus cansaços,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixando em mim clarões divinos, abençoados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a beleza alva de um espírito límpido, alcançado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto a leveza e a pureza da tua alma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que me dá força necessária, para continuar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que me dá força suficiente, para lutar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contra os desencontros da turbulenta vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E contra as amarguras e os desalentos, sem medida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu, ser sublime de puro encanto, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu, realidade única, simples, mágica,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu, meu adorável malmequer branco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Autora: LUZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fontes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;afectosecumplicidades.blogspot.com/Poema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sarrabeca.blog.com/Imagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-436442355817790284?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/436442355817790284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/06/sinto-te.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/436442355817790284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/436442355817790284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/06/sinto-te.html' title='SINTO-TE'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8178049130691561965</id><published>2011-06-18T01:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T01:07:43.755-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comosição Traduzida'/><title type='text'>A Filha do Vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzh5MoCteM8/Sw2ZcSkNwOI/AAAAAAAABlU/9GMG_sh5P2w/s1600/153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzh5MoCteM8/Sw2ZcSkNwOI/AAAAAAAABlU/9GMG_sh5P2w/s400/153.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E então é isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como você disse que seria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida corre fácil pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A maioria das vezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E então é isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A história mais curta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem amor, sem glória&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem herói no céu dela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E então é isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como você falou que deveria ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nós dois esqueceremos a brisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A maioria das vezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E então é isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A água gelada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A filha do vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A aluna rejeitada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não consigo tirar meus olhos de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu disse que te detesto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu disse que quero deixar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo para trás?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não consigo parar de pensar em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meus pensamentos...Meus pensamentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até conhecer uma nova pessoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damien Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fontes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;www.letras.terra.com.br&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;armazemdapoesia.blogspot.com/Imagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8178049130691561965?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8178049130691561965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/06/filha-do-vento.html#comment-form' title='1 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8955308699338155525</id><published>2011-04-02T21:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:36:49.301-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>QUISERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mob762.photobucket.com/albums/xx267/awesz7/estrelas/26.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://mob762.photobucket.com/albums/xx267/awesz7/estrelas/26.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quisera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ter-te em meus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vestir-te em afagos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No calor de meus abraços.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quisera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acalentar os teus sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Realizar teus desejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na leveza de um toque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na doçura de meus beijos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quisera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser teu amor, tua amada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acordar-te na calada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despir-te de inocência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E te amar na madrugada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quisera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como quisera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser por ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais desejada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nadya Haua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fontes: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;www.contos.poesias.nom.br&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;www.bing.com/imagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8955308699338155525?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8955308699338155525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/04/quisera.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8955308699338155525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8955308699338155525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/04/quisera.html' title='QUISERA'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-3480636781199592503</id><published>2011-03-31T00:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:46:18.447-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tradução Woman'/><title type='text'>Mulher...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cruzdemalta.flogbrasil.terra.com.br/fotos/d/9/b/cruzdemalta/1161178300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://cruzdemalta.flogbrasil.terra.com.br/fotos/d/9/b/cruzdemalta/1161178300.jpg" width="336" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mulher, eu quase não consigo expressar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minhas emoções confusas na minha negligência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afinal de contas, estou eternamente em dívida com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, mulher, eu tentarei expressar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meus sentimentos interiores e gratidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por me mostrar o significado do sucesso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mulher, eu sei que você compreende&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A criancinha dentro do homem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por favor, lembre-se: minha vida está em suas mãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, mulher, mantenha-me próximo do seu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por mais que estejamos distantes, não nos mantenha separados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afinal de contas, está escrito nas estrelas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mulher, por favor deixe-me explicar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu nunca tive intenção de te causar tristeza ou dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então, deixe-me te dizer de novo e de novo e de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu te amo, sim, sim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora e eternamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;John Lennon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: cruzdemalta.flogbrasil.terra.com.br&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Mulher...'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8630224084076822772</id><published>2011-03-23T17:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:16:12.179-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composição Memory - Tradução'/><title type='text'>Lembrança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X1PV8sgz-is/TYpU5DSoLKI/AAAAAAAABDE/xx8fYymhGIg/s1600/Mulher+florida+lilas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X1PV8sgz-is/TYpU5DSoLKI/AAAAAAAABDE/xx8fYymhGIg/s400/Mulher+florida+lilas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meia-noite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nenhum som da calçada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lua perdeu sua memória?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela está sorrindo sozinha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na luz do lampião,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As folhas secas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Juntam-se aos meus pés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o vento começa a gemer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lembrança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Totalmente sozinha ao luar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu posso sonhar com os velhos dias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida era linda naquele tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu lembro da época [em que]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sabia o quê era a felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe a lembrança viver novamente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cada lampião da rua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parece palpitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um aviso fatalístico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alguém murmura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o lampião de rua goteja,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E logo será manhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luz do dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu devo esperar pelo nascer do sol,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu devo pensar sobre uma nova vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu não devo ceder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando a aurora chegar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta noite será uma lembrança também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E um novo dia começará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finais desgastados de dias sujos de fumaça,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O cheiro frio e passado da manhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um lampião da rua morre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outra noite terminou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outro dia está amanhecendo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toque-me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É tão fácil me abandonar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Totalmente sozinha com a lembrança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dos meus dias ao sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se você me tocar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você compreenderá o quê é a felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olhe, um novo dia começou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barry Manilow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fontes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aracy-crespo.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8630224084076822772?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8630224084076822772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/03/lembranca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8630224084076822772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8630224084076822772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/03/lembranca.html' title='Lembrança'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X1PV8sgz-is/TYpU5DSoLKI/AAAAAAAABDE/xx8fYymhGIg/s72-c/Mulher+florida+lilas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8017678131807331622</id><published>2011-03-23T02:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T02:07:53.233-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tradução Happy Man- Chicago'/><title type='text'>Homem Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LHpBHKSzgo0/SwZnyoW1LQI/AAAAAAAAAz4/UAn0T4JLi1g/s400/ser_feliz" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LHpBHKSzgo0/SwZnyoW1LQI/AAAAAAAAAz4/UAn0T4JLi1g/s320/ser_feliz" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rapidamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem que eu desconfiasse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você aprisionou meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me protegeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora eu estou me apaixonando por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Justo quando pensei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estar livre e desempedido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você veio a mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suave e calmamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora eu estou me apaixonando por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E pela primeira vez na minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei o que é ser: Um homem feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E pela primeira vez na minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você tem me dado algo que posso entender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como ser um homem feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fique comigo agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me ame para sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te abandonar, garota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É algo que jamais farei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu estou me apaixonando por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toda minha vida, parece que estive esperando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora posso dizer todas essas palavras que eu me proibia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu estou me apaixonando por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peter Cetera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: www.bing.com&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/7466194341169479315-8017678131807331622?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8017678131807331622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/03/homem-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8017678131807331622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8017678131807331622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/03/homem-feliz.html' title='Homem Feliz'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LHpBHKSzgo0/SwZnyoW1LQI/AAAAAAAAAz4/UAn0T4JLi1g/s72-c/ser_feliz' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-3310194110249497969</id><published>2011-03-18T00:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T00:39:44.118-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parte Tradução (Wuthering Heights)'/><title type='text'>O Morro dos Ventos Uivantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FxK0yQjQ3g/S7N0VV63w7I/AAAAAAAAARY/JVRvSfBSozw/s1600/Freydoon+Rassouli+-+Sweet+Memories.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FxK0yQjQ3g/S7N0VV63w7I/AAAAAAAAARY/JVRvSfBSozw/s400/Freydoon+Rassouli+-+Sweet+Memories.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lá fora nas tempestuosas colinas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nós giravamos e caíamos no gramado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seu temperamento era como meu ciúmes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ardente e ávido demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como pôde me abandonar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando eu mais precisei te possuir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu te odiei, eu te amei também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sonhos ruins à noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você me dizia que eu perderia a luta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixaria para trás minhas tempestuosas colinas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, aqui é escuro e solitário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deste outro lado, longe de você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sinto tanta saudade, eu percebo que o destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fracassa sem você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou voltando amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu sonho, meu único mestre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate Bush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: abismo-do-obscuro.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-3310194110249497969?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/3310194110249497969/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FxK0yQjQ3g/S7N0VV63w7I/AAAAAAAAARY/JVRvSfBSozw/s72-c/Freydoon+Rassouli+-+Sweet+Memories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-7351746217686027150</id><published>2011-03-16T17:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:35:41.845-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tradução (Because You Loved Me)'/><title type='text'>Por Que Você Me Amou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7PjMKQCGEY/TPvv1j67eLI/AAAAAAAAABw/uiE8jUJnlY4/s1600/BEB1A2%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7PjMKQCGEY/TPvv1j67eLI/AAAAAAAAABw/uiE8jUJnlY4/s400/BEB1A2%257E1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por todas aquelas vezes que você me apoiou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por toda a verdade que você me fez enxergar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por toda a alegria que você trouxe para minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por tudo de errado que você transformou em certo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por todo sonho que você tornou realidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por todo o amor que encontrei em você eu serei eternamente grata, meu bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você é quem me sustentou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca me deixou cair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você é quem me acompanhou, através disso tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você foi minha força quando eu estive fraca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você foi minha voz quando eu não podia falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você foi meus olhos quando eu não podia ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você enxergou o melhor que havia em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me ergueu quando eu não conseguia alcançar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você me deu fé porque você acreditou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou tudo o que sou porque você me amou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você me deu asas e me fez voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você tocou minha mão e eu pude tocar o céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu perdi minha fé, você devolveu-a de volta pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você disse que estrela nenhuma estava fora de alcance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você me apoiou e eu fiquei de pé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu tive seu amor, eu tive isso tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou grata por cada dia que você me deu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talvez eu não saiba tanto, mas eu sei que isto é verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu fui abençoada porque fui amada por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você foi minha força quando eu estive fraca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você foi minha voz quando eu não podia falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você foi meus olhos quando eu não podia ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você enxergou o melhor que havia em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me ergueu quando eu não conseguia alcançar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você me deu fé porque você acreditou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou tudo o que sou porque você me amou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você sempre esteve lá para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O vento carinhoso que me levava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma luz no escuro, brilhando seu amor na minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você tem sido minha inspiração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em meio a mentiras você foi a verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu mundo é um lugar melhor por sua causa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diane Warren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somos ilhas à deriva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vendo nossos sonhos se perderem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se desvanescerem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquele momento se foi pra sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como água escorrendo entre os dedos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você pôs em movimento a roda da infelicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a viu rodar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Viver é aprender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estendo os meus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E saio de mãos vazias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que foi que eu fiz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixei-o sem ter pra onde ir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cynthia Rhode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: www.overmundo.com.br&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-6613026466955626800?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/6613026466955626800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2011/03/encontrar-maneira-dura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/6613026466955626800'/><link 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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/-00S6hRTETdc/TWcT-JZy3gI/AAAAAAAABC0/cSvXIuHdHCY/s1600/desenho+mulher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="397" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00S6hRTETdc/TWcT-JZy3gI/AAAAAAAABC0/cSvXIuHdHCY/s400/desenho+mulher.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só a mim interessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se sou feliz ou infeliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se esperei muito tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esperei porque quis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se o projeto que eu fiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tinha a fraca raiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só a mim interessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se sofri desenganos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se me perdi no tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A ninguém interessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se vivo na esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se o amor não me alcança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não passou de promessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se na escada da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preferi a descida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só a mim interessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se ele fez o que fez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se partiu outra vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A ninguém interessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se ele sofre isto sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se ele pensa em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É o que me interessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paulo / Guerra / Catoni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte Imagem:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;wwwreginagois.blogspot.com&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/7466194341169479315-5613034031819644389?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando eu era nova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca precisei de ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E fazer amor era só por divertimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esses dias já passaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vivendo sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Penso em todos os amigos que tive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando telefono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém está em casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não quero estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;È dificil ter a certeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes sinto-me tão insegura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o amor é taõ distante e obscuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Falta a cura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não quero estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não quero viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GM1t_Xz06Og/SCyKhGngVdI/AAAAAAAAADg/rnlcwJ34wlQ/s800/amorebia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="351" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GM1t_Xz06Og/SCyKhGngVdI/AAAAAAAAADg/rnlcwJ34wlQ/s400/amorebia.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu conheço seus olhos na manhã ensolarada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sinto você me tocando ao cair da chuva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E no momento que você está longe de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero te sentir em meus braços novamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E você veio para mim em uma brisa de verão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que me mantém aquecido com o seu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;então você vai embora de repente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e é pra mim que você deve mostrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o quão profundo é o seu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quão profundo é o seu amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu realmente quero saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque nós vivemos em um mundo de enganações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nos deixando para baixo quando todos eles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deviam nos deixar em paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nós pertencemos um ao outro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu acredito em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você conhece a porta para minha alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você é minha luz em minhas horas de profunda escuridão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você é minha salvação quando eu caio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E você não deve pensar que eu não me importo com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando você sabe que lá dentro eu realmente me importo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E é pra mim que você deve mostrar quão profundo é o seu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bee Gees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fontes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;phsimone.blogspot.com/Imagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TTNQQOPvBkI/AAAAAAAABCo/AFwfkJwoPR0/s1600/A+lua+e+eu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TTNQQOPvBkI/AAAAAAAABCo/AFwfkJwoPR0/s400/A+lua+e+eu.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais um ano se passou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E nem sequer ouvi falar seu nome, a lua e eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caminhando pela estrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu olho em volta e só vejo pegadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas não são as suas eu sei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei, eu sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O vento faz eu lembrar você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As folhas caem mortas como eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando olho no espelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou ficando velho e acabado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Procuro encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não sei onde está você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você você....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o Vento faz eu lembrar você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As folhas caem mortas como eu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lua e eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cassiano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-4752140168508682099?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Das melodias que estão me aguardando, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Das saudades que venho sentindo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Das verdades que ando mentindo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Das promessas que venho esquecendo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dos impulsos que sigo contendo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dos prazeres que chegam partindo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dos receios que partem voltando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora, que redijo a página final, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Percebo o tanto de caminho percorrido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao impulso da hora que vai me acelerando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apesar do tempo, e sua pressa desleal, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agradeço a Deus por ter vivido, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amanhecer e continuar teimando ...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flora Figueiredo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fontes: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;www.encantosepaixoes.com.br&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;www.enigmasescondidos.blogspot.com/Imagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-6159908622533102266?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/6159908622533102266/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-2619088493735921500</id><published>2010-09-01T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:32:10.248-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composição/Poema'/><title type='text'>Quem é Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/wsapaixonados.loveblog.com.br/images/gd/1248400186/QUANDO-MEU-CORACAO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/wsapaixonados.loveblog.com.br/images/gd/1248400186/QUANDO-MEU-CORACAO.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem é você que chora em silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem é você que vem de tão longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cansado de amar, cansado de tanta espera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um pouco de paz nas guerras do amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem te vê, não vê a sua história&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem é você, eu sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sei que te amarei como amei um dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sei que não deixei de te amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei quem é você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca me esqueci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca me cansei de esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo seu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só não sabia que seria agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem diz adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não sabe que o tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Transforma em sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O não do silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que a força do amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É feita de movimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E amar é um só&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eterno momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje eu sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que todos os caminhos que caminhei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São seus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nelson Mota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: lardobomleitor.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-2619088493735921500?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/2619088493735921500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/09/quem-e-voce.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/2619088493735921500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/2619088493735921500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/09/quem-e-voce.html' title='Quem é Você'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-383143130549741749</id><published>2010-09-01T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:25:11.406-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soniamoura.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/lilas.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.soniamoura.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/lilas.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por mim, e por vós, e por mais aquilo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que está onde as outras coisas nunca estão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deixo o mar bravo e o céu tranqüilo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quero solidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu caminho é sem marcos nem paisagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E como o conheces ? - me perguntarão. -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por não Ter palavras, por não ter imagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nenhum inimigo e nenhum irmão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que procuras ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que desejas ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Viajo sozinha com o meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não ando perdida, mas desencontrada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levo o meu rumo na minha mão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A memória voou da minha fronte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voou meu amor, minha imaginação ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talvez eu morra antes do horizonte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memória, amor e o resto onde estarão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixo aqui meu corpo, entre o sol e a terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Beijo-te, corpo meu, todo desilusão !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estandarte triste de uma estranha guerra ... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero solidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: soniamoura.com.br&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-383143130549741749?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/383143130549741749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/09/despedida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/383143130549741749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/383143130549741749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/09/despedida.html' title='Despedida'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-7375837484530398212</id><published>2010-08-26T22:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:49:17.143-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Meu Anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/THcZewrC2WI/AAAAAAAAA-U/BZCTbJVw6NY/s1600/Meu+Anjo+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/THcZewrC2WI/AAAAAAAAA-U/BZCTbJVw6NY/s320/Meu+Anjo+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um anjo vem todas as noites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;senta-se ao pé de mim, e passa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sobre meu coração a asa mansa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como se fosse meu melhor amigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esse fantasma que chega e me abraça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(asas cobrindo a ferida do flanco)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é todo o amor que resta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;entre ti e mim, e está comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lya Luft &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: recados.hlera.com.br&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-7375837484530398212?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/7375837484530398212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/08/meu-anjo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/7375837484530398212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/7375837484530398212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/08/meu-anjo.html' title='Meu Anjo'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/THcZewrC2WI/AAAAAAAAA-U/BZCTbJVw6NY/s72-c/Meu+Anjo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8941998119106037096</id><published>2010-08-24T22:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T22:17:40.158-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Deixe - Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/THRvFUcB7nI/AAAAAAAAA-E/qqhsBMgbUJA/s1600/mulher+lilas+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/THRvFUcB7nI/AAAAAAAAA-E/qqhsBMgbUJA/s320/mulher+lilas+2.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-me ficar juntinho de você...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-me pousar minhas mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sob as suas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;num ato de encorajamento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-me olhar nos teus olhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-me descobrir o segredo do amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-me abraça-lo... beijar seus lábios maravilhosamente delineados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-me caminhar ao seu lado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por toda a nossa vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-me sofrer com você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorrir com você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amar com você...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-me fazê-lo forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nos seus momentos de fraqueza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-me amar-te por inteiro, sem dimensões...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-me acariciar teu rosto querido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-me partilhar contigo o mesmo teto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-me nutrir com o teu amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-me viver contigo para sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixe-me mostrar como sou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quem sabe assim você me aceite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sabe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu te amo, de verdade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem desconfiança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem deixar de ser leal contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca deixarei que esse sentimento maravilhoso chamado amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se apague do meu coração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sim! Porque a chama do amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estará sempre acesa dentro da gente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no nosso íntimo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no nosso peito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amo-te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte: wsapaixonados.loveblog.com.br&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8941998119106037096?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8941998119106037096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/08/deixe-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8941998119106037096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8941998119106037096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/08/deixe-me.html' title='Deixe - Me'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/THRvFUcB7nI/AAAAAAAAA-E/qqhsBMgbUJA/s72-c/mulher+lilas+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-2400008005991327480</id><published>2010-08-18T23:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:15:40.340-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composição/Poema'/><title type='text'>Elegia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmX17974UbE/S8I63Aq0BwI/AAAAAAAADqY/DO7WDgvvgvs/s1600/Elena+Ilku.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmX17974UbE/S8I63Aq0BwI/AAAAAAAADqY/DO7WDgvvgvs/s320/Elena+Ilku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixa que minha mão errante adentre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;atrás, na frente, em cima, em baixo, entre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha América, minha terra à vista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reino de paz se um homem só a conquista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha mina preciosa, meu império&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feliz de quem penetre o teu mistério&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liberto-me ficando teu escravo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde cai minha mão, meu selo gravo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nudez total: todo prazer provém do corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Como a alma sem corpo) sem vestes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como encadernação vistosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feita para iletrados, a mulher se enfeita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas ela é um livro místico e somente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A alguns a que tal graça se consente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É dado lê-la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Augusto de Campos / Péricles Cavalcanti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-2400008005991327480?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/2400008005991327480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/08/elegia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/2400008005991327480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/2400008005991327480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/08/elegia.html' title='Elegia'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EmX17974UbE/S8I63Aq0BwI/AAAAAAAADqY/DO7WDgvvgvs/s72-c/Elena+Ilku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-657260110729931446</id><published>2010-08-17T23:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:39:29.011-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema e Composição'/><title type='text'>Acordando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i575.photobucket.com/albums/ss191/agatha_bucket/agathavampire/x1pxzZ39wV--_cBZeTjaZyyIYQOoZ2pTO3e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i575.photobucket.com/albums/ss191/agatha_bucket/agathavampire/x1pxzZ39wV--_cBZeTjaZyyIYQOoZ2pTO3e.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vai que já não dá mais pra voltar atrás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cai que é pra depois se levantar pra mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sai que ás vezes não é pra entrar em paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ai, amor não pode faltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não se esqueça nunca de lembrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre tão só o quanto se puder estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois solidão é sol que ainda vai brilhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E novamente vai te iluminar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem repetir nenhum lugar…pois é…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida vem repartir nosso luar com fé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bem que podia não findar, não é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem desistir, nem se cansar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sim, eu prefiro não calar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sobre mim, sobre você e o nosso lar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas se é o fim do caminho de um sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assim será&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E é bem melhor acordar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paulinho Moska&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-657260110729931446?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/657260110729931446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/08/acordando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/657260110729931446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/657260110729931446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/08/acordando.html' title='Acordando'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i575.photobucket.com/albums/ss191/agatha_bucket/agathavampire/th_x1pxzZ39wV--_cBZeTjaZyyIYQOoZ2pTO3e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-3953270103582939936</id><published>2010-08-06T01:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T01:18:28.643-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto Poético'/><title type='text'>Vitória</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TFuMz31gtbI/AAAAAAAAA98/JJjw8APB-Bg/s1600/Mulher+em+lilas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TFuMz31gtbI/AAAAAAAAA98/JJjw8APB-Bg/s320/Mulher+em+lilas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vencer os outros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não chega a ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma grande vitória.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vitorioso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é aquele que consegue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vencer a si mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;combatendo seus vícios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e controlando suas paixões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vitória sobre nós mesmos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é muito mais difícil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela requer mais coragem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais disciplina e mais decisão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não conseguir na primeira vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tente de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O simples fato de tentar de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;já será sua primeira vitória.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por/Ismenia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte: artesgeral.arteblog.com.br&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-3953270103582939936?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/3953270103582939936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/08/vitoria.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/3953270103582939936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/3953270103582939936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/08/vitoria.html' title='Vitória'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TFuMz31gtbI/AAAAAAAAA98/JJjw8APB-Bg/s72-c/Mulher+em+lilas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-3580946126843384020</id><published>2010-08-03T21:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:10:51.251-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema e Composição'/><title type='text'>Quase Fui Lhe Procurar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tk.files.storage.msn.com/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xolSGe8PnhxTSFc2Dt86iJzTEBZp0LeGuC1WW2itugLxaiPI38hATNc0adaR3zj8Gg6pTcja5C9Xu3amlJC-0zag2lJTkO-4KN_WUhFDge93fRe5wQ_pw8FJEGzHk6IaQ" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://tk.files.storage.msn.com/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_xolSGe8PnhxTSFc2Dt86iJzTEBZp0LeGuC1WW2itugLxaiPI38hATNc0adaR3zj8Gg6pTcja5C9Xu3amlJC-0zag2lJTkO-4KN_WUhFDge93fRe5wQ_pw8FJEGzHk6IaQ" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu pensei em lhe falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quase fui lhe procurar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas evitei, e aqui fiquei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sofrendo tanto a esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que um dia você por fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talvez voltasse para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas me enganei, então eu vi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O longo tempo que perdi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E agora, eu não sei mais por que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não consigo lhe esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero lhe pedir para deixar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo menos, lhe encontrar pra dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que errei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas se você me aceitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou prometer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recomeçar um grande amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que por tão pouco acabou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getúlio Cortes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-3580946126843384020?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/3580946126843384020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/08/quase-fui-lhe-procurar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/3580946126843384020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/3580946126843384020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/08/quase-fui-lhe-procurar.html' title='Quase Fui Lhe Procurar'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-3342714708242722904</id><published>2010-07-31T00:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T00:59:47.430-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Bons Dias Bem Vividos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SvZmvoyeTEI/AAAAAAAALgc/4WGQxYtLBhs/s1600/FE+LI.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SvZmvoyeTEI/AAAAAAAALgc/4WGQxYtLBhs/s320/FE+LI.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doce lembrança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saudades,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;adoráveis sentimentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;claros montes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;luz, muita luz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;intensa luz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meio-dia, limite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alegria muita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na distância, um logo além;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no depois, um antes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;auroras, felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tardes de intensa alegria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;noites-verão, dias-inverno,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ingênuas manhãs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ingênuas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bem ingênuas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mais que a madrugada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de sonhos nos sonhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deleite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simbiose, crepúsculos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tons vermelhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rosa-amarelo, ouro no azul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lilases e sombras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;douradas maravilhas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;prata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Antes do depois, ainda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fios de claridade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fontes, conforto-luz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pura alegria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorrisos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bons dias bem vividos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanderlino Arruda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-3342714708242722904?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/3342714708242722904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/bons-dias-bem-vividos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/3342714708242722904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/3342714708242722904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/bons-dias-bem-vividos.html' title='Bons Dias Bem Vividos'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kdeDKUQPDl0/SvZmvoyeTEI/AAAAAAAALgc/4WGQxYtLBhs/s72-c/FE+LI.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-845880998051370492</id><published>2010-07-30T17:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T17:47:41.397-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tradução (Secret Garden)'/><title type='text'>Jardim Secreto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TFM6UvijlJI/AAAAAAAAA90/3ntjJGFngQA/s1600/Jardim+Secreto+rosahacasanova.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TFM6UvijlJI/AAAAAAAAA90/3ntjJGFngQA/s320/Jardim+Secreto+rosahacasanova.com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela irá te deixar em casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se você chegar batendo tarde da noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela irá te deixar em sua boca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se as palavras que você disser estão certas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se você pagar o preço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela irá te deixar lá dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas lá tem um jardim secreto que ela esconde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela irá te deixar em seu carro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para dirigir por aí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela irá te deixar estar nas partes de seu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que vão te deixar pra baixo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela irá te deixar em seu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se você conseguir um martelo e um trono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas pelo seu jardim secreto, não pense duas vezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você se foi a milhões de milhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quão longe você chegou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para aquele lugar que você nao consegue lembrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E você não pode esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela irá te guiar pra baixo do trajeto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lá existe ternura no ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela irá te deixar ir longe o suficiente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então você sabe que ela realmente está lá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela irá olhar pra você e sorrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E seus olhos irão dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que ela tem um jardim secreto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde tudo que você quer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde tudo que você precisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre irá ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A milhoes de milhas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bruce Springsteen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-845880998051370492?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/845880998051370492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/jardim-secreto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/845880998051370492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/845880998051370492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/jardim-secreto.html' title='Jardim Secreto'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TFM6UvijlJI/AAAAAAAAA90/3ntjJGFngQA/s72-c/Jardim+Secreto+rosahacasanova.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8546053905042789700</id><published>2010-07-28T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:07:03.615-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>Quando o Amor.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pSYPvHF9Lu0j1W17dtcmwknUbYMKUr1nlAhkTpHMg_-Q7s12ZVt43T0-A5_LKmkzpk2aaHXHBjbU" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pSYPvHF9Lu0j1W17dtcmwknUbYMKUr1nlAhkTpHMg_-Q7s12ZVt43T0-A5_LKmkzpk2aaHXHBjbU" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acenar, siga-o, ainda que por caminhos ásperos e íngremes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E quando suas asas o envolverem, renda-se a ele ainda que a lâmina escondida sob suas asas possa ferí-lo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E quando ele falar a você, acredite no que ele diz, ainda que sua voz possa destroçar seus sonhos, assim como o vento norte devasta o jardim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois, se o amor o coroa, ele também o crucifica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se o ajuda a crescer, também o diminui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se o faz subir às alturas e acaricia seus ramos mais tenros que tremem ao sol, também o faz descer às raízes e abala a sua ligação com a terra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como os feixes de trigo, ele o mantém íntegro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Debulha-o até deixá-lo nu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Transforma-o, livrando-o de sua palha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tritura-o, até torná-lo branco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amassa-o, até deixá-lo macio; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e então submete ao fogo para que se transforme em pão no banquete sagrado de Deus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todas essas coisas pode o amor fazer para que você conheça os segredos do seu coração, e com esse conhecimento se torne um fragmento do coração, da vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por Maria Tereza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8546053905042789700?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8546053905042789700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8546053905042789700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8546053905042789700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-o-amor.html' title='Quando o Amor.....'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-9216947263367094930</id><published>2010-07-26T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:56:51.691-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tradução em partes (Guilty)'/><title type='text'>Culpados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://download.ultradownloads.uol.com.br/wallpaper/233334_Papel-de-Parede-Casal-apaixonado--233334_1280x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://download.ultradownloads.uol.com.br/wallpaper/233334_Papel-de-Parede-Casal-apaixonado--233334_1280x1024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As sombras caem, baby, ficamos sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;Na rua, todos que você encontra têm uma dor no coração&lt;br /&gt;Deveria ser ilegal&lt;br /&gt;Tornar a solidão e a tristeza um crime&lt;br /&gt;Deveria ser ilegal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tem uma razão pra viver&lt;br /&gt;Você luta com o amor com o qual você vive e constroe&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que ser meu&lt;br /&gt;Nós vamos embora&lt;br /&gt;Tem que ser noite e dia&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma questão de tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nós não temos razão para nos sentirmos culpados&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor escalará qualquer montanha perto ou longe, nós estamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;E nunca deixaremos isto terminar&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos devoção&lt;br /&gt;E não temos razão para nos desculpar&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor é um em um milhão&lt;br /&gt;Quaisquer olhos podem ver que nós temos uma via expressa para o céu&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ouvir o seu "adeus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee Gees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-9216947263367094930?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/9216947263367094930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/culpados.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/9216947263367094930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/9216947263367094930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/culpados.html' title='Culpados'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-7786425493718209572</id><published>2010-07-26T01:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:40:53.295-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tradução (Woman in Love)'/><title type='text'>Mulher Apaixonada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sp1.fotolog.com/photo/33/20/21/umtoquedepele/1163475755_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://sp1.fotolog.com/photo/33/20/21/umtoquedepele/1163475755_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vida é um momento no espaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando o sonho se vai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Está sendo um lugar solitário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu beijo a manhã de despedida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas aqui dentro, no fundo, você sabe que nós nunca sabemos porque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A estrada é apertada e comprida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando olhos encontram olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o sentimento é forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu viro minhas costas para a parede&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu fracasso e caio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas eu te dou tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou uma mulher apaixonada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu farei qualquer coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para por você dentro do meu mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E te segurar por dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isso é uma escolha e eu defendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outra vez, de novo e outra vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que eu devo fazer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou uma mulher apaixonada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu estou falando pra você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barry Gibb / Robin Gibb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-7786425493718209572?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/7786425493718209572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/mulher-apaixonada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/7786425493718209572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/7786425493718209572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/mulher-apaixonada.html' title='Mulher Apaixonada'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-1289242209268907615</id><published>2010-07-23T20:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:12:31.688-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composição/Poema'/><title type='text'>Chama Da Paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HSjNJ212ts/SkJGOKXqC9I/AAAAAAAAAeo/wO6lwhW9_Cs/s1600/SONHOS-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HSjNJ212ts/SkJGOKXqC9I/AAAAAAAAAeo/wO6lwhW9_Cs/s320/SONHOS-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tanto tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tentando te encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu nem podia imaginar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que aquela tarde sem querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ia acontecer você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foi lindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jamais vou esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que eu senti nem sei dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando olhei no teu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E vi brilhar o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A chama da paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Magia do desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bater no coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O amor é uma luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que acende e faz vibrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu te quero sem pudor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre mais e mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O amor é uma luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que acende e faz vibrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu te quero sempre mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você me fez sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até o amanhecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O corpo manso de prazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estranha e doce sensação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De ser tua e ter você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foi lindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra sempre vou guardar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E nada pode apagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só você me fez sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E descobrir o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A chama da paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Magia do desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bater no coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cido Bianchi E Thomas Roth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-1289242209268907615?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/1289242209268907615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/chama-da-paixao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1289242209268907615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1289242209268907615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/chama-da-paixao.html' title='Chama Da Paixão'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7HSjNJ212ts/SkJGOKXqC9I/AAAAAAAAAeo/wO6lwhW9_Cs/s72-c/SONHOS-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8031626446362535858</id><published>2010-07-22T23:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:29:40.359-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Amigo Aprendiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/73r8a8G74gM/0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/73r8a8G74gM/0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero ser o teu amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem demais e nem de menos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem tão longe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem tão perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na medida mais precisa que eu puder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas amar-te, sem medida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ficar na tua vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da maneira mais discreta que eu souber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem tirar-te a liberdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem jamais te sufocar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem forçar tua vontade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem falar quando for hora de calar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E sem calar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando for hora de falar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem ausente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem presente por demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simplesmente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;calmamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SER-TE PAZ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É bonito ser amigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas confesso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é tão difícil aprender!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É por isso que te suplico paciência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou encher este rosto de lembranças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dá-me tempo de acertar nossas distâncias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8031626446362535858?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8031626446362535858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/amigo-aprendiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8031626446362535858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8031626446362535858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/amigo-aprendiz.html' title='Amigo Aprendiz'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-9102202105512207182</id><published>2010-07-18T18:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T18:50:36.352-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema e Composição'/><title type='text'>Vem ficar comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TEN20D4E94I/AAAAAAAAA9c/6fDm9yvN3dU/s1600/Linda+Imagem+Mulher+por+sol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TEN20D4E94I/AAAAAAAAA9c/6fDm9yvN3dU/s320/Linda+Imagem+Mulher+por+sol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vem ficar comigo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vem ser a luz da minha estrada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vivo esperando esse céu para brilhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teu sorriso lindo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A tua boca doce sempre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu necessito do teu amor pra me enfeitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vem brincar comigo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vem cuidar de mim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só teu paraíso é que me faz viver feliz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não me deixe solta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posso me perder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De tudo no mundo o que eu mais quero é ter você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nando Cordel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-9102202105512207182?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/9102202105512207182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/vem-ficar-comigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/9102202105512207182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/9102202105512207182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/vem-ficar-comigo.html' title='Vem ficar comigo'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TEN20D4E94I/AAAAAAAAA9c/6fDm9yvN3dU/s72-c/Linda+Imagem+Mulher+por+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-4305428677759578899</id><published>2010-07-17T23:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:46:42.206-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>A Liberdade do Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TEJrAoT_J0I/AAAAAAAAA9U/Ceky4tUFcaw/s1600/Na%C3%A3o+prendas+2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TEJrAoT_J0I/AAAAAAAAA9U/Ceky4tUFcaw/s320/Na%C3%A3o+prendas+2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não me prendas!...Se assim fizer perderás o meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor é livre! Então me surpreenda... nunca me prenda!&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor é livre, como o vento que em seus movimentos,&lt;br /&gt;sabe estar em todos os lugares.&lt;br /&gt;Livre como a chuva que caí, o sol que brilha, como os pássaros,&lt;br /&gt;que a qualquer hora, voam pelo céu afora, sem destino e&lt;br /&gt;sem hora pra voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me prendas! Deixe-me voar!&lt;br /&gt;Como os pássaros voarei em pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;sem esquecer-me de um só momento, que estive em seus braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me prendas! Preso meu amor morrerá com o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;e só nos restarás então a saudade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abra as janelas, as portas, me mostre caminhos...&lt;br /&gt;Me dê de presente a felicidade de ser livre,&lt;br /&gt;assim me terás para sempre segura perto do seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é livre... ele pode voar, voar...&lt;br /&gt;mas sempre volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valquíria Cordeiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-4305428677759578899?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/4305428677759578899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/liberdade-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4305428677759578899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4305428677759578899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/liberdade-do-amor.html' title='A Liberdade do Amor'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TEJrAoT_J0I/AAAAAAAAA9U/Ceky4tUFcaw/s72-c/Na%C3%A3o+prendas+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-5603301160651111092</id><published>2010-07-16T00:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:53:37.582-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tradução (The Winner Takes It All )ABBA'/><title type='text'>O Vencedor Leva Tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TD_XnOkAgUI/AAAAAAAAA9M/wZqiRXXFNIY/s1600/Mulher+Chorando.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TD_XnOkAgUI/AAAAAAAAA9M/wZqiRXXFNIY/s320/Mulher+Chorando.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não quero conversar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sobre as coisas que nós passamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embora isso me machuque,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora é passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu joguei todas as minhas cartas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E foi o que você fez também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não há mais nada a dizer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nenhum ás a mais a jogar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O vencedor leva tudo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O perdedor fica menor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao lado da vitória,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Está o seu destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu estava em seus braços,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Achando que ali era o meu lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu achava que fazia sentido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Construindo-me uma cerca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Construindo-me um lar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Achando que seria forte lá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas fui uma tola,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jogando conforme às regras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os deuses podem jogar um dado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suas mentes são tão frias quanto gelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E alguém bem aqui embaixo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perde alguém querido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O vencedor leva tudo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O perdedor tem que cair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É simples e está claro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por que eu deveria lamentar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas diga-me se ela beija,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como eu costumava te beijar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas diga-me se é a mesma coisa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando ela o chama?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em algum lugar bem profundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você deve saber que eu sinto a sua falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas o que eu posso dizer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As regras tem de serem obedecidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os juízes decidirão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As coisas boas da minha vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os espectadores do espetáculo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre ficam quietos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O jogo começa de novo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um amigo ou amante?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma pequena ou uma grande coisa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O vencedor leva tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não quero conversar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se isso te deixa triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu entendo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você veio me dar um aperto de mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peço desculpas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se isso faz você se sentir mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao me ver tão tensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem auto-confiança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas você compreende&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O vencedor leva tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o perdedor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tem que cair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lance um dado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frio como gelo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bem aqui embaixo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alguém querido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leva tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Benny Andersson &amp;amp; Björn Ulvaeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-5603301160651111092?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/5603301160651111092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-vencedor-leva-tudo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5603301160651111092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5603301160651111092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-vencedor-leva-tudo.html' title='O Vencedor Leva Tudo'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TD_XnOkAgUI/AAAAAAAAA9M/wZqiRXXFNIY/s72-c/Mulher+Chorando.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-1295110135290352135</id><published>2010-07-14T00:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:10:19.286-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Eu Sou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wnt3-Ul8WF4/SnUNDcUOphI/AAAAAAAABjU/IK8exf6BEGw/S1600-R/spirit_elements.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wnt3-Ul8WF4/SnUNDcUOphI/AAAAAAAABjU/IK8exf6BEGw/S1600-R/spirit_elements.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou o amor nascido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em tempos errados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou o tempo dos corações deixados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou um coração morto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que amou muito de repente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou a morte de um coração doente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou o espaço em busca do infinito maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou o infinito que me faz menor .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou o caminho para passos lentos e pra alguém pisar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou a latidão de um caminho que fica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para o mesmo alguém voltar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou um poema que só falta um verso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para que tenha fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou a própria falta do verso e da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque falta eu em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou um erro cometido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No momento exato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou um momento errado,mas eu sou um fato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que dele se tira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A palavra *Amor*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;autor: desconhecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-1295110135290352135?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/1295110135290352135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-sou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1295110135290352135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1295110135290352135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-sou.html' title='Eu Sou...'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wnt3-Ul8WF4/SnUNDcUOphI/AAAAAAAABjU/IK8exf6BEGw/s72-Rc/spirit_elements.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-7290121552079732458</id><published>2010-07-12T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:30:37.078-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tradução (How Can I Go On)'/><title type='text'>Como Posso Continuar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.culturalivre.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/tristeza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://www.culturalivre.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/tristeza.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enquanto todo o sal é retirado do mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu permaneço destronado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu estou nu e sangrando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E quando você apontar-me seu dedo tão selvagemente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E não houver ninguém para acreditar em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para ouvir meu apelo e cuidar de mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como posso continuar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a partir de hoje?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem pode me fortalecer em todos os caminhos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde posso estar seguro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde posso permanecer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neste imenso mundo de tristeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como posso esquecer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aqueles lindos sonhos que compartilhamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eles estão perdidos e não há como encontrá-los!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como posso ir em frente?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Algumas vezes eu tremo na escuridão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não consigo ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando as pessoas me assustam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu tento esconder-me bem longe da multidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E não há ninguém lá para me confortar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senhor Ouve meu apelo e cuida de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Freddie Mercury &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-7290121552079732458?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/7290121552079732458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/como-posso-continuar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/7290121552079732458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/7290121552079732458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/como-posso-continuar.html' title='Como Posso Continuar'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-5415351328977278733</id><published>2010-07-11T02:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T02:44:44.003-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>A Vida Pra Ser Vivida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tkfiles.storage.live.com/y1p6aoYRVK7f5zIJ5JMT8aqF6ySyLdVMfPlnzr5SC1aKWFNA5teK9JQIrsRLg3OUZIBZJoLuhYvSJo" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://tkfiles.storage.live.com/y1p6aoYRVK7f5zIJ5JMT8aqF6ySyLdVMfPlnzr5SC1aKWFNA5teK9JQIrsRLg3OUZIBZJoLuhYvSJo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida tem que ser levada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O mundo é este que nos rodeia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não da pra fugir do presente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem esquecer o passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas dá para construir o futuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida quando encontra a gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ama ou esquece da gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E os dias vão passando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enquanto nos leva a corrente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se tudo fosse como sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talvez fosse diferente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas seria como viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os dias automaticamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por isso tantos sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tristezas e alegrias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estão sempre presentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra mostra que os dias de hoje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tem que se viver intensamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora que me sinto triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vazia como um balão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que pelo menos tem o ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que lhe acalmar o coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais como tudo na vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agente supera as etapas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou voltar a ser feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E isto é o que me basta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elaine Crespo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-5415351328977278733?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/5415351328977278733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/vida-pra-ser-vivida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5415351328977278733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5415351328977278733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/vida-pra-ser-vivida.html' title='A Vida Pra Ser Vivida'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8605087982340465224</id><published>2010-07-10T01:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T01:45:58.313-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Suas Mãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mob305.photobucket.com/albums/nn233/clauassi/casalinverno.jpg?t=1242081578" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://mob305.photobucket.com/albums/nn233/clauassi/casalinverno.jpg?t=1242081578" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah!! essas suas mãos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me fazem sentir desejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desejos que só eu sei dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah!! essas suas mãos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãos que quando tocam as minhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me fazem enlouquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah!! essas suas mãos quentes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que em dias frios,me aquece e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me protege&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah!! essas suas mãos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que ao tocar minha boca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me deixa louca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acelera o meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah!! essas suas mãos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que passa sobre o meu rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Percorre todo o meu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que gostosa sensação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah!! essas suas mãos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mãos que eu adoro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E que não me deixa na solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Autor: Celi Luzzi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8605087982340465224?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8605087982340465224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/suas-maos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8605087982340465224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8605087982340465224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/suas-maos.html' title='Suas Mãos'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-5082633413761838952</id><published>2010-07-08T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:27:07.557-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composição'/><title type='text'>Vivendo Por Viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iloapp.zs-zone.com/blog/brazil?ShowFile&amp;amp;image=1265511735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://iloapp.zs-zone.com/blog/brazil?ShowFile&amp;amp;image=1265511735.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem motivo vou vivendo por aí por viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meus valores tão confusos reprimidos por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Troco passos sem sentido pelas ruas sem saber aonde ir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E viver já nada mais significa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até já me esqueci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Volto para casa onde eu procuro me esconder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De pessoas que acreditam meus problemas resolver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas eu insisto em cultivar sua presença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo sem você saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ainda espero a cada dia sua volta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É só você querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As lembranças me chegam sempre em noites tão vazias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E mexem tanto com minha cabeça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que quando o sono vem o dia já nasceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A distância me tira pouco a pouco a esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De ter você comigo novamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E reviver aquele nosso grande amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tantos planos, sonhos, feitos em pedaços por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que tolice tanto amor desperdiçado por nós dois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E na solidão me agarro a qualquer coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que ainda resta desse amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra sentir sua presença novamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seja como for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marcio Greyck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-5082633413761838952?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/5082633413761838952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/vivendo-por-viver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5082633413761838952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5082633413761838952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/vivendo-por-viver.html' title='Vivendo Por Viver'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-3908529324521500498</id><published>2010-07-04T00:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:51:05.319-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Quando Precisar de Mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TDAEt2TBj5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/yZdw0S-3i7E/s1600/ANJOSENSACIONAL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TDAEt2TBj5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/yZdw0S-3i7E/s320/ANJOSENSACIONAL.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toda vez que precisar de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grite meu nome ao vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ele me trará o recado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando precisar de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ouça uma música suave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de olhos fechados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre que precisar de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;olhe a lua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e a luz abraçará você como eu faria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se precisar de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dance na chuva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;água que correr em teu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;serão as lágrimas que choraria com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E se não houver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vento, música, lua ou chuva,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;faça uma oração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e o meu anjo se unirá ao seu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para lhe por no colo e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lhe dar conforto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sempre que você precisar de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Felipe Azevedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-3908529324521500498?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/3908529324521500498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-precisar-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/3908529324521500498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/3908529324521500498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-precisar-de-mim.html' title='Quando Precisar de Mim'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TDAEt2TBj5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/yZdw0S-3i7E/s72-c/ANJOSENSACIONAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-6039935722396234884</id><published>2010-07-01T01:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T01:32:27.956-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Se te amo, não sei!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TCwaGXeYAeI/AAAAAAAAA8c/8mgNPW-jiRg/s1600/Mulher+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+na+m%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TCwaGXeYAeI/AAAAAAAAA8c/8mgNPW-jiRg/s400/Mulher+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+na+m%C3%A3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amar! se te amo,não sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ouço ai pronunciar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa palavra de modo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que não sei o que é amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se amar é sonhar contigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se é pensar, velando, em ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se é ter-te na alma presente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todo esquecido de mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se é cobiçar-te,querer-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como uma bênção dos céus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A ti somente na terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como lá em cima a Deus;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se é dar a vida,o futuro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para dizer que te amei:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amo;porém se te amo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como ouço dizer, não sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Autor: Gonsalves Dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-6039935722396234884?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/6039935722396234884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-te-amo-nao-sei.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/6039935722396234884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/6039935722396234884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-te-amo-nao-sei.html' title='Se te amo, não sei!!'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/TCwaGXeYAeI/AAAAAAAAA8c/8mgNPW-jiRg/s72-c/Mulher+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+na+m%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-4916464952361880508</id><published>2010-06-30T01:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T01:41:13.964-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composição'/><title type='text'>Me Deixas Louca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAALT45SgWwMVrI0Dscc6GVQIIQwEh-HgL8RMKuTXnlZZ9sLC1jVupoxemWvNtk_LzZ7nvgR3xkTeTFhGiHouFZCoAm1T1UDi0reVCxzLXxj41vEZmgLvdOmYk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAALT45SgWwMVrI0Dscc6GVQIIQwEh-HgL8RMKuTXnlZZ9sLC1jVupoxemWvNtk_LzZ7nvgR3xkTeTFhGiHouFZCoAm1T1UDi0reVCxzLXxj41vEZmgLvdOmYk.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando caminho pela rua lado a lado com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me deixas louca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E quando escuto o som alegre do teu riso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que me dá tanta alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me deixas louca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me deixas louca quando vejo mais um dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pouco a pouco entardecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E chega a hora de ir pro quarto escutar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As coisas lindas que começas a dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me deixas louca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando me pedes por favor que nossa lâmpada se apague&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me deixas louca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando transmites o calor de tuas mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pro meu corpo que te espera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me deixas louca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E quando sinto que teus braços se cruzaram em minhas costas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desaparecem as palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outros sons enchem o espaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você me abraça, a noite passa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me deixas louca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-4916464952361880508?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/4916464952361880508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/deixas-louca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4916464952361880508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4916464952361880508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/deixas-louca.html' title='Me Deixas Louca'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-4158699089712769068</id><published>2010-06-28T22:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T22:07:34.553-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composição'/><title type='text'>Em Algum Lugar Além do Arco-íris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.tinypic.com/k9j6eh.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/k9j6eh.gif" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em algum lugar além do arco-íris,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bem lá no alto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E os sonhos que você sonhou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma vez em um conto de ninar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em algum lugar além do arco-íris,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pássaros azuis voam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E os sonhos que você sonhou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sonhos realmente se tornam realidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Algum dia eu desejarei em cima de uma estrela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E acordarei onde as nuvens estarão bem atrás de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde problemas derretem como balas de limão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Longe, acima dos topos das chaminés, é onde você me encontrará&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em algum lugar além do arco-íris, pássaros azuis voam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o sonho que você desafiar, porque então, oh porquê eu não posso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bom, eu vejo árvores verdes e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rosas vermelhas também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vou assisti-las florescer pra mim e pra você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu penso comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que mundo maravilhoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bem, eu vejo os céus azuis e as nuvens brancas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o brilho do dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu gosto do escuro e eu penso comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que mundo maravilhoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As cores do arco-íris tão bonitas no céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Também estão no rosto das pessoas que passam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vejo amigos apertando as mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dizendo, "como vai você?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eles estão realmente dizendo, "eu... eu amo você!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu ouço bebês chorando e eu os vejo crescer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eles vão aprender muito mais do que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nós saberemos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu penso comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que mundo maravilhoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harold Arlen e E.Y. Harburg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte Imagem: photobucket.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-4158699089712769068?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/4158699089712769068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/em-algum-lugar-alem-do-arco-iris.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4158699089712769068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4158699089712769068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/em-algum-lugar-alem-do-arco-iris.html' title='Em Algum Lugar Além do Arco-íris'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/k9j6eh_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-7656646204188907865</id><published>2010-06-28T21:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:06:57.151-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Amo-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/wsapaixonados.loveblog.com.br/images/gd/1224514835/Amo-te.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/wsapaixonados.loveblog.com.br/images/gd/1224514835/Amo-te.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amo-te quando em largo, alto e profundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minh’alma alcança quando, transportada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sente, alongando os olhos deste mundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os fins do Ser, a Graça entressonhada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amo-te em cada dia, hora e segundo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;À luz do sol, na noite sossegada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E é tão pura a paixão de que me inundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quanto o pudor dos que não pedem nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amo-te com o doer das velhas penas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com sorrisos, com lágrimas de prece,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a fé da minha infância, ingênua e forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amo-te até nas coisas mais pequenas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por toda a vida. E, assim Deus o quisesse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ainda mais te amarei depois da morte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elizabeth Barrett Browning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Esta poesia foi dedicada ao marido da autora)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-7656646204188907865?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/7656646204188907865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/amo-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/7656646204188907865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/7656646204188907865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/amo-te.html' title='Amo-te...'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8671016068646229362</id><published>2010-06-27T23:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:04:03.227-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritora e Poeta'/><title type='text'>Da Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5J8szvhaaU/SrOjVu4UJtI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Dga1pYvAR8U/s1600/fada_da_noite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5J8szvhaaU/SrOjVu4UJtI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Dga1pYvAR8U/s320/fada_da_noite.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que canto há de cantar o que perdura?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sombra, o sonho, o labirinto, o caos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vertigem de ser, a asa, o grito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que mitos, meu amor, entre os lençóis:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que tu pensas gozo é tão finito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o que pensas amor é muito mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como cobrir-te de pássaros e plumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ao mesmo tempo te dizer adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque imperfeito és carne e perecível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o que eu desejo é luz e imaterial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que canto há de cantar o indefinível?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O toque sem tocar, o olhar sem ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A alma, amor, entrelaçada dos indescritíveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como te amar, sem nunca merecer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hilda Hilst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8671016068646229362?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8671016068646229362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/da-noite.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8671016068646229362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8671016068646229362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/da-noite.html' title='Da Noite'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5J8szvhaaU/SrOjVu4UJtI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Dga1pYvAR8U/s72-c/fada_da_noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-2377873607938344419</id><published>2010-06-26T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T20:00:44.719-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composição'/><title type='text'>Eu Te Devoro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__NkKyIGi6a8/SN1aSWJr1PI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ihLmnE8KdEE/s1600/HS0795.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__NkKyIGi6a8/SN1aSWJr1PI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ihLmnE8KdEE/s320/HS0795.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teus sinais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me confundem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da cabeça aos pés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas por dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu te devoro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não me diz exato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem tu és&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu te devoro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te devoraria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A qualquer preço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque te ignoro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te conheço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando chove ou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando faz frio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noutro plano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te devoraria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tal Caetano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Leonardo DiCaprio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É um milagre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo que Deus criou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pensando em você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fez a via-láctea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fez os Dinossauros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem pensar em nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fez a minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E te deu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem contar os dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que me faz morrer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem saber de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jogado à Solidão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas se quer saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se eu quero outra vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não! Não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero mesmo é viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra esperar, esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devorar você..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Djavan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-2377873607938344419?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/2377873607938344419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-te-devoro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/2377873607938344419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/2377873607938344419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu-te-devoro.html' title='Eu Te Devoro'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__NkKyIGi6a8/SN1aSWJr1PI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ihLmnE8KdEE/s72-c/HS0795.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-1066814290319616333</id><published>2010-06-25T00:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:27:09.853-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Ternura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensandoemfamilia.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/TERNURA-295x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://pensandoemfamilia.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/TERNURA-295x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu te peço perdão por te amar de repente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embora o meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seja uma velha canção nos teus ouvidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Das horas que passei à sombra dos teus gestos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bebendo em tua boca o perfume dos sorrisos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Das noites que vivi acalentando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pela graça indizível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dos teus passos eternamente fugindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trago a doçura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dos que aceitam melancolicamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E posso te dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que o grande afeto que te deixo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não traz o exaspero das lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem a fascinação das promessas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem as misteriosas palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dos véus da alma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É um sossego, uma unção,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um transbordamento de carícias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E só te pede que te repouses quieta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;muito quieta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E deixes que as mãos cálidas da noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;encontrem sem fatalidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o olhar estático da aurora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vinícios de Moraes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-1066814290319616333?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/1066814290319616333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/ternura.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1066814290319616333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1066814290319616333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/ternura.html' title='Ternura'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-6587021059578790410</id><published>2010-06-23T21:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:35:12.008-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composição'/><title type='text'>O Jeito Como Éramos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://download.ultradownloads.com.br/wallpaper/55143_Papel-de-Parede-Apaixonados_1600x1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://download.ultradownloads.com.br/wallpaper/55143_Papel-de-Parede-Apaixonados_1600x1200.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As lembranças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iluminam as esquinas da minha mente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lembranças nebulosas pintadas de aquarela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do jeito como éramos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagens despedaçadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De sorrisos que deixamos para trás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorrisos que demos um ao outro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo jeito como éramos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pode ser que tudo tenha sido tão simples então&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ou foi o tempo que reescreveu cada linha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se a gente tivesse a chance de fazer tudo de novo outra vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me diga, a gente faria? A gente poderia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As lembranças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Podem ser maravilhosas e ainda assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão dolorosas para recordar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que a gente simplesmente escolhe esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Portanto é do riso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que a gente vai recordar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre que a gente lembrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O jeito que a gente era&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barbara Streisand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-6587021059578790410?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/6587021059578790410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-jeito-como-eramos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/6587021059578790410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/6587021059578790410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-jeito-como-eramos.html' title='O Jeito Como Éramos'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-2760217393975335279</id><published>2010-06-22T19:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T19:47:43.178-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Fantasias ao Vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPN0qv1qWhQ/RndKfuxSfJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0MpjphvAATY/s1600/vento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPN0qv1qWhQ/RndKfuxSfJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0MpjphvAATY/s320/vento.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vivia no mundo da ilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acreditando que te amava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E que era amada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O tempo me mostrou o quanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu estava errada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com tudo que aconteceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vivi muito tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No mundo da desilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ate que finalmente fechei a ferida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E retornei ao mundo real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora não posso mais acreditar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em quimeras, em suposições&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em possibilidades que nem sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se são reais mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não posso deixar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você retornar para minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não mais, esse tempo já passou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E se perdeu no vento, no tempo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Solbarreto)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-2760217393975335279?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/2760217393975335279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/fantasias-ao-vento.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/2760217393975335279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/2760217393975335279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/fantasias-ao-vento.html' title='Fantasias ao Vento'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPN0qv1qWhQ/RndKfuxSfJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0MpjphvAATY/s72-c/vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-238235094633022065</id><published>2010-06-18T22:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:44:45.621-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>O HOMEM E A MULHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reinodosgifs.net/imagens_fantasy/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://www.reinodosgifs.net/imagens_fantasy/01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O homem é a mais elevada das criaturas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mulher é o mais sublime dos ideais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O homem é o cérebro;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mulher é o coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O cérebro fabrica a luz;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O coração, o AMOR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A luz fecunda, o amor ressuscita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O homem é forte pela razão;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mulher é invencível pelas lágrimas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A razão convence, as lágrimas comovem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O homem é capaz de todos os heroísmos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mulher, de todos os martírios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O heroísmo enobrece, o martírio sublima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O homem é um código;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mulher é um evangelho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O código corrige; o evangelho aperfeiçoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O homem é um templo; a mulher é o sacrário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ante o templo nos descobrimos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ante o sacrário nos ajoelhamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O homem pensa; a mulher sonha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pensar é ter , no crânio, uma larva;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sonhar é ter , na fronte, uma auréola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O homem é um oceano; a mulher é um lago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O oceano tem a pérola que adorna;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O lago, a poesia que deslumbra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O homem é a águia que voa;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mulher é o rouxinol que canta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voar é dominar o espaço;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cantar é conquistar a alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enfim, o homem está colocado onde termina a terra;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mulher, onde começa o céu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-238235094633022065?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/238235094633022065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-homem-e-mulher.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/238235094633022065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/238235094633022065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-homem-e-mulher.html' title='O HOMEM E A MULHER'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8822737639992742518</id><published>2010-06-17T21:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:47:12.288-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/dDAI9xKNSyMjyhWoryVsQB3eepA*thvhKTl4TOOMvUKOmM8QN3U58aCGS5x7pTcAgfn56PzM6ch-np8vtDmn5XmZtPl64IEz/Duasfaces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://api.ning.com/files/dDAI9xKNSyMjyhWoryVsQB3eepA*thvhKTl4TOOMvUKOmM8QN3U58aCGS5x7pTcAgfn56PzM6ch-np8vtDmn5XmZtPl64IEz/Duasfaces.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu triste sou calada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu brava sou estúpida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu lúcida sou chata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu gata sou esperta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu cega sou vidente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu carente sou insana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu malandra sou fresca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu seca sou vazia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu fria sou distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quente sou oleosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu prosa sou tantas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu santa sou gelada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu salgada sou crua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu pura sou tentada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sentada sou alta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu jovem sou donzela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu bela sou fútil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu útil sou boa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu à toa sou tua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8822737639992742518?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8822737639992742518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8822737639992742518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8822737639992742518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/eu.html' title='Eu'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-134868979710359428</id><published>2010-06-16T14:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:26:24.385-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i47.tinypic.com/ri9po3.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/ri9po3.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cada água que cai do meu rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É uma chuva que ainda não parou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cada água que cai lá de cima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É a lagrima de alguém que brigou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cada raio que cai lá de cima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É uma luz no meio da escuridão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cada tapa que recebo no rosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É a chicotada de um furacão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agente se sente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gente se sente diferente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gente se mente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gente se mente diferente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gente semente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semente plantadinha no chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gente se mente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na mente e no coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-134868979710359428?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/134868979710359428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/chuva.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/134868979710359428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/134868979710359428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/ri9po3_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-4306272684108770435</id><published>2010-06-16T01:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T01:37:06.603-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composição'/><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coutinhopoesiasesonho.com/Images/imagem%20para%20pensamentos%20jpg3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://www.coutinhopoesiasesonho.com/Images/imagem%20para%20pensamentos%20jpg3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pensamentos que me afligem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentimentos que me dizem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dos motivos escondidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na razão de estar aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As perguntas que me faço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;São levadas ao espaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E de lá eu tenho todas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As respostas que eu pedi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem me dera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que as pessoas que se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;encontram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se abraçassem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como velhos conhecidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Descobrissem que se amam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E se unissem na verdade dos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E no topo do universo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma bandeira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estaria no infinito iluminada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pela força desse amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luz verdadeira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dessa paz tão desejada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pensamentos que me afligem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentimentos que me dizem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dos motivos escondidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na razão de estar aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu penso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nas razões,na existência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contemplando a natureza nesse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde às vezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aparentes coicidências&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Têm motivos mais profundos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se as flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se misturam pelos campos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É que flores diferentes vivem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;juntas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a voz dos ventos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na canção de Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Responde todas as perguntas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pensamentos que me afligem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sentimentos que me dizem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roberto Carlos/Erasmo Carlos&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/7466194341169479315-4306272684108770435?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/4306272684108770435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/pensamentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4306272684108770435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4306272684108770435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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height="240" src="http://rebelheartbr.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/7989anjo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem me vê assim cantando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não sabe nada de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dentro de mim mora um anjo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que tem a boca pintada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que tem as unhas pintadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que tem as asas pintadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que passa horas à fio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No espelho do toucador&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dentro de mim mora um anjo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que me sufoca de amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dentro de mim mora um anjo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Montado sobre um cavalo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que ele sangra de espora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ele é meu lado de dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou seu lado de fora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem me vê assim cantando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não sabe nada de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dentro de mim mora um anjo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que arrasta suas medalhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E que batuca pandeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que me prendeu em seus laços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas que é meu prisioneiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho que é colombina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho que é bailarina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho que é brasileiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fazer maiores minhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poucas alegrias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a ser alegre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu contigo aprendi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contigo aprendi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que existe luz na noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais escura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contigo aprendi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que em tudo existe um pouco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De ternura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aprendi...que pode um beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser mais doce e mais profundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que posso ir-me amanhã mesmo deste mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As coisas boas, eu contigo já vivi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E contigo aprendi, que eu nasci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No dia em que te conheci...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Armando Nanzarero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-5821569488295059722?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/5821569488295059722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/contigo-aprendi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>POSSESSIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM9LRERH7Q/SKzGFTY7GAI/AAAAAAAAA44/gVfBcY_6V6c/s1600/ATYAAAA0TF-Ch0FeRBjKGsHTKpmcz9ofEUTqkajgT4akBvzkvXr8XKq4VJTJO0jSwdCnS-0n1U1CFCaOd17zVp-vqGLNAJtU9VA-RZFoMDWGpvVCVugiagf0VD7iOg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM9LRERH7Q/SKzGFTY7GAI/AAAAAAAAA44/gVfBcY_6V6c/s320/ATYAAAA0TF-Ch0FeRBjKGsHTKpmcz9ofEUTqkajgT4akBvzkvXr8XKq4VJTJO0jSwdCnS-0n1U1CFCaOd17zVp-vqGLNAJtU9VA-RZFoMDWGpvVCVugiagf0VD7iOg.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vigio teu sono imerso em sonhos profundos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem sabe, outros mundos?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, não sei onde te encontras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde está tua alma agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em que paragens te achas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em que cama te deitas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que outra boca beijas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que outro corpo acaricias, talvez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só sei que vigio e desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que esse corpo e essa boca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sejam os meus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas, no entanto, não sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só sei que vigio e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enquanto vigio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passa-se o tempo e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu, adormecido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem liga pra mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas eu continuo mesmo assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nessa vigília, nessa incerteza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E nesse desejo que não tem fim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grace Spiller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-6501758427506672986?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/6501758427506672986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/possessiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;as mais enroladas acabam tendo saídas incríveis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por causa de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as coisas mais chatas ficam ao menos toleráveis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as mais misteriosas, objetivas e claras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as mais impossíveis são feitas na mesma hora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por causa de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;os momentos muito sofridos passam mais rápido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as frustrações mais amargas dóem menos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;os medos mais terríveis não me assustam tanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-1005869383502370600?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/1005869383502370600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/por-causa-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1005869383502370600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1005869383502370600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/por-causa-de-voce.html' title='Por causa de 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/3313csi.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os céus que me seguem são assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fechados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ribemboam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;batem com as estrelas na minha cara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me jogam em buracos negros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em auroras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;perdidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;entre pingos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de chuvas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que se perdem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e nem chegam ao solo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e nem molham a terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;são assim como que céus de cinzas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;longínquos assomos de luz e alento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que vez por outra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desabam sobre a minha cabeça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e achatam por dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;minha alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de cristal e trincas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;os céus que me seguem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fizeram-me assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meio voador&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meio desiquilibrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;num desajeitado bater de asas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e uma esquisitice de fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tremer os beiços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fantasmagoriam-me os céus que me seguem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as ilusões e as fantasias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e os folguedos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e tudo de martírio e amor perdido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;entre o caminho do peito e a mente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;entre a ponte e o porto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;entre o fundo do mar e de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;assim são os céus que me seguem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;os céus que me seguem são assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silvio Carreiro&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/7466194341169479315-6604487163673987845?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/6604487163673987845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/os-ceus-que-me-seguem-sao-assim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/6604487163673987845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/6604487163673987845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/os-ceus-que-me-seguem-sao-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/3313csi_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-5241442129116958840</id><published>2010-06-07T02:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T02:24:01.238-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comosição'/><title type='text'>Só a Lua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelrosa.zip.net/images/fada3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://angelrosa.zip.net/images/fada3.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lembro que ela disse meio triste uma vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida não é só sair por aí a fora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O prazer real não vem só em caça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo que naturalmente te aflora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só a lua poderá lhe dizer o quanto eu gosto de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por mais que eu tente não consigo entender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida é muito curta não há tempo a perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vendo minha alma por seu beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Permito confundir ansiedade com desejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só a lua poderá lhe dizer o quanto eu gosto de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grupo Absyntho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-5241442129116958840?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/5241442129116958840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-lua.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5241442129116958840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5241442129116958840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-lua.html' title='Só a Lua...'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8013861766522577860</id><published>2010-06-06T00:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:05:15.490-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Não Sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/artesgeral.arteblog.com.br/images/mn/1255563640/JA-NAO-TE-ENTENDO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/artesgeral.arteblog.com.br/images/mn/1255563640/JA-NAO-TE-ENTENDO.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se a vida é curta ou longa demais para nós,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas sei que nada do que vivemos tem sentido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se não tocarmos o coração das pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muitas vezes basta ser:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colo que acolhe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braço que envolve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Palavra que conforta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silêncio que respeita,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alegria que contagia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lágrima que corre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olhar que acaricia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desejo que sacia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor que promove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E isso não é coisa de outro mundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É o que dá sentido à vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É o que faz com que ela não seja nem curta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem longa demais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas que seja intensa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verdadeira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pura . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enquanto durar . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Feliz aquele que transfere o que sabe e aprende o que ensina.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sandramurta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8013861766522577860?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8013861766522577860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-sei.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8013861766522577860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8013861766522577860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-sei.html' title='Não Sei...'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8435434986251069144</id><published>2010-06-04T22:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:46:41.522-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Sem Rumo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://versus.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/lab11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://versus.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/lab11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou sem rumo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão grande o Mundo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Balançam as ondas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Batem suaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na cadência das águas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escondem minha existência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um barco estremece e eleva-se,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leva o peso de meus sonhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outro barco balança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As velas ao longe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outro segue o seu destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É um mundo com sol,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas sem chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo se aquieta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Num tempo derradeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Numa despedida de pranto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A noite se curva de frio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A magia do silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O encanto da Natureza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Juntam-se ao amor palpitante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De meu coração tremente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As ondas murmuram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leves e nuas como eu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo é uma aventura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dos fantasmas que persigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ondas prenhes de saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escutam meu canto de ansiedade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ouço o rumor de teus passos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E meu sorriso suspenso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sente o teu abraço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E se entrega fremente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A esse abraço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde ficou teu outro Eu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não respondas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não acuso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esquece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somos Senhores,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do nosso mundo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maria Luísa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8435434986251069144?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8435434986251069144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/sem-rumo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8435434986251069144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8435434986251069144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/sem-rumo.html' title='Sem Rumo'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-7409702007911406599</id><published>2010-06-04T14:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:40:31.367-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composição'/><title type='text'>Shangrilá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/3529/xky33.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://img386.imageshack.us/img386/3529/xky33.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De repente eu me vejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amarelada, bodeada, sem ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nessas horas aparece a preguiça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vontade de sumir... de vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se me der na telha sou capaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De enlouquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E mandar tudo pr´aquele lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E fugir com você pra Shangrilá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me deixar levar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por um beijo eterno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por seu corpo envolvente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais quente que o inferno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rita Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-5121445534704925687</id><published>2010-06-02T19:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:03:11.450-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Devolve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtUHNg4WcN0/Sjrc561M4UI/AAAAAAAAAjU/BnHMuGQoUZM/s1600/OgAAAP2PrKp-IX2ew3VwY7_IfXjhfpfqAXesO0xAjGUT2uvV7J3sIUKZPr6IO_bBxQJmEquYjBhaPj1FjnhOVTlpXHMAm1T1UDR82s5T6P9SIOkQhx8GaKcjFJys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtUHNg4WcN0/Sjrc561M4UI/AAAAAAAAAjU/BnHMuGQoUZM/s320/OgAAAP2PrKp-IX2ew3VwY7_IfXjhfpfqAXesO0xAjGUT2uvV7J3sIUKZPr6IO_bBxQJmEquYjBhaPj1FjnhOVTlpXHMAm1T1UDR82s5T6P9SIOkQhx8GaKcjFJys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Devolve toda a tranqüilidade&lt;br /&gt;Toda a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Que eu te dei e que perdi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devolve todos os sonhos loucos&lt;br /&gt;Que eu construí aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;E te ofereci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devolve, eu peço, por favor&lt;br /&gt;Aquele imenso amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nos teus braços esqueci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devolve, que eu te devolvo ainda&lt;br /&gt;Esta saudade infinda&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tenho de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mário Lago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-5121445534704925687?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtUHNg4WcN0/Sjrc561M4UI/AAAAAAAAAjU/BnHMuGQoUZM/s72-c/OgAAAP2PrKp-IX2ew3VwY7_IfXjhfpfqAXesO0xAjGUT2uvV7J3sIUKZPr6IO_bBxQJmEquYjBhaPj1FjnhOVTlpXHMAm1T1UDR82s5T6P9SIOkQhx8GaKcjFJys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-7373665649188453464</id><published>2010-06-02T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:11:11.746-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Ser e Não Ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/photos/josefadobidos/images/505485/original.aspx" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://sol.sapo.pt/photos/josefadobidos/images/505485/original.aspx" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se te procuro , fujo de avisar-te,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E se te quero,evito mais querer-te,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desejo quase...quase aborrecer-te,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E se te fujo,estás em toda parte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Distante,corro logo a procurar-te,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E perco a voz e fico mudo ao ver-te,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se me lembro de ti, tento esquecer-te,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E se te esqueço,cuido mais amar-te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O pensamento assim partido ao meio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o coração assim também partido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chamo-te e fujo,quero-te e receio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morto por ti,eu vivo dividido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entre o meu e o teu ser sinto-me alheio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E sem saber de mim vivo perdido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;José Bonifácio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-7373665649188453464?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/7373665649188453464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/ser-e-nao-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/7373665649188453464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/7373665649188453464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/06/ser-e-nao-ser.html' title='Ser e Não Ser'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-4638587986525312127</id><published>2010-05-31T19:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T19:48:47.728-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Madrugada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://singrandohorizontes.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/121-madrugada_f1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://singrandohorizontes.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/121-madrugada_f1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É claro!! Sempre estava afim!&lt;br /&gt;Uma noitada, música,&lt;br /&gt;burburinho de vozes,&lt;br /&gt;matizadas em vários tons...&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma dose!!!&lt;br /&gt;Estalar de copos, gargalhadas...&lt;br /&gt;Mistura de sons!!!&lt;br /&gt;É a boemia insone&lt;br /&gt;exibindo falsa alegria,&lt;br /&gt;procurando encher de amores&lt;br /&gt;a madrugada vazia...&lt;br /&gt;Já gostei...&lt;br /&gt;...já fui assim!!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, a insônia, desabafo no papel...&lt;br /&gt;Encontro marcado comigo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que ironia!!&lt;br /&gt;Sou no momento, minha melhor&lt;br /&gt;e mais fiel companhia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Márcia Fasciotti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-4638587986525312127?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/4638587986525312127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/madrugada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4638587986525312127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4638587986525312127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/madrugada.html' title='Madrugada'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-933678922104109520</id><published>2010-05-28T01:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:10:15.108-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>REALIZAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelrosa.zip.net/images/realizar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://angelrosa.zip.net/images/realizar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há um sonho a realizar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há um tormento a esquecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flores a nascer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente a morrer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há uma noite insensata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há um luar de prata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maldade de quem mata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há quem morra por amar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há a tua voz sem coragem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há o amor em vantagem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A subtileza da fluidez humana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A água que cai e te chama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há os espelhos da nossa Casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há os espelhos do Salão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Igualmente plácidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Divinamente exactos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há a dor daquele que não sai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E do outro que não tem casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E prolonga na vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um sonho mudo e fortuito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, quanto me pesa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha memória passada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha memória presente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha memória ausente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há um sonho a realizar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há uma insensatez a esquecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flores a nascer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gente a morrer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há um verso a caminhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No Universo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A tentar um ramo aberto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para adormecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na linha recta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Olhar na linha curva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há um sonho a realizar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E és tu, meu amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maria Luísa Adães&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-933678922104109520?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/933678922104109520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/realizar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/933678922104109520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/933678922104109520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/realizar.html' title='REALIZAR'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-9087705288649324541</id><published>2010-05-26T02:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T02:07:39.048-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>NÃO ME IMPORTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/420/420272fg1wbq8wkp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/420/420272fg1wbq8wkp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não me importo...&lt;br /&gt;Que pensem o que quiserem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo...&lt;br /&gt;Que imaginem o imaginário...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo...&lt;br /&gt;Que digam o que não é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo...&lt;br /&gt;Que inventem o que apetecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo...&lt;br /&gt;Que falem, só para não estarem calados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo...&lt;br /&gt;Que acordem e pensem que dormi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo nada...&lt;br /&gt;Mas importo-me...&lt;br /&gt;Em ser eu...&lt;br /&gt;Em estar presente...&lt;br /&gt;Em ter os olhos abertos...&lt;br /&gt;Em estar atenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em ver o que o mundo precisa...&lt;br /&gt;De gente que saiba sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, muito a sério...&lt;br /&gt;Eu importo-me, mesmo!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LILI LARANJO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-9087705288649324541?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/9087705288649324541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-me-importo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/9087705288649324541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/9087705288649324541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-me-importo.html' title='NÃO ME IMPORTO'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-5774084037176691940</id><published>2010-05-24T23:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T01:59:59.845-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Solidão a Dois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQtdvi2X76Y/Se8hHGi_-UI/AAAAAAAAEZY/rOBOy6nr5dQ/s1600/Separa%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQtdvi2X76Y/Se8hHGi_-UI/AAAAAAAAEZY/rOBOy6nr5dQ/s320/Separa%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olhando você, assim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- absorto e mudo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;revolvo lembranças que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nos ressuscitem ou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ressuscitem mosaicos da&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nossa vida....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O nosso mundo, carícias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;planos de futuro, amor apaixonado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A nossa casa, que já foi tão nossa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tem hoje uma divisória  (imperceptível aos olhos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;demarcando os territórios (e os mandatários)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não nos tocamos, nos perdemos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem sei se me lembro da sua voz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(nem para acusar nos falamos mais)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O seu mundo fechou-se para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e o meu não existe  para você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O seu silêncio é tão rude,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a sua indiferença tão fria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que mesmo estando a um braço do teu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não tenho coragem de estender a mão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oferecer meu corpo e meu perdão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e dizer que (apesar das mágoas já vividas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tudo o que eu mais queria desta vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;era  você nos meus braços...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;outra vez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maria Tereza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-5774084037176691940?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/5774084037176691940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/solidao-dois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5774084037176691940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5774084037176691940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/solidao-dois.html' title='Solidão a Dois...'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQtdvi2X76Y/Se8hHGi_-UI/AAAAAAAAEZY/rOBOy6nr5dQ/s72-c/Separa%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-5086262688873339444</id><published>2010-05-21T20:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:59:54.983-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Viver Intensamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.tinypic.com/30clpj7.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/30clpj7.gif" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Viver intensamente&lt;br /&gt;Amar incansavelmente&lt;br /&gt;Lutar pelos sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo quando impossíveis!&lt;br /&gt;Objetivos, metas...&lt;br /&gt;ter cada dia mais emoções,&lt;br /&gt;fugir da monotonia, surpreender,&lt;br /&gt;rir da vida...&lt;br /&gt;Planejar, realizar...&lt;br /&gt;sem medo de amar.&lt;br /&gt;Sumir com os pontos e virgulas&lt;br /&gt;e abusar das reticência.&lt;br /&gt;Viver intensamente...&lt;br /&gt;Isso é a resposta pra tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janna Sales&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-5086262688873339444?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/5086262688873339444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/viver-intensamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5086262688873339444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5086262688873339444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/viver-intensamente.html' title='Viver Intensamente'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/30clpj7_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-4588487772685861055</id><published>2010-05-20T17:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:06:24.207-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Vou Embora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.nireblog.com/blogs3/goticasimhotmailcom/files/02.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://files.nireblog.com/blogs3/goticasimhotmailcom/files/02.gif" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou embora,vou te deixar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não me pergunte pra onde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou para outro lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou chorando eu sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E não voltarei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou para bem longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas não te esquecerei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não sei se vou deixar saudades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem sabe!! acho que não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depende do sentimento, do seu coração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas a certeza vai ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dos momentos felizes que passei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do amor que você me deu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dos carinhos que recebi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas a incerteza de que voltarei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fonte: celipoesias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-4588487772685861055?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/4588487772685861055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/vou-embora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4588487772685861055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4588487772685861055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/vou-embora.html' title='Vou Embora'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-2340533228516978218</id><published>2010-05-19T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:31:43.674-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Fanatismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzBJwUV8jg/ScR5Y4Ry2EI/AAAAAAAAAg8/f6zC2X13Trk/s1600/minha+alma+tocou+tua+alma.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzBJwUV8jg/ScR5Y4Ry2EI/AAAAAAAAAg8/f6zC2X13Trk/s320/minha+alma+tocou+tua+alma.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minh’alma, de sonhar-te, anda perdida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meus olhos andam cegos de te ver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não és sequer razão de meu viver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois que tu és já toda a minha vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não vejo nada assim enlouquecida…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passo no mundo, meu Amor, a ler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No misterioso livro do teu ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mesma história tantas vezes lida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Tudo no mundo é frágil, tudo passa…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando me dizem isto, toda a graça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duma boca divina fala em mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, olhos postos em ti, vivo de rastros:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Ah! Podem voar mundos, morrer astros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que tu és como Deus: princípio e fim!…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-2340533228516978218?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/2340533228516978218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/fanatismo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/2340533228516978218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/2340533228516978218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/fanatismo.html' title='Fanatismo'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzBJwUV8jg/ScR5Y4Ry2EI/AAAAAAAAAg8/f6zC2X13Trk/s72-c/minha+alma+tocou+tua+alma.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-1321107612885498932</id><published>2010-05-18T23:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:43:43.397-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Tristeza, não!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/marisa26/pic/0036w0tp/s500x500" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/marisa26/pic/0036w0tp/s500x500" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acende um sol em tua vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;respira fundo, e parte de tua solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para algum lugar, para alguma ilha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desconhecida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde faça verão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não te entregues morto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ao pensamento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;há sempre um porto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;adiante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde mora a esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou o esquecimento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tristezas, não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joga-as fora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma a uma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a cada momento, a cada hora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando chegarem ao coração,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se tentarem nublar teu dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O perigo, amigo, é armazená-las,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;asfixiando a alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no fundo do Ser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;formando uma outra vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não vivida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de que se pode até morrer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J.G. de Araujo Jorge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-1321107612885498932?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/1321107612885498932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/tristeza-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1321107612885498932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1321107612885498932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/tristeza-nao.html' title='Tristeza, não!!'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-4675207902790849098</id><published>2010-05-13T19:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:13:48.892-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comosição'/><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs25/300W/f/2008/041/9/b/Darkness_by_BabbLeE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs25/300W/f/2008/041/9/b/Darkness_by_BabbLeE.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inda que eu me feche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E jure nunca mais te ver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tens o meu segredo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a chave que me abre em teu poder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sabes como entrar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por onde vir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por que não aprendes a sai de mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inda que eu a seque,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fonte volta a murmurar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contra a correnteza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou tão fraco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não posso nadar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuas águas me levando assim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cada vez mais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra longe de mim.&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inda que eu apague,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O fogo volta a se acender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E esta saudade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta vontade de te ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tua chama vai queimando assim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O pouco de paz que existe em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nato Gomes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-4675207902790849098?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/4675207902790849098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/saudade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4675207902790849098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4675207902790849098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-1937348749528639161</id><published>2010-05-12T18:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:36:37.684-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>Intimidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqUBOfN6w0U/Sv3hTZKN2TI/AAAAAAAABB8/imbyG3LCXEk/s1600/mulher+bela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqUBOfN6w0U/Sv3hTZKN2TI/AAAAAAAABB8/imbyG3LCXEk/s320/mulher+bela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Há algumas pessoas que se destacam para nós na multidão. E não há argumento capaz de nos fazer entender exatamente como isso acontece. Porquê dançam conosco com mais leveza nessa coreografia bela, e também meio atrapalhada, dos encontros humanos. Muitas vezes tentamos explicar, em vão, a exata medida do nosso bem-querer. A doçura de que é feito o olhar que lhes dirigimos. Os gestos de que somos capazes para ajudá-las a despertar um sorriso grande. E somente sentir nos bastaria se ainda não estivéssemos tão apegados à necessidade de classificar todas as coisas. De confiná-las entre as paredes das explicações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa quando as encontramos no nosso caminho. Seja lá em que momento for, parece que estão na nossa vida desde sempre e que, de alguma forma, mesmo depois dela permanecerão conosco. É tão bonito compartilhar a jornada com elas que nos surpreende lembrar de que houve um tempo em que ainda não estavam ao nosso lado. É até possível que tenhamos sentido saudade antes de (re)encontrá-las, pois estão tão confortáveis em nosso coração que a sua ausência, de alguma forma, deve ter se mostrado presente. E o que sentimos por elas vibra além dos papéis, das afinidades, da roupa de gente que usam. Transcende a forma. Remete à essência. Toca o que a gente não vê. O que não passa. O que é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por elas nos sentimos capazes das belezas mais inéditas. Se estão felizes, é como se a festa fosse nossa. Se estão em perigo, a luta é nossa também. E não há interesse algum que nos mova em direção a elas, senão a própria fluência do sentimento. Sabemos quem são e elas sabem quem somos e ficamos muito à vontade por não haver enganos nem ilusões entre nós. Ao menos, não muitos. Somos aceitos, queridos, bem-vindos, quando o tempo é de sol e quando o tempo é de chuva. Na expressão das nossas virtudes e na revelação das nossas limitações. E é com esses encontros que a gente se exercita mais gostoso no longo aprendizado do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Claudia Saldanha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-1937348749528639161?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/1937348749528639161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/intimidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1937348749528639161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1937348749528639161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/intimidade.html' title='Intimidade'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqUBOfN6w0U/Sv3hTZKN2TI/AAAAAAAABB8/imbyG3LCXEk/s72-c/mulher+bela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-1913313410234052101</id><published>2010-05-11T19:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:40:08.504-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>Gosto de Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leticiathompson.net/femtop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.leticiathompson.net/femtop.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não sei se saudade tem cor. Dizem que sim. O que eu sei é que ela tem forma.&lt;br /&gt;Tem gosto. Tem cheiro. E peso também. E, acreditem, ela tem asas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Se não, como nos transportaria tantas vezes a lugares tão distantes?&lt;br /&gt;E sei ainda que ela se agiganta quando mais tentamos diminuí-la.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que ela dói de dor intensa e sem remédio.&lt;br /&gt;Se não fosse ela, não sei se teríamos consciência do tamanho da importância das&lt;br /&gt;pessoas pra gente. Porque quando amamos alguém, a saudade já chega por antecipação,&lt;br /&gt;sorrateira, disfarçada de algo que não conseguimos decifrar.&lt;br /&gt;É aquela dor fininha de não sei o quê, a angústia boba que nos invade só de&lt;br /&gt;imaginar a separação. E a gente fica meio sem saber o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é assim... é uma dor que gostamos de sentir, um sabor que queremos provar,&lt;br /&gt;é algo que não sabemos explicar, mas é quase palpável.&lt;br /&gt;É amor disfarçado de muita coisa. São emoções guardadas bem lá no fundo.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade... do que foi e do que vai ser.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade que nos acompanha pra diminuir a solidão e que nos mostra,&lt;br /&gt;sobretudo, que estamos vivos.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi ainda que saudade não mata. É só quase.&lt;br /&gt;A gente pensa que vai morrer, mas sobrevive sempre,&lt;br /&gt;porque ela traz escondidinha nela uma outra coisa que chamamos de esperança,&lt;br /&gt;que nos ajuda a caminhar, porque saudade, como o amor, não é cega,&lt;br /&gt;saudade vê mais além.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: tempodepoesia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-1913313410234052101?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/1913313410234052101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/gosto-de-saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1913313410234052101'/><link 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center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vs8VxRlTduQ/SATeXEm6XJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0A1g8JVwYVQ/s1600/felicidade_garota.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vs8VxRlTduQ/SATeXEm6XJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0A1g8JVwYVQ/s320/felicidade_garota.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje eu vou mudar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sair de dentro de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E não usar somente o coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parar de cobrar os fracassos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soltar os laços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E prender as amarras da razão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voar livre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com todos os meus defeitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra que eu possa libertar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os meus direitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E não cobrar dessa vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem rumos e nem decisões!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje eu preciso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e vou mudar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dividir no tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E somar no vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todas as coisas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que um dia sonhei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;conquistar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque sou mulher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como qualquer uma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com dúvidas e soluções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com erros e acertos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amor e desamor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suave como a gaivota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ferina como a leoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tranqüila e pacificadora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Irreverente e revolucionária!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feliz e infeliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Realista e sonhadora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Submissa por condição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas independente por opinião,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque sou mulher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com todas as incoerências&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que fazem de nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um forte sexo fraco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vanuza e Sérgio Sá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8285197403007242518?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8285197403007242518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/mudancas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8285197403007242518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8285197403007242518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/mudancas.html' title='Mudanças'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vs8VxRlTduQ/SATeXEm6XJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0A1g8JVwYVQ/s72-c/felicidade_garota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-1297356106149656300</id><published>2010-05-09T14:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:48:57.673-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Data comemorativa'/><title type='text'>Nossa Mãe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S-b1ZawA9OI/AAAAAAAAA5c/1cg0ZtikRKU/s1600/aracycrespo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S-b1ZawA9OI/AAAAAAAAA5c/1cg0ZtikRKU/s320/aracycrespo2.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Falarmos dela é muito fácil, pois só teremos elogios e nem uma queixa nestes nossos anos de vida ao seu lado. Então para começar faremos uma breve lista de tudo o que ela fez, do que ela é e quanto representa para nós:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela com certeza nós carregou no ventre com a alegria de poder ser mãe;&lt;br /&gt;Ela  esperou ansiosamente a nossa chegada cheia de amor e felicidade;&lt;br /&gt;Ela nos amamentou com carinho durante um longo tempo;&lt;br /&gt;Ela nos ajudou a crescer e ser desde criança a sermos pessoas gentis e a respeitar o próximo;&lt;br /&gt;Ela nos incentivou a estudar sempre e que cultura era a única coisa que ninguém nos tiraria;&lt;br /&gt;Ela nos protegeu dos medos da infância e sempre dizia que amanhã era outro dia e quando o sol  chegasse, nos variemos  que eles não existem;&lt;br /&gt;Ela nos levou à primeira festa quando adolescente;&lt;br /&gt;Ela nos ensinou que nos livros agente viaja para um mundo mágico e que lá tudo é um sonho lindo;&lt;br /&gt;Ela nós disse que a guerra é injusta mais que nos não podemos fazer muito para impedir;&lt;br /&gt;Ela nos ensinou  que devemos lutar pelos nossos direitos ;&lt;br /&gt;Ela nos levou para assistirmos o nosso  primeiro filme no cinema e nos mostrou este  mundo mágico;&lt;br /&gt;Ela nos apoiou e apóia em qualquer decisão;&lt;br /&gt;Ela ficou do nosso lado quando precisamos;&lt;br /&gt;Ela ficou ainda mais feliz ainda quando foi avó e pode segurar os netos nos braços;&lt;br /&gt;Ela nos deu força quando pensamos que o mundo tinha acabado  e repetiu a mesma frase de sempre, que o sol traz com ele a verdade da vida e tange a escuridão para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;Ela é a pessoa mais forte que conhecemos;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sabe tirar de cada queda uma lição para continuar vivendo feliz;&lt;br /&gt;Ela  nos da a certeza de que somos os filhos mais felizes do mundo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamãe nos te amamos e queremos agradecer tudo o que sempre fez por nos e o que nos dar de amor, carinho e compreensão sem que seja preciso pedir. Um lindo dia das mães e seja sempre esta fortaleza em forma de mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus Filhos Jacyra, Elaine, Oscar e Mirtes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-1297356106149656300?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/1297356106149656300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/nossa-mae.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1297356106149656300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1297356106149656300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/nossa-mae.html' title='Nossa Mãe!'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S-b1ZawA9OI/AAAAAAAAA5c/1cg0ZtikRKU/s72-c/aracycrespo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8528677658274934088</id><published>2010-05-08T19:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:22:10.531-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>Decifra-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R-pmuBrGko0/SseusfFg-yI/AAAAAAAAAfw/F-DSG-gaqQE/s1600/CONFUS%7E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R-pmuBrGko0/SseusfFg-yI/AAAAAAAAAfw/F-DSG-gaqQE/s400/CONFUS%7E1.JPG" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não me venha falar de razão, não me cobre lógica,&lt;br /&gt;Não me peça coerência, eu sou pura emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho razões e motivações próprias, sou movido por paixão, essa é minha religião e minha ciência.&lt;br /&gt;Não meça meus sentimentos, nem tente compará-los a nada,&lt;br /&gt;deles sei eu, eu e meus fantasmas, eu e meus medos, eu e minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Sua incerteza me fere, mas não me mata.&lt;br /&gt;Suas dúvidas me açoitam, mas não deixam cicatrizes.&lt;br /&gt;Não me fale de nuvens, eu sou Sol e Lua.&lt;br /&gt;Não conte as poças, eu sou mar, profundo, intenso, passional.&lt;br /&gt;Não exija prazos e datas, eu sou eterno e atemporal.&lt;br /&gt;Não imponha condições, eu sou absolutamente incondicional.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere explicações, não as tenho, apenas aconteço, sem hora, local ou ordem.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo em cada molécula, sou o todo e sou uno, você não me vê, mas me sente.&lt;br /&gt;Estou tanto na sua solidão, quanto no seu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Vive-se por mim, morre-se por mim, sobrevive-se sem mim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou começo e fim, e todo o meio.&lt;br /&gt;Sou seu objetivo, sua razão que a razão ignora e desconhece.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho milhões de definições, todas certas, todas imperfeitas,&lt;br /&gt;todas lógicas apenas em motivações pessoais, todas corretas, todas erradas.&lt;br /&gt;Sou tudo, sem mim, tudo é nada.&lt;br /&gt;Sou amanhecer, sou Fênix, renasço das cinzas, sei quando tenho que morrer, sei que sempre irei renascer.&lt;br /&gt;Mudo o protagonista, nunca a história.&lt;br /&gt;Mudo de cenário, mas não de roteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Sou música, ecôo, reverbero, sacudo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou fogo, queimo, destruo, incinero.&lt;br /&gt;Sou água, afogo, inundo, invado.&lt;br /&gt;Sou tempo, sem medidas, sem marcações.&lt;br /&gt;Sou clima, proporcional a minha fase.&lt;br /&gt;Sou vento, arrasto, balanço, carrego.&lt;br /&gt;Sou furacão, destruo, devasto, arraso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sou tijolo, construo, recomeço...&lt;br /&gt;Sou cada estação, no seu apogeu e glória.&lt;br /&gt;Sou seu problema e sua solução.&lt;br /&gt;Sou seu veneno e seu antídoto&lt;br /&gt;Sou sua memória e seu esquecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou seu reino, seu altar, e seu trono.&lt;br /&gt;Sou sua prisão, sou seu abandono e sou sua liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;Sua luz, sua escuridão e seu desejo de ambas.&lt;br /&gt;Velo seu sono...&lt;br /&gt;Poderia continuar me descrevendo, mas já te dei uma idéia do que sou.&lt;br /&gt;Muito prazer, tenho vários nomes, mas aqui, na sua terra, chamam-me de AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8528677658274934088?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8528677658274934088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/decifra-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8528677658274934088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8528677658274934088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/decifra-me.html' title='Decifra-me...'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R-pmuBrGko0/SseusfFg-yI/AAAAAAAAAfw/F-DSG-gaqQE/s72-c/CONFUS%7E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-1050251176992354400</id><published>2010-05-07T19:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T19:56:46.405-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Vem!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj52/psytasya/html/lindo11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj52/psytasya/html/lindo11.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vem!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Empenha em minhas mãos a tua vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me empresta por um tempo o teu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e me aceita para sempre em companhia....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vem!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me permita ver o brilho das estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me acompanha os passos no caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me concede o teu amor e o teu carinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vem!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não foge de mim a cada encontro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;retenha-me ao teu lado a cada dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e entrega à minha guarda o teu destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vem!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E suga do meu beijo a minha essência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toma do meu coração as frouxas rédeas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(E cavalga a minha vida em louca ânsia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vem!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cobre com o teu corpo o meu corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cega os meus olhos com o teu beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e me esconde do mundo em teu favor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vem!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E não temas que de ti eu cuidarei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com a doce proteção  da mãe zelosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com o carinho da eterna namorada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com a ternura da amante apaixonada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maria Tereza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-1050251176992354400?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/1050251176992354400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/vem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1050251176992354400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1050251176992354400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/vem.html' title='Vem!!!'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj52/psytasya/html/th_lindo11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-6673909258198890550</id><published>2010-05-06T21:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:12:39.721-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Hoje Eu Vou Pensar Em Você....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.euquemmais.blogger.com.br/amorss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://www.euquemmais.blogger.com.br/amorss.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje eu vou pensar tão forte em você&lt;br /&gt;que eu quero ver&lt;br /&gt;se o destino não vai me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;a fazer você, também, de mim se lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos eu vou fechar,&lt;br /&gt;minha cabeça recostar&lt;br /&gt;e, em você, meu pensamento vai mergulhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por telepatia terei a sua companhia,&lt;br /&gt;espiritualmente juntos estaremos&lt;br /&gt;e aqueles beijos que um dia demos&lt;br /&gt;de novo irão acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah…hoje eu vou pensar tanto em você&lt;br /&gt;que a minha cabeça vai até doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe desse jeito&lt;br /&gt;você me dê o direito&lt;br /&gt;de novamente ser sua.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe nessa minha loucura&lt;br /&gt;você até volte a ser meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou colocar nós dois juntos&lt;br /&gt;dentro do meu pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe durante esse tempo&lt;br /&gt;façamos amor e eu esqueça a dor&lt;br /&gt;de na realidade não lhe ter&lt;br /&gt;e apenas, dentro dele, sua poder ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silvana Duboc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-6673909258198890550?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/6673909258198890550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoje-eu-vou-pensar-em-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/6673909258198890550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/6673909258198890550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoje-eu-vou-pensar-em-voce.html' title='Hoje Eu Vou Pensar Em Você....'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-6818779406695838174</id><published>2010-05-05T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:19:40.115-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Amor e Paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SsdRYk8CwdI/AAAAAAAAGlo/7FKVIBKfOMU/s1600/Lago+da+paix%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SsdRYk8CwdI/AAAAAAAAGlo/7FKVIBKfOMU/s320/Lago+da+paix%C3%A3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que sentimento é este que me toma inteira?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que coisa é essa que nada tem de loucura, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;explosões incontidas de euforia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não precisa se mostrar pro mundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sair gritando pela vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não  provoca aquela fogueira interior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que queima o sangue e corre acelerada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;destilando lavas por todos os poros?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que coisa é essa mansa, calma, particular...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que faz soltarem-se as amarras da alma e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enxergar o mundo com ternura?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que coisa é essa leve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que faz o coração cantar feliz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;faz parecer que a liberdade tem asas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que me alçarão ao céu a qualquer momento?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que coisa é essa tão interior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que me faz olhar no espelho e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ver na face um sorriso constante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e nos olhos um brilho intenso e mágico?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que coisa é essa ingênua e pura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que faz aflorar as emoções mais doces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E se traduz numa estranha sensação de paz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... Que sentimento é esse que me toma inteira?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maria Tereza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-6818779406695838174?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/6818779406695838174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/amor-e-paixao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/6818779406695838174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/6818779406695838174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/amor-e-paixao.html' title='Amor e Paixão'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kpeov3_d-aU/SsdRYk8CwdI/AAAAAAAAGlo/7FKVIBKfOMU/s72-c/Lago+da+paix%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-3584216233808165231</id><published>2010-05-02T00:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:35:19.662-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composição'/><title type='text'>Fruta Gogóia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://intellectdeluxes.zip.net/images/Eu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://intellectdeluxes.zip.net/images/Eu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu sou uma fruta gogoia&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou uma moça&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou calunga de louça&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou uma jóia&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a chuva que molha&lt;br /&gt;Que refresca bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o balanço do trem&lt;br /&gt;Carreira de Tróia&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a tirana bóia&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o mar&lt;br /&gt;Samba que eu ensaiar&lt;br /&gt;Mestre não olha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Folclore Baiano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-3584216233808165231?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/3584216233808165231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/fruta-gogoia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/3584216233808165231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/3584216233808165231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/05/fruta-gogoia.html' title='Fruta Gogóia'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8117531574101697971</id><published>2010-04-30T01:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T01:05:53.808-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Se tu és....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vb4u1k.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2vb4u1k.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se é verdade que tu és alegria&lt;br /&gt;contagia-me com teu riso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é verdade que és aconchego&lt;br /&gt;toma a minha vida e me cuida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é verdade que és ternura&lt;br /&gt;dize-me ao ouvido doces palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é verdade que és sedução&lt;br /&gt;faz do teu corpo o meu abrigo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é verdade que és carinho&lt;br /&gt;embala os sonhos meus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é verdade que és luz&lt;br /&gt;ilumina os meus passos no caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é verdade que és o presente&lt;br /&gt;elege o meu futuro como teu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é verdade que és esperança&lt;br /&gt;deixa-me conhecer a tua paz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é verdade que és amor&lt;br /&gt;nada mais tenho a desejar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Tereza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8117531574101697971?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8117531574101697971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/04/se-tu-es.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8117531574101697971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8117531574101697971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/04/se-tu-es.html' title='Se tu és....'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/2vb4u1k_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-8396971138935752030</id><published>2010-04-13T22:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:15:43.493-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>Borboletas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Du-moYYy9aI/SJIw-sarkfI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dHdu4z3hq4g/s1600/A_Borboleta_Azul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Du-moYYy9aI/SJIw-sarkfI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dHdu4z3hq4g/s400/A_Borboleta_Azul.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando depositamos muita confiança ou expectativas em uma pessoa, o risco de&lt;br /&gt;se decepcionar é grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não estão neste mundo para satisfazer as nossas expectativas, assim como não estamos aqui, para satisfazer as dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos que nos bastar... nos bastar sempre e quando procuramos estar com alguém, temos que nos conscientizar de que estamos juntos porque gostamos, porque queremos e nos sentimos bem, nunca por precisar de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não se precisam, elas se completam... não por serem metades, mas por serem inteiras, dispostas a dividir objetivos comuns, alegrias e vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo, você vai percebendo que para ser feliz com a outra pessoa, você precisa em primeiro lugar, não precisar dela. Percebe também que aquela pessoa que você ama (ou acha que ama) e que não quer nada com você, definitivamente, não é o homem ou a mulher de sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você aprende a gostar de você, a cuidar de você, e principalmente a gostar de quem gosta de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O segredo é não cuidar das borboletas e sim cuidar do jardim para que elas venham até você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final das contas, você vai achar&lt;br /&gt;não quem você estava procurando, mas quem estava procurando por você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-8396971138935752030?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/8396971138935752030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/04/borboletas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8396971138935752030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/8396971138935752030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/04/borboletas.html' title='Borboletas'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Du-moYYy9aI/SJIw-sarkfI/AAAAAAAAAp0/dHdu4z3hq4g/s72-c/A_Borboleta_Azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-768860512738751158</id><published>2010-04-07T22:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:23:11.919-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema'/><title type='text'>Lua Adversa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a65/doceamor/solelua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a65/doceamor/solelua.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho fases, como a lua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fases de andar escondida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fases de vir para a rua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perdição da minha vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perdição da vida minha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho fases de ser tua,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tenho outras de ser sozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fases que vão e que vem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no secreto calendário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que um astrólogo arbitrário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;inventou para meu uso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E roda a melancolía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seu interminável fuso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nao me encontro com ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(tenho fases, como a lua...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No dia de alguém ser meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nao é dia de eu ser sua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, quando chega esse dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o outro desapareceu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-768860512738751158?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/768860512738751158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/04/lua-adversa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/768860512738751158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/768860512738751158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/04/lua-adversa.html' title='Lua Adversa'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-1894157602360445982</id><published>2010-03-28T02:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T02:28:51.848-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composição'/><title type='text'>Se Puder Sem Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beautful_angel.blogger.com.br/008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://www.beautful_angel.blogger.com.br/008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Deixa em cima desta mesa a foto que eu gostava&lt;br /&gt;Pr'eu pensar que o teu sorriso envelheceu comigo&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu ter a tua mão mais uma vez na minha&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu fotografe assim meu verdadeiro abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a luz do quarto acesa a porta entreaberta&lt;br /&gt;O lençol amarrotado mesmo que vazio&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a toalha na mesa e a comida pronta&lt;br /&gt;Só na minha voz não mexa eu mesmo silencio&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o coração falar o que eu calei um dia&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a casa sem barulho achando que ainda é cedo&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o nosso amor morrer sem graça e sem poesia&lt;br /&gt;Deixa tudo como está e se puder, sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Deixa tudo que lembrar eu finjo que esqueço&lt;br /&gt;Deixa e quando não voltar eu finjo que não importa&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu ver se me recordo uma frase de efeito&lt;br /&gt;Pra dizer te vendo ir fechando atrás da porta&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o que não for urgente que eu ainda preciso&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o meu olhar doente pousado na mesa&lt;br /&gt;Deixa ali teu endereço qualquer coisa aviso&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o que fingiu levar mas deixou de surpresa&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu chorar como nunca fui capaz contigo&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu enfrentar a insônia como gente grande&lt;br /&gt;Deixa ao menos uma vez eu fingir que consigo&lt;br /&gt;Se o adeus demora a dor no coração se expande&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o disco na vitrola pr'eu pensar que é festa&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a gaveta trancada pr'eu não ver tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a minha insanidade é tudo que me resta&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu por à prova toda minha resistência&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu confessar meu medo do claro e do escuro&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu contar que era farsa minha voz tranqüila&lt;br /&gt;Deixa pendurada a calça de brim desbotado&lt;br /&gt;Que como esse nosso amor ao menor vento oscila&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu sonhar que você não tem nenhuma pressa&lt;br /&gt;Deixa um último recado na casa vizinha&lt;br /&gt;Deixa de sofisma e vamos ao que interessa&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a dor que eu lhe causei agora é toda minha&lt;br /&gt;Deixa tudo que eu não disse mas você sabia&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o que você calou e eu tanto precisava&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o que era inexistente e eu pensei que havia&lt;br /&gt;Deixa tudo o que eu pedia mas pensei que dava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-1894157602360445982?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/1894157602360445982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/03/se-puder-sem-medo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1894157602360445982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1894157602360445982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/03/se-puder-sem-medo.html' title='Se Puder Sem Medo'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-551828907323788277</id><published>2010-03-04T22:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:41:29.872-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>SE..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i48.tinypic.com/2nixwzs.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2nixwzs.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se por acaso&lt;br /&gt;a gente se cruzasse&lt;br /&gt;ia ser um caso sério&lt;br /&gt;você ia rir até amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;eu ia ir até acontecer&lt;br /&gt;de dia um improviso&lt;br /&gt;de noite uma farra&lt;br /&gt;a gente ia viver&lt;br /&gt;com garra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu ia tirar de ouvido&lt;br /&gt;todos os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;ia ser tão divertido&lt;br /&gt;tocar um solo em dueto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ia ser um riso&lt;br /&gt;ia ser um gozo&lt;br /&gt;ia ser todo dia&lt;br /&gt;a mesma folia&lt;br /&gt;até deixar de ser poesia&lt;br /&gt;e virar tédio&lt;br /&gt;e nem o meu melhor vestido&lt;br /&gt;era remédio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daí vá ficando por aí&lt;br /&gt;eu vou ficando por aqui&lt;br /&gt;evitando&lt;br /&gt;desviando&lt;br /&gt;sempre pensando&lt;br /&gt;se por acaso&lt;br /&gt;a gente se cruzasse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice Ruiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-551828907323788277?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/551828907323788277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/03/se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/551828907323788277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/551828907323788277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2010/03/se.html' title='SE..'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/2nixwzs_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-904590705168305147</id><published>2009-12-28T23:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:39:59.745-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composição'/><title type='text'>Pagã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://esp.valedoparaiba.zip.net/images/avisse07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://esp.valedoparaiba.zip.net/images/avisse07.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chá, chá de mandrágora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pérolas do fundo do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vão te encantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Água, água e sal cristal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para temperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Volúpias á beira mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noite de lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É quarto crescente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orgias em Bagdá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forcas Ocultas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deusas do céu, do ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me ajudem a conquistar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O coração de um Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pó, pó de calendula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flores pra te perfumar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com cheiro de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chá, chá pra hipnotizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cultos e paixões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feitiços ao som do mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O sol no poente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O mar nunca mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Magias no meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forças Ocultas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deusas do céu, do ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me ajudem a conquistar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O coração de um Deus...&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;Composição: Tânia Alves&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/7466194341169479315-904590705168305147?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/904590705168305147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/12/paga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/904590705168305147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/904590705168305147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/12/paga.html' title='Pagã'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-1617936011865201458</id><published>2009-12-17T23:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:27:33.541-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Versão'/><title type='text'>Devora-me outra vez....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/SyroL7YcprI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/DWTW3H7D9Lo/s1600-h/sexo%2Bao%2Balmo%25C3%25A7o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/SyroL7YcprI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/DWTW3H7D9Lo/s400/sexo%2Bao%2Balmo%25C3%25A7o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No silêncio da noite vazia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teu amor voraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enlouquece o balanço das horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Querendo mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Derramando a lua da praia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sobre meu lençol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E é por isso que eu nunca te espero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sob a luz do sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em meus sonhos eu sempre te vejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devorando-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arrastada por esse desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou até o fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nessa hora ninguém como tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que me ama com a fome do amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que aquece meu nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beijando meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que cai num abismo maior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devora-me outra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me abraça me toca e machuca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me leva até onde eu nem sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devora-me outra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devora-me outra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me castiga com os teus desejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que esse amor eu guardei só pra ti&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;Composição: P. Hernandez - Versão: Fausto Nilo&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/7466194341169479315-1617936011865201458?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/1617936011865201458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/12/devora-me-outra-vez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1617936011865201458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/1617936011865201458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/12/devora-me-outra-vez.html' title='Devora-me outra vez....'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/SyroL7YcprI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/DWTW3H7D9Lo/s72-c/sexo%2Bao%2Balmo%25C3%25A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-3246291226015018671</id><published>2009-12-09T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:14:54.752-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canção'/><title type='text'>Estrada do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/Sx8WCIZeF1I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/flDG44PCA6A/s1600-h/normal1151estradadoamanvs9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/Sx8WCIZeF1I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/flDG44PCA6A/s400/normal1151estradadoamanvs9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É de manhã, vem o sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas os pingos da chuva que ontem caiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ainda estão a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ainda estão a dançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao vento alegre que me traz esta canção&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;Quero que você me dê a mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vamos sair por aí sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No que foi que sonhei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que chorei, que sofri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois a nossa manhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já me fez esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me dê a mão vamos sair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra ver o sol&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;Composição: Dolores Duran/Tom Jobim&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/7466194341169479315-3246291226015018671?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/3246291226015018671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/12/estrada-do-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/3246291226015018671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/3246291226015018671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/12/estrada-do-sol.html' title='Estrada do Sol'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/Sx8WCIZeF1I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/flDG44PCA6A/s72-c/normal1151estradadoamanvs9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-262702557958628298</id><published>2009-11-24T00:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:12:56.706-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composição'/><title type='text'>Eu Sou a Outra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/SwtOwvUhH7I/AAAAAAAAAzc/9t9aBSAefNg/s1600/lovers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/SwtOwvUhH7I/AAAAAAAAAzc/9t9aBSAefNg/s320/lovers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ele é casado e eu sou a outra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na vida dele,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que vive qual uma brasa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por lhe faltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo em casa.&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;Ele é casado e eu sou a outra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que o mundo difama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que a vida, ingrata, maltrata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, sem dó, cobre de lama.&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;Quem me condena,como se condena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma mulher perdida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só me vêem na vida dele,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas não o vêem, na minha vida.&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;Não tenho lar, trago o coração ferido,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas tenho muito mais classe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do que quem não soube prender o marido.&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;Fonte:&amp;nbsp; Letras e Musicas&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/7466194341169479315-262702557958628298?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/262702557958628298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-sou-outra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/262702557958628298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/262702557958628298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-sou-outra.html' title='Eu Sou a Outra'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/SwtOwvUhH7I/AAAAAAAAAzc/9t9aBSAefNg/s72-c/lovers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-5468702619934588791</id><published>2009-11-21T23:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:15:15.965-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>Plenitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/Swiek2aC4XI/AAAAAAAAAzE/uwPPtAkhgZY/s1600/Ventania1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/Swiek2aC4XI/AAAAAAAAAzE/uwPPtAkhgZY/s320/Ventania1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não tenho mais os olhos de menina&lt;br /&gt;nem corpo adolescente, e a pele&lt;br /&gt;translúcida há muito se manchou.&lt;br /&gt;Há rugas onde havia sedas, sou uma estrutura&lt;br /&gt;agrandada pelos anos e o peso dos fardos&lt;br /&gt;bons ou ruins.&lt;br /&gt;(Carreguei muitos com gosto e alguns com rebeldia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que te posso dar é mais que tudo&lt;br /&gt;o que perdi: dou-te os meus ganhos.&lt;br /&gt;A maturidade que consegue rir&lt;br /&gt;quando em outros tempos choraria,&lt;br /&gt;busca te agradar&lt;br /&gt;quando antigamente quereria&lt;br /&gt;apenas ser amada.&lt;br /&gt;Posso dar-te muito mais do que beleza&lt;br /&gt;e juventude agora: esses dourados anos&lt;br /&gt;me ensinaram a amar melhor, com mais paciência&lt;br /&gt;e não menos ardor, a entender-te&lt;br /&gt;se precisas, a aguardar-te quando vais,&lt;br /&gt;a dar-te regaço de amante e colo de amiga,&lt;br /&gt;e sobretudo força — que vem do aprendizado.&lt;br /&gt;Isso posso te dar: um mar antigo e confiável&lt;br /&gt;cujas marés — mesmo se fogem — retornam,&lt;br /&gt;cujas correntes ocultas não levam destroços&lt;br /&gt;mas o sonho interminável das sereias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lya Luft&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-5468702619934588791?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/5468702619934588791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/11/plenitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5468702619934588791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/5468702619934588791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/11/plenitude.html' title='Plenitude'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/Swiek2aC4XI/AAAAAAAAAzE/uwPPtAkhgZY/s72-c/Ventania1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-6435828987441980477</id><published>2009-11-19T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:29:03.072-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>O Olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/SwX-x962iaI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ainq73HGdjI/s1600/Fotos+Niver+de+Isadora+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/SwX-x962iaI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ainq73HGdjI/s320/Fotos+Niver+de+Isadora+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As pessoas que por ali passam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não notam os olhares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os olhares sem esperança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tanto da menina que dança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou da moça a chorar.&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;A esperança de algo mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dança no olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tanto das pessoas que ali vivem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou que ali morrem.&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;O tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nada muda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não chega ajuda.&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;Mais a esperança ainda dança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no olhar da criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tanto da menina que dança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou do menino que canta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do velho a morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e da criança a nascer.&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;O tempo passando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nada vai mudando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que por lá passam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;continuam a não notar.&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;Isadora Crespo em 04/03/2008 (Minha Sobrinha)&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7466194341169479315-6435828987441980477?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/6435828987441980477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-olhar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/6435828987441980477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/6435828987441980477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-olhar.html' title='O Olhar'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/SwX-x962iaI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ainq73HGdjI/s72-c/Fotos+Niver+de+Isadora+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-4502445170937951522</id><published>2009-11-19T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:04:37.271-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composção Carlos Dafé'/><title type='text'>Venha Matar Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/SwX5DwXuxpI/AAAAAAAAAyM/jRU0eTJ09Eo/s1600/Fotos+Mirtes+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/SwX5DwXuxpI/AAAAAAAAAyM/jRU0eTJ09Eo/s320/Fotos+Mirtes+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chora a tristeza de viver assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A loucura tomará conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por que você me abandonou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu que lhe dediquei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todo um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou pelas noites a vagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até você voltar num raio de sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas se sentir que vale a Pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Venha matar saudades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas venha pra ficar&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/7466194341169479315-4502445170937951522?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/4502445170937951522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/11/venha-matar-saudades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4502445170937951522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4502445170937951522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/11/venha-matar-saudades.html' title='Venha Matar Saudades'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/SwX5DwXuxpI/AAAAAAAAAyM/jRU0eTJ09Eo/s72-c/Fotos+Mirtes+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-4665758757251945817</id><published>2009-11-17T23:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:39:25.333-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timbalada'/><title type='text'>Mimar Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/SwNeOoBJn6I/AAAAAAAAAx0/EnWfSOrzcVc/s1600/beijo-amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/SwNeOoBJn6I/AAAAAAAAAx0/EnWfSOrzcVc/s320/beijo-amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu te quero só pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você mora em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não me deixe só aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esperando mais um verão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espero meu bem pra gente se amar de novo&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;Mimar você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nas quatro estações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Relembrar, relembrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O tempo que passamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que bom viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andar de mãos dadas na beira da praia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por esse momento eu sempre esperei.&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/7466194341169479315-4665758757251945817?l=mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/feeds/4665758757251945817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/11/mimar-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4665758757251945817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7466194341169479315/posts/default/4665758757251945817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirtes-eueeumesma.blogspot.com/2009/11/mimar-voce.html' title='Mimar Você'/><author><name>Mirtes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175666619291462964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/S_yT9kT48-I/AAAAAAAAA6s/5YtQMwtItAg/S220/eu8.ipg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/SwNeOoBJn6I/AAAAAAAAAx0/EnWfSOrzcVc/s72-c/beijo-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7466194341169479315.post-7963783120719470945</id><published>2009-11-13T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:40:21.633-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta Maravilhso'/><title type='text'>Muito Mais Longe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/Sv3uR8-F-kI/AAAAAAAAAws/DkW1qnT1qvY/s1600-h/Pai+longe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_JyneA5cbs/Sv3uR8-F-kI/AAAAAAAAAws/DkW1qnT1qvY/s400/Pai+longe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403737120106216002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra se chegar ao coração de um pai&lt;br /&gt;É preciso que se lhe arranque a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Se lhe coloque em sepulturas rasas&lt;br /&gt;E se lhe o ataque a dedos em riste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para se chegar ao coração de um pai&lt;br /&gt;É preciso não ser-lhe filho&lt;br /&gt;É preciso não conhece-lo&lt;br /&gt;É espantar-se com o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que a cada dia cresce&lt;br /&gt;Junto com nossos pêlos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É absolver-se da culpa&lt;br /&gt;Retida em nossos poros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso perder o medo&lt;br /&gt;E também perder os modos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errar cem vezes o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Se atrapalhar todo&lt;br /&gt;E perguntar tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E chorar. Chorar muito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorar a seco&lt;br /&gt;Inundar os olhos de terra&lt;br /&gt;E encher o peito de emplastros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andar pra lá e pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Correr pra cima e pra baixo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esconder. 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