<?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-4719382084752085328</id><updated>2012-01-16T10:15:26.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog  Arte e Poesia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6386554329972744268</id><published>2012-01-08T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T15:18:35.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESPERDÍCIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0gzO8ldH3c/TwojrNHDi7I/AAAAAAAAA8c/DJGRMtqEp2Y/s1600/de%2Bm%25C3%25A3os%2Bdadas%2B3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0gzO8ldH3c/TwojrNHDi7I/AAAAAAAAA8c/DJGRMtqEp2Y/s400/de%2Bm%25C3%25A3os%2Bdadas%2B3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695403903924014002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPERDÍCIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei cuidar da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Quizera ser normal como os demais...&lt;br /&gt;Desde que nasci fui protegida,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre representada por meus pais.&lt;br /&gt;E assim me tornei tão dependente;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso ter alguém pra me amparar...&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo estou contente,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada de bonito pra contar...&lt;br /&gt;Viver só, eu sei que não consigo;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém tem que me ouvir, compartilhar...&lt;br /&gt;Ser meu companheiro, meu amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Dizer palavras doces, me amar...&lt;br /&gt;Valeria ser inteligente,&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida me obrigasse a trabalhar?&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que eu ficasse pra semente,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não conseguisse germinar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6386554329972744268?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6386554329972744268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2012/01/desperdicio_08.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6386554329972744268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6386554329972744268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2012/01/desperdicio_08.html' title='DESPERDÍCIO'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0gzO8ldH3c/TwojrNHDi7I/AAAAAAAAA8c/DJGRMtqEp2Y/s72-c/de%2Bm%25C3%25A3os%2Bdadas%2B3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-8815274490598860194</id><published>2011-12-03T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T16:18:59.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOCANDO A VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EhroAfYvPgI/Ttq5RUguIZI/AAAAAAAAA74/YssgREIlXB8/s1600/Sir-estrada-blog06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 426px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EhroAfYvPgI/Ttq5RUguIZI/AAAAAAAAA74/YssgREIlXB8/s400/Sir-estrada-blog06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682057587096166802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;TOCANDO A VIDA&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Eu sei que nesse mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Pra nós, tudo se finda;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Mas assim mesmo eu sonho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Porque estou viva ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Enquanto eu tiver forças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Eu trilho meus caminhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Pisando em relvas frescas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Ou mesmo em espinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Eu também me deprimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Porque não sou de ferro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Sempre querendo acertar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Muitas vezes eu erro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Agüento as conseqüências,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Não entro em desatino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Nem me revolto com Deus;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Foi esse o meu destino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Os anos que se foram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Sem que eu me desse conta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Não me desanimaram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Apenas fiquei tonta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Minha vida caminha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;Quase a perder de vista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Mas eu não perco a mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;De querer ser artista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-8815274490598860194?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8815274490598860194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/12/tocando-vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/8815274490598860194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/8815274490598860194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/12/tocando-vida.html' title='TOCANDO A VIDA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EhroAfYvPgI/Ttq5RUguIZI/AAAAAAAAA74/YssgREIlXB8/s72-c/Sir-estrada-blog06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-5734592013454193438</id><published>2011-10-12T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T16:51:20.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEU GRITO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-urAwKY6eSQk/TpYnnEGS_PI/AAAAAAAAA7s/smSo16mrK1Q/s1600/choro1saudades.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-urAwKY6eSQk/TpYnnEGS_PI/AAAAAAAAA7s/smSo16mrK1Q/s400/choro1saudades.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662757133533510898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#993300"&gt;TEU GRITO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#993300"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#993300"&gt;Saudade, resgate de uma vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#993300"&gt;Que eu tive que deixar no passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#993300"&gt;Um grito de amor na despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#993300"&gt;Persegue o meu viver torturado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#993300"&gt;Remorso que aniquila uma pessoa &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#993300"&gt;Que luta pra não ver morrer a chama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#993300"&gt;O perdão que desejo não perdoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#993300"&gt;... E não perdoa, porque me ama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-5734592013454193438?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5734592013454193438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/10/teu-grito_12.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5734592013454193438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5734592013454193438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/10/teu-grito_12.html' title='TEU GRITO...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-urAwKY6eSQk/TpYnnEGS_PI/AAAAAAAAA7s/smSo16mrK1Q/s72-c/choro1saudades.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-3716603058828249957</id><published>2011-09-14T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T01:09:55.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO ME DEIXE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4E5qnLQuLRs/TnBgMoaCmkI/AAAAAAAAA7A/uh62ZIpKoqw/s1600/renda%2Bpreta%2Bna%2Bcara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4E5qnLQuLRs/TnBgMoaCmkI/AAAAAAAAA7A/uh62ZIpKoqw/s400/renda%2Bpreta%2Bna%2Bcara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652123302471309890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;NÃO ME DEIXE...&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:green"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;Volte pra mim, meu amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;Estou morrendo de vontade de te ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;Volte pra mim, por favor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;Estou errada, mas não quero te perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;Tente entender meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;Se errei, peço perdão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;Mas não me negue teu carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;Senti ciúme sem razão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;Foi apenas uma reação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;Mas meu amor não é mesquinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;Se ainda me quiseres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;Serei a mais feliz das mulheres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;Serei tua súdita e não rainha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;Prometo não ter mais ciúme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;;color:green"&gt;Não ouvirás nenhum queixume,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color: green;"&gt;Mas não me deixe mais sozinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-3716603058828249957?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3716603058828249957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-me-deixe_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3716603058828249957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3716603058828249957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-me-deixe_14.html' title='NÃO ME DEIXE...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4E5qnLQuLRs/TnBgMoaCmkI/AAAAAAAAA7A/uh62ZIpKoqw/s72-c/renda%2Bpreta%2Bna%2Bcara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6485341779772855014</id><published>2011-07-21T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:37:51.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CURTURA É CURTURA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSIEQPhe1Wg/TikHf9NXnjI/AAAAAAAAA6o/cXSRY5ZwFCU/s1600/homem%2Bfeio%2Bdemaisssss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSIEQPhe1Wg/TikHf9NXnjI/AAAAAAAAA6o/cXSRY5ZwFCU/s400/homem%2Bfeio%2Bdemaisssss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632041054591491634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CURTURA É CURTURA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Não tenho medo di nada,&lt;br /&gt;Sô homi de saco roxo;&lt;br /&gt;Infrento inté a puliça,&lt;br /&gt;Não corro, porque sô coxo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra intrá no sumitério,&lt;br /&gt;Eu inté arrisco um ôio...&lt;br /&gt;Não corro di arma penada,&lt;br /&gt;Mai... si arguém gritá, eu incôio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei mexê com celulari&lt;br /&gt;Das marca: Vivo, Claro e Tim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sô inguinorante,&lt;br /&gt;Pode crê... Eu si fiz por mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamo no peito das vaca,&lt;br /&gt;Seje das raça que elas fô...&lt;br /&gt;Nega, branca ou malhadinha,&lt;br /&gt;Vão dá leite aqui pro dotô...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu saí pro armoço&lt;br /&gt;E a bóia não me caíu bem...&lt;br /&gt;Sintia meu gaiz inscapá,&lt;br /&gt;Atráis do nariz de quem tem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si arguém discunfiava de eu,&lt;br /&gt;Eu butava as barba de môio...&lt;br /&gt;Carqué cheirim eu curpava,&lt;br /&gt;O fejão, linguiça e repôio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6485341779772855014?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6485341779772855014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/07/curtura-e-curtura_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6485341779772855014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6485341779772855014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/07/curtura-e-curtura_21.html' title='CURTURA É CURTURA...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSIEQPhe1Wg/TikHf9NXnjI/AAAAAAAAA6o/cXSRY5ZwFCU/s72-c/homem%2Bfeio%2Bdemaisssss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6899931426810207405</id><published>2011-07-15T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T05:24:46.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AOS ZÉCAS DA VIDA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYTgyWeC4hE/TiAw4NH7bYI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/duheV0aNqnA/s1600/Meu%2BZequinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 348px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYTgyWeC4hE/TiAw4NH7bYI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/duheV0aNqnA/s400/Meu%2BZequinha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629553276366843266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;AOS ZÉCAS DA VIDA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Existem pessoas tão maravilhosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Que nascem, só para trazer alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Mesmo que a vida não seja um mar de rosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Até conseguem fazer rir quem não sorria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Eu cito o exemplo de um ser humano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Que sofre brincando e é sábio no que diz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;A vida pra ele não tem desengano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Porque ele é o Zéca, o Zéca Feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Ele é amigo, é irmão, é companheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Faz tudo com amor e se dá por inteiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Sabe que tudo nessa vida é finito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Menos os mistérios, que vem do infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6899931426810207405?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6899931426810207405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/07/aos-zecas-da-vida_15.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6899931426810207405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6899931426810207405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/07/aos-zecas-da-vida_15.html' title='AOS ZÉCAS DA VIDA...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYTgyWeC4hE/TiAw4NH7bYI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/duheV0aNqnA/s72-c/Meu%2BZequinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6592859981867340858</id><published>2011-06-30T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T16:54:26.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IR... OU FICAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNikEBQjEmA/Tg0LmEMlLuI/AAAAAAAAA6A/86lr7e70PPs/s1600/despedida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNikEBQjEmA/Tg0LmEMlLuI/AAAAAAAAA6A/86lr7e70PPs/s400/despedida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624164258245062370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;IR... OU FICAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Há! Vida cruel a minha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Já é hora de uma decisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;A nossa história desalinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Um de nós está na contramão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Eu queria poder descobrir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;O que falta para concertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Vou morrer de chorar ao partir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Porque não deixarei de te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Adiar é a melhor solução;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Eu não quero me precipitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Consultar bem o meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Na certeza que eu não vou errar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Dar um tempo para a saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Porque o presente ainda chora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Descobrir a minha vontade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:olive"&gt;Se vou ficar, ou ir embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6592859981867340858?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6592859981867340858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/ir-ou-ficar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6592859981867340858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6592859981867340858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/ir-ou-ficar.html' title='IR... OU FICAR...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iNikEBQjEmA/Tg0LmEMlLuI/AAAAAAAAA6A/86lr7e70PPs/s72-c/despedida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6705156511338977200</id><published>2011-06-22T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:11:20.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRACASSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvlVVELRF28/TgLYV9njsaI/AAAAAAAAA54/2-3xcFsxcBw/s1600/minhas%2Bimagens9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvlVVELRF28/TgLYV9njsaI/AAAAAAAAA54/2-3xcFsxcBw/s400/minhas%2Bimagens9.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621293156741132706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt;FRACASSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt;Eu sei o que é morrer, embora eu viva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt;É nada ter valor ao meu redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt;E não me peçam uma explicativa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt;Porque vou me sentir muito pior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt;Meu mundo é tão vazio, desabitado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt;Vagando pelo espaço enganador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt;Eu choro o meu viver tão fracassado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt;Aqueles que eu não pude dar amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt;Saudade dos meus sonhos do passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt;Daquele grande amor que foi perdido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt;Viver num mundo assim, tão perturbado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:silver"&gt;Melhor fora jamais eu ter nascido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6705156511338977200?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6705156511338977200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/fracasso_22.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6705156511338977200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6705156511338977200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/fracasso_22.html' title='FRACASSO'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvlVVELRF28/TgLYV9njsaI/AAAAAAAAA54/2-3xcFsxcBw/s72-c/minhas%2Bimagens9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-5609080601709861765</id><published>2011-06-22T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:33:22.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2oCCRne6BBA/TgKynH45pII/AAAAAAAAA5o/UzG1Q1LEpII/s1600/casal%2Bde%2Bidosos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2oCCRne6BBA/TgKynH45pII/AAAAAAAAA5o/UzG1Q1LEpII/s400/casal%2Bde%2Bidosos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621251670114149506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;FELIZES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Nos somos jovens e vivemos de paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;A chama ardente nos consome todo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Tanta magia em nossas noites de tesão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Em nossa vida não existe calmaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Vou te dizer meu amor, o que vai ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Da nossa vida, muitos anos mais além...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;-Dois irmãozinhos se curtindo pra valer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;-Exorbitando na alegria de viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Velhinhos, de mãos dadas, confiantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;E prontos pra seguir qualquer jornada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Assim, quando chegar a nossa hora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;; color:#99CC00"&gt;Felizes! Voaremos céus afora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-5609080601709861765?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5609080601709861765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/felizes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5609080601709861765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5609080601709861765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/felizes.html' title='FELIZES'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2oCCRne6BBA/TgKynH45pII/AAAAAAAAA5o/UzG1Q1LEpII/s72-c/casal%2Bde%2Bidosos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-3760566947154056990</id><published>2011-06-11T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T21:11:54.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO BLACK TIE AO CHINELO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkXw3X06f9g/TfQ235mW_kI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Wsnw_cLWwOc/s1600/urubus-na-carona-do-condor2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkXw3X06f9g/TfQ235mW_kI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Wsnw_cLWwOc/s400/urubus-na-carona-do-condor2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617174969220267586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#33CCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas passarelas dessa vida,&lt;br /&gt;Desfilam almas tão perdidas,&lt;br /&gt;Que desconhecem seu valor.&lt;br /&gt;Na sociedade dividida,&lt;br /&gt;Para servir, ou ser servida,&lt;br /&gt;É preciso sempre se impor.&lt;br /&gt;Uns nascem feios e outros lindos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas todos são muito bem-vindos&lt;br /&gt;No reino de Nosso Senhor.&lt;br /&gt;Cada ser é um mundo à parte,&lt;br /&gt;No anonimato ou na arte,&lt;br /&gt;Seja lá como ele for;&lt;br /&gt;De black tie ou de chinelo,&lt;br /&gt;Nesse viver paralelo,&lt;br /&gt;Entre o urubu e o condor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#33CCCC"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#33CCCC"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#33CCCC"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-3760566947154056990?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3760566947154056990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/do-black-tie-ao-chinelo_11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3760566947154056990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3760566947154056990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/06/do-black-tie-ao-chinelo_11.html' title='DO BLACK TIE AO CHINELO'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkXw3X06f9g/TfQ235mW_kI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Wsnw_cLWwOc/s72-c/urubus-na-carona-do-condor2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-4963247653218111421</id><published>2011-05-08T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:33:46.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VÉRITAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recadosanimados.com/"&gt; &lt;img style="max-width:100%" src="http://img4.recadosanimados.com/religiosos/jesus-43.gif" alt="Religião: 3" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;VÉRITAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Fiel às minhas pretensões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Quero tocar nos corações,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Que estão vivendo em desalinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Abram as portas e porões!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Retirem guardas! Prendam cães!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Que eu quero entrar devagarzinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Eu sou bem pobre e ando a pé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Mas sou tão rica em minha fé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Que o meu nome é “Caridade”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Pelos caminhos vou seguindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Sempre chegando e partindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Levando amor e liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Lembrem que o filho do “Senhor”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Morreu na cruz com tanta dor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Mas aceitou com humildade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Quero ajudar o bom “Jesus”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;A espalhar a sua Luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#3366FF"&gt;Para salvar a humanidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-4963247653218111421?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4963247653218111421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/05/veritas_9523.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4963247653218111421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4963247653218111421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/05/veritas_9523.html' title='VÉRITAS'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-1581093664152699814</id><published>2011-04-30T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T13:56:50.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEGUSTANDO SONHOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aSUf9KP4urM/TbxvY09QkcI/AAAAAAAAA40/jLDQlJEU5pw/s1600/16neuschwanstein_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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 &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#33CCCC"&gt;Eu ando pelos caminhos dos meus sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#33CCCC"&gt;Nas trilhas que só por mim foram pisadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#33CCCC"&gt;Embrenho-me e cada dia eu vou mais fundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#33CCCC"&gt;Pra dormir à sombra das ramadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#33CCCC"&gt;Vejo-me cintilando com as estrelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#33CCCC"&gt;Sentindo, como se uma delas eu fosse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#33CCCC"&gt;Planando, me adoçar na atmosfera;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#33CCCC"&gt;No meu céu, as nuvens, são de “Algodão Doce”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#33CCCC"&gt;Nos meus banhos de luar, eu fico nua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#33CCCC"&gt;Minha pele é branquinha e perfumosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:#33CCCC"&gt;Só meu Príncipe Encantado é que me cheira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 204, 204);"&gt;Dos jardins da realeza eu sou a “Rosa”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-1581093664152699814?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1581093664152699814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/04/degustando-sonhos_30.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/1581093664152699814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/1581093664152699814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/04/degustando-sonhos_30.html' title='DEGUSTANDO SONHOS...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aSUf9KP4urM/TbxvY09QkcI/AAAAAAAAA40/jLDQlJEU5pw/s72-c/16neuschwanstein_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-5990573684157317937</id><published>2011-04-23T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T10:45:18.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAR A VIDA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5rxh38fqpU/TbMPVxui4MI/AAAAAAAAA4E/TJGrASFtFjc/s1600/fantasia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5rxh38fqpU/TbMPVxui4MI/AAAAAAAAA4E/TJGrASFtFjc/s400/fantasia.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598835628551889090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;AMAR A VIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;O cheiro da terra molhada de chuva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;O aroma das ervas, subindo no ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;A “Dama da Noite” embriaga os sentidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;Daqueles que sonham e vivem de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;O clarão da lua parece um solzinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;Que mesmo fraquinho faz sombras no chão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;Ruídos da noite deleitam os ouvidos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;Os grilos cantando, completam o som...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;Lembranças felizes que trago da infância,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;Que hoje me embalam na Melhor Idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;Poder desfrutar os encantos da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Calligraphy&amp;quot;; color:red"&gt;Pra mim, isso chama-se:“FELICIDADE”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-5990573684157317937?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5990573684157317937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/04/amar-vida_23.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5990573684157317937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5990573684157317937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/04/amar-vida_23.html' title='AMAR A VIDA!'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5rxh38fqpU/TbMPVxui4MI/AAAAAAAAA4E/TJGrASFtFjc/s72-c/fantasia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6053559813919218771</id><published>2011-04-16T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:49:27.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INDEPENDÊNCIA OU MORTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UqE7h7GmqwQ/TaqMR7Ld61I/AAAAAAAAA30/u-bU3qMdFOo/s1600/Independ%25C3%25AAncia%2Bou%2Bmorte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UqE7h7GmqwQ/TaqMR7Ld61I/AAAAAAAAA30/u-bU3qMdFOo/s400/Independ%25C3%25AAncia%2Bou%2Bmorte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596439726532717394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: verdana; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;INDEPENDÊNCIA OU MORTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia que eu dei o meu grito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: verdana; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Saí pra enfrentar meu destino.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, se o que eu fiz foi bonito,&lt;br /&gt;Ferveu o meu sangue latino...&lt;br /&gt;Deixei para trás tres amores;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como tive coragem...&lt;br /&gt;Fugi de um circo de horrores,&lt;br /&gt;Consciente, segui minha viágem.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui encontrar um abrigo,&lt;br /&gt;Lá no cólo de quem me paríu...&lt;br /&gt;Bem longe daquele inimigo,&lt;br /&gt;Que por anos, minh'alma feriu.&lt;br /&gt;Tive que enfrentar minha guerra:&lt;br /&gt;Ficar - enlouquecer - ou morrer...&lt;br /&gt;E assim, eu deixei minha terra&lt;br /&gt;E inocentes, por mim a sofrer...&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/4719382084752085328-6053559813919218771?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6053559813919218771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/04/independencia-ou-morte_16.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6053559813919218771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6053559813919218771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/04/independencia-ou-morte_16.html' title='INDEPENDÊNCIA OU MORTE!'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UqE7h7GmqwQ/TaqMR7Ld61I/AAAAAAAAA30/u-bU3qMdFOo/s72-c/Independ%25C3%25AAncia%2Bou%2Bmorte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-932241965856746554</id><published>2011-04-10T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:31:45.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POSSUÍDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-1OlD2-bQo/TaKD3sz5tsI/AAAAAAAAA3c/H5z5yy-kWiI/s1600/2007051900_bloguncoveringorg_letras_artes_poesia_mulher-fatal_aaronhawks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-1OlD2-bQo/TaKD3sz5tsI/AAAAAAAAA3c/H5z5yy-kWiI/s400/2007051900_bloguncoveringorg_letras_artes_poesia_mulher-fatal_aaronhawks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594178680092473026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(198, 198, 198); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; "&gt;POSSUÍDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quer saber o que eu sinto,&lt;br /&gt;Se alguma coisa me acalma,&lt;br /&gt;Entre no meu labirinto,&lt;br /&gt;Mas encomende sua alma...&lt;br /&gt;Não louvo-à-Deus, nem cabeças,&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto amor nem piedade;&lt;br /&gt;Eu determino as sentenças,&lt;br /&gt;Não peco por caridade.&lt;br /&gt;Sou a vergonha da raça,&lt;br /&gt;Negror das almas perdidas,&lt;br /&gt;Sou a picomã da fumaça,&lt;br /&gt;Das chaminés esquecidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4719382084752085328-932241965856746554?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/932241965856746554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/04/possuida_5161.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/932241965856746554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/932241965856746554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/04/possuida_5161.html' title='POSSUÍDA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-1OlD2-bQo/TaKD3sz5tsI/AAAAAAAAA3c/H5z5yy-kWiI/s72-c/2007051900_bloguncoveringorg_letras_artes_poesia_mulher-fatal_aaronhawks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-7970659198620219532</id><published>2011-03-29T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:23:53.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOUCA  PAIXÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIOVyq9k9og/TZGIG2VPg1I/AAAAAAAAA2M/q6Yxa082MBo/s1600/JB-%252520Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIOVyq9k9og/TZGIG2VPg1I/AAAAAAAAA2M/q6Yxa082MBo/s400/JB-%252520Amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589398263788700498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;LOUCA PAIXÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! quando te pego de jeito&lt;br /&gt;e me roço nua no teu peito,&lt;br /&gt;fico entumecida de tesão...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! esse fogo me consome,&lt;br /&gt;esse cheiro de bicho homem,&lt;br /&gt;que desperta em mim, louca paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que emana de você,&lt;br /&gt;até um cheirinho de "cecê",&lt;br /&gt;se transforma em bom perfume...&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais no mundo me seduz,&lt;br /&gt;você pra mim, é u'a grande luz&lt;br /&gt;e eu, um pobre vagalume...&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz de você todo meu ser&lt;br /&gt;e ao chegar a hora de morrer,&lt;br /&gt;eu quero estar em nosso ninho.&lt;br /&gt;Vai morrer de amor meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;que, em holocausto ao gavião,&lt;br /&gt;virou um pobre passarinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-7970659198620219532?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7970659198620219532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/03/louca-paixao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/7970659198620219532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/7970659198620219532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/03/louca-paixao.html' title='LOUCA  PAIXÃO'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIOVyq9k9og/TZGIG2VPg1I/AAAAAAAAA2M/q6Yxa082MBo/s72-c/JB-%252520Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-5634730224597027595</id><published>2011-02-25T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:22:48.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRELIMINARES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ng9KyOZyU8/TWhDH2glkoI/AAAAAAAAA2A/BF9xzCz_QWg/s1600/Bright-Star-%25E2%2580%2593-O-brilho-de-uma-Paix%25C3%25A3o-000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ng9KyOZyU8/TWhDH2glkoI/AAAAAAAAA2A/BF9xzCz_QWg/s400/Bright-Star-%25E2%2580%2593-O-brilho-de-uma-Paix%25C3%25A3o-000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577781940668699266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRELIMINARES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha passear pelo meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Para que possas conhecer&lt;br /&gt;A minha trilha escondida...&lt;br /&gt;Venha descobrir os meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;E desvendá-los com teus dedos,&lt;br /&gt;Sem que eu fique inibida...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou fingir que estou dormindo&lt;br /&gt;E tu podes contemplar&lt;br /&gt;A razão da tua vida...&lt;br /&gt;Sinta o perfume em meus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;E na maciez dos pelos,&lt;br /&gt;Podes roçar a tua boca...&lt;br /&gt;E... Até ousar mais um pouquinho...&lt;br /&gt;Mas cuidado com meu ninho!&lt;br /&gt;Que eu já estou ficando louca!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-5634730224597027595?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5634730224597027595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/02/preliminares.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5634730224597027595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5634730224597027595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/02/preliminares.html' title='PRELIMINARES'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ng9KyOZyU8/TWhDH2glkoI/AAAAAAAAA2A/BF9xzCz_QWg/s72-c/Bright-Star-%25E2%2580%2593-O-brilho-de-uma-Paix%25C3%25A3o-000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-5490754259544519963</id><published>2011-02-14T13:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:38:57.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A PRIMEIRA VEZ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7J4GmwwQJ1o/TVmdDoe8iGI/AAAAAAAAA14/r5HBD3C4FyA/s1600/dia-dos-namorados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7J4GmwwQJ1o/TVmdDoe8iGI/AAAAAAAAA14/r5HBD3C4FyA/s400/dia-dos-namorados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573658699580082274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A PRIMEIRA VEZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia que eu fizer amor com você,&lt;br /&gt;O por do sol será bem mais vermelho...&lt;br /&gt;Até a lua, vai fingir que não vê...&lt;br /&gt;E quando pensar que o mundo já dormiu,&lt;br /&gt;Você pode até corar de vergonha,&lt;br /&gt;Mas vai sentir o que nunca sentiu...&lt;br /&gt;Então, eu vou explorar as suas entranhas&lt;br /&gt;E lá, vou depositar o meu calor...&lt;br /&gt;Com as temperaturas mais estranhas,&lt;br /&gt;Sentirá profundamente o meu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-5490754259544519963?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5490754259544519963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/02/primeira-vez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5490754259544519963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5490754259544519963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/02/primeira-vez.html' title='A PRIMEIRA VEZ...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7J4GmwwQJ1o/TVmdDoe8iGI/AAAAAAAAA14/r5HBD3C4FyA/s72-c/dia-dos-namorados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-886221428994640321</id><published>2011-02-09T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:30:42.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E TOME TROVAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ytyo8HSWEq8/TVM46D5NK-I/AAAAAAAAA1w/OUIzsXEFS-I/s1600/rato-tocando-violao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ytyo8HSWEq8/TVM46D5NK-I/AAAAAAAAA1w/OUIzsXEFS-I/s400/rato-tocando-violao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571859734116248546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E TOME TROVAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já vi muito cabra macho&lt;br /&gt;Com medo de um ratinho,&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra não ficar por baixo,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pavor de pintinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui mulher guerreira,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sou feita de aço;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fiz muita besteira&lt;br /&gt;E assumo o meu descompasso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das trovas que eu fazia&lt;br /&gt;E as trovas que eu hoje faço,&lt;br /&gt;Não tem a mesma poesia,&lt;br /&gt;Não são nós do mesmo laço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho minas de ouro,&lt;br /&gt;Pedras preciosas sem jaça;&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse grande tesouro,&lt;br /&gt;Eu dou pra você de graça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei pra que serve a fé,&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles que querem crer;&lt;br /&gt;Serve pra manter em pé,&lt;br /&gt;A coragem pra morrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas estradas da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Não ande na contramão;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada curva escondida,&lt;br /&gt;Tem perigo e tentação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim é tudo sem graça,&lt;br /&gt;Na vida nada me importa;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a fumaça que embaça,&lt;br /&gt;Sou a natureza morta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No relogio do meu tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Você está atrasado...&lt;br /&gt;Já foste o meu passatempo&lt;br /&gt;Que ficou lá no passado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu te amei tanto,&lt;br /&gt;Que pensei enlouquecer;&lt;br /&gt;Mas descobri, no entanto,&lt;br /&gt;Que era obsessão te querer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que meu tempo é curto,&lt;br /&gt;Que minha alma tem pressa,&lt;br /&gt;Mas de ti eu não me furto,&lt;br /&gt;És tudo que me interessa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada tenho a te ofertar&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida de agora.&lt;br /&gt;Meu passado eu posso dar,&lt;br /&gt;Aceite como penhora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o meu caminho tem flores&lt;br /&gt;E o teu, somente espinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou para onde fores,&lt;br /&gt;Não vou te deixar sosinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu morrer, meu querido,&lt;br /&gt;Me faça esse carinho:&lt;br /&gt;- Não quero um caixão florido,&lt;br /&gt;- Quero apenas, meu ursinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-886221428994640321?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/886221428994640321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-tome-trovas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/886221428994640321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/886221428994640321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-tome-trovas.html' title='E TOME TROVAS!!!'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ytyo8HSWEq8/TVM46D5NK-I/AAAAAAAAA1w/OUIzsXEFS-I/s72-c/rato-tocando-violao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-2757576381280157239</id><published>2011-02-03T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:56:12.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MENTIRAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TUtoAIhojyI/AAAAAAAAA1o/mqZd0P3Vm9o/s1600/OQAAAK4CcdKOpULeD5zdNeFzUda3LMxYYk6fYKkuEivNG7WnNT5kQIr2c89oWA990o89EeVtvSjCjcFoiHQnereaDckAm1T1UB8-Onag9CnoPdYoMCvT1iXBgF3q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TUtoAIhojyI/AAAAAAAAA1o/mqZd0P3Vm9o/s400/OQAAAK4CcdKOpULeD5zdNeFzUda3LMxYYk6fYKkuEivNG7WnNT5kQIr2c89oWA990o89EeVtvSjCjcFoiHQnereaDckAm1T1UB8-Onag9CnoPdYoMCvT1iXBgF3q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569659715671592738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MENTIRAS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem a canção que eu canto não entoa...&lt;br /&gt;Como será meu dia de amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa e a idade não perdoa...&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem me lembro se já tive um fã!&lt;br /&gt;Foram-se os anos que eu nem vi passar...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo contigo a vida é solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Juras de amor pra neve soterrar,&lt;br /&gt;Tantas mentiras que não tem perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo ao teu lado com dois pés atrás...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre esperando nova traição.&lt;br /&gt;Não te desculpes, não convencerás...&lt;br /&gt;Já calejaste o meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-2757576381280157239?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2757576381280157239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/02/mentiras_03.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2757576381280157239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2757576381280157239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/02/mentiras_03.html' title='MENTIRAS...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TUtoAIhojyI/AAAAAAAAA1o/mqZd0P3Vm9o/s72-c/OQAAAK4CcdKOpULeD5zdNeFzUda3LMxYYk6fYKkuEivNG7WnNT5kQIr2c89oWA990o89EeVtvSjCjcFoiHQnereaDckAm1T1UB8-Onag9CnoPdYoMCvT1iXBgF3q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-5960233422610123166</id><published>2011-02-03T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:03:18.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TALVEZ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TUtayeUoCII/AAAAAAAAA1g/Lt2tPf32pN0/s1600/3da1a089334570588bb5c8064ad49d79291eb40d.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TUtayeUoCII/AAAAAAAAA1g/Lt2tPf32pN0/s400/3da1a089334570588bb5c8064ad49d79291eb40d.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569645187353282690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;TALVEZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje em dia eu te disser: Jamais...&lt;br /&gt;Não ponha à prova a minha decisão.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se invés disso, eu te disser: Talvez...&lt;br /&gt;Podes ter chance no meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço parte do "Clã dos Descrentes",&lt;br /&gt;Porque alguém meu coração partiu;&lt;br /&gt;E para ele se se sentir mais forte,&lt;br /&gt;Com muito aço ele se fundiu...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele alvo, que antes era fácil,&lt;br /&gt;Virou escudo a prova de Cupido;&lt;br /&gt;As emoções já não batem mais forte,&lt;br /&gt;Pois ele está bastante empedernido...&lt;br /&gt;O Céu devia me enviar um Anjo,&lt;br /&gt;Para provar que um grande amor existe&lt;br /&gt;E se Ele me fizer acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu vire um ser bem menos triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-5960233422610123166?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5960233422610123166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/02/talvez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5960233422610123166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5960233422610123166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/02/talvez.html' title='TALVEZ...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TUtayeUoCII/AAAAAAAAA1g/Lt2tPf32pN0/s72-c/3da1a089334570588bb5c8064ad49d79291eb40d.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6208930391580375142</id><published>2011-01-30T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:43:50.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRECISO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TUYhBHo6xbI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Q3gvsgBV3JI/s1600/69763097_3-Chacaras-30-ha-margens-dos-rios-Sao-Francisco-e-Abaete-Permuta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TUYhBHo6xbI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Q3gvsgBV3JI/s400/69763097_3-Chacaras-30-ha-margens-dos-rios-Sao-Francisco-e-Abaete-Permuta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568174292404454834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;PRECISO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Preciso andar até encontrar um rio,&lt;br /&gt;Deixar na beira as minhas incertezas,&lt;br /&gt;E apostando nos meus desafios,&lt;br /&gt;Virar um peixe em suas correntezas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso andar até ferir meus pés,&lt;br /&gt;Sou andarilho à caça de emoções...&lt;br /&gt;Desafiando os ventos mais hostis,&lt;br /&gt;Rodopiando como os furacões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso amar como ninguém amou,&lt;br /&gt;Com todas minhas forças vicerais...&lt;br /&gt;Um coração xifópago do meu,&lt;br /&gt;Que me transporte acima dos mortais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6208930391580375142?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6208930391580375142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/01/preciso.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6208930391580375142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6208930391580375142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2011/01/preciso.html' title='PRECISO'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TUYhBHo6xbI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Q3gvsgBV3JI/s72-c/69763097_3-Chacaras-30-ha-margens-dos-rios-Sao-Francisco-e-Abaete-Permuta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-2007328259272981095</id><published>2010-12-26T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:11:57.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O ATEU... SERÁ?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TResHLJsE4I/AAAAAAAAAyw/nSvuKVRYKz4/s1600/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TResHLJsE4I/AAAAAAAAAyw/nSvuKVRYKz4/s400/26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555097904637285250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ATEU... SERÁ?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes ele se perguntou: Será?&lt;br /&gt;Mas preferiu ficar com: Não existe...&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira e a vida vai mostrando,&lt;br /&gt;Que o mal ataca, mas o bem persiste.&lt;br /&gt;Da natureza, exemplos e sinais...&lt;br /&gt;A vida brota, mesmo não plantando...&lt;br /&gt;Nos matizes das flores, na fotossíntese,&lt;br /&gt;No sol queimando a pele, acariciando...&lt;br /&gt;Nas aves que migram sobre o mar,&lt;br /&gt;No rumo certo, com determinação;&lt;br /&gt;Na inteligência humana, na memória,&lt;br /&gt;No ritmo que vem do coração;&lt;br /&gt;Nos fenômenos das extras-sensoriais,&lt;br /&gt;Na fé, na coragem, na esperança,&lt;br /&gt;No amor, que nos traz felicidade;&lt;br /&gt;Num sorriso lindo de criança.&lt;br /&gt;É triste a vida do homem que não crê,&lt;br /&gt;Que do outro lado, existe o invizivel...&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo aquilo que a gente não vê...&lt;br /&gt;É imperecível...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-2007328259272981095?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2007328259272981095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-ateu-sera.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2007328259272981095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2007328259272981095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-ateu-sera.html' title='O ATEU... SERÁ?...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TResHLJsE4I/AAAAAAAAAyw/nSvuKVRYKz4/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-4972587915478764811</id><published>2010-10-18T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T16:00:00.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MENS "INSANA" IN CORPORE SANO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TLzQf23ZilI/AAAAAAAAAyk/sC_q-oGsSck/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 436px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TLzQf23ZilI/AAAAAAAAAyk/sC_q-oGsSck/s400/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529523688226523730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MENS "INSANA" IN CORPORE SANO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes quem eu sou, no entanto, insistes...&lt;br /&gt;Sabes quem eu sou, mas não desistes...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a loba em pele de cordeiro,&lt;br /&gt;Se pego um chapéuzinho, eu como inteiro...&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida é uma expectativa;&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo com o dia de amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;Eu hoje me tornei mais seletiva,&lt;br /&gt;Dispensando tuti-fruti e hortelã...&lt;br /&gt;Meu passarinho agora está liberto,&lt;br /&gt;Para explorar os galhos dessa vida;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem obrigações nem dia certo,&lt;br /&gt;Só luta, quando quer achar comida...&lt;br /&gt;Sou vinho da safra mais antiga,&lt;br /&gt;Só quem tem poder que me consome...&lt;br /&gt;Não sou Eucalipto, sou Pinho de Riga!&lt;br /&gt;Sou madeira que cupim não come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-4972587915478764811?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4972587915478764811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/mens-insana-in-corpore-sano_18.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4972587915478764811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4972587915478764811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/mens-insana-in-corpore-sano_18.html' title='MENS &quot;INSANA&quot; IN CORPORE SANO'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TLzQf23ZilI/AAAAAAAAAyk/sC_q-oGsSck/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-5036579434871747206</id><published>2010-10-08T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T19:26:53.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VULCÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TK_OtmRiUfI/AAAAAAAAAyM/UuRSc20m5hs/s1600/Seio%2Bde%2Bvirgem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 478px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TK_OtmRiUfI/AAAAAAAAAyM/UuRSc20m5hs/s400/Seio%2Bde%2Bvirgem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525862550570422770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VULCÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que ser assim, é uma doença?&lt;br /&gt;Se for, eu não pretendo me curar...&lt;br /&gt;Se quem estou amando, me dispensa,&lt;br /&gt;Eu logo ponho outro em seu lugar...&lt;br /&gt;E vou seguindo o ritmo da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um relógio cravado no peito;&lt;br /&gt;Eu escuto, batida por batida&lt;br /&gt;E vou torcendo pra não dar defeito...&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho um vulcão dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;E ele pode entrar em erupção...&lt;br /&gt;Não me culpem, pois Deus me fez assim;&lt;br /&gt;A boca da cratera é um coração...&lt;br /&gt;E quem as minhas lavas despertar,&lt;br /&gt;Terá que ser um bravo lutador...&lt;br /&gt;Não vai ser nada fácil suportar,&lt;br /&gt;A incandescência desse meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-5036579434871747206?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5036579434871747206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/vulcao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5036579434871747206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5036579434871747206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/vulcao.html' title='VULCÃO'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TK_OtmRiUfI/AAAAAAAAAyM/UuRSc20m5hs/s72-c/Seio%2Bde%2Bvirgem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-1847035201680395616</id><published>2010-10-01T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T22:30:28.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EU FUI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TKa9469MKXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/QCrno8cCgow/s1600/PPCjcxKN9j9a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 334px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TKa9469MKXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/QCrno8cCgow/s400/PPCjcxKN9j9a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523310778612722034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU FUI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Com a poeira da estrada,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou,&lt;br /&gt;Machucada por dentro estou;&lt;br /&gt;Não perdoo jamais...&lt;br /&gt;Espero&lt;br /&gt;que os Anjos me sigam também...&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que eu te veja no além,&lt;br /&gt;Ou então, nunca mais...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;Que você se perdeu por aí...&lt;br /&gt;Fez de conta que eu nunca existi,&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma trouxa esquecida...&lt;br /&gt;Não vou&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificar meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Pra alimentar uma ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;Uma esperança perdida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-1847035201680395616?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1847035201680395616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-fui.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/1847035201680395616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/1847035201680395616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-fui.html' title='EU FUI...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TKa9469MKXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/QCrno8cCgow/s72-c/PPCjcxKN9j9a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6446547029912434856</id><published>2010-09-25T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:29:42.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEM VINDA, PRIMAVERA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TJ6FQGqNp1I/AAAAAAAAAxs/XidzrV--4ck/s1600/Light_Purple_Crocus_by_Evalass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 401px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TJ6FQGqNp1I/AAAAAAAAAxs/XidzrV--4ck/s400/Light_Purple_Crocus_by_Evalass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520996704914876242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;BEM VINDA, PRIMAVERA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que delícia,&lt;br /&gt;Essa brisa que passa,&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo  os aromas&lt;br /&gt;Que exalam da terra...&lt;br /&gt;Tanta vida brotando,&lt;br /&gt;Passarinhos  cantando...&lt;br /&gt;Bem vinda, Primavera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maritacas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tuins&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tucanos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Disputam&lt;br /&gt;o meu pé de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ingá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profusão de  cores...&lt;br /&gt;Saíras, Bem-Te-Vis,&lt;br /&gt;Beija Flores&lt;br /&gt;... e verde...&lt;br /&gt;Até onde a  vista dá...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o corpo lépido,&lt;br /&gt;A alma delirante...&lt;br /&gt;É o Inverno  que&lt;br /&gt;se encerra...&lt;br /&gt;O astro rei&lt;br /&gt;É mais brilhante!&lt;br /&gt;Bendita&lt;br /&gt;Estação  das flores!&lt;br /&gt;Bem vinda, Primavera!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6446547029912434856?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6446547029912434856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/09/bem-vinda-primavera_9784.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6446547029912434856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6446547029912434856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/09/bem-vinda-primavera_9784.html' title='BEM VINDA, PRIMAVERA!!!'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TJ6FQGqNp1I/AAAAAAAAAxs/XidzrV--4ck/s72-c/Light_Purple_Crocus_by_Evalass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6988080369895414891</id><published>2010-09-13T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:15:32.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALÉM DA IMAGINAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TI7oWRAnO4I/AAAAAAAAAws/8AmvJIwzZ_w/s1600/36940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TI7oWRAnO4I/AAAAAAAAAws/8AmvJIwzZ_w/s400/36940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516602062796176258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ALÉM DA IMAGINAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é, você foi&lt;br /&gt;E sempre&lt;br /&gt;Será parte de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Em todas&lt;br /&gt;As minhas vidas...&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu terminar&lt;br /&gt;Minha longa jornada,&lt;br /&gt;Por onde eu andar,&lt;br /&gt;Nos andares do além,&lt;br /&gt;Estarei sempre&lt;br /&gt;Presente ao seu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Seguida por&lt;br /&gt;Almas queridas.&lt;br /&gt;Nos é negado saber&lt;br /&gt;Dos divinos&lt;br /&gt;Mistérios cósmicos,&lt;br /&gt;Além da imaginação...&lt;br /&gt;Mas eles&lt;br /&gt;Estão presentes,&lt;br /&gt;Dia a dia,&lt;br /&gt;Em forma de nostalgia,&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças&lt;br /&gt;inexplicáveis, intuição...&lt;br /&gt;Como...&lt;br /&gt;...Seu umbiguinho seco,&lt;br /&gt;Guardado&lt;br /&gt;Como um tesouro,&lt;br /&gt;Numa&lt;br /&gt;Caixinha de ouro&lt;br /&gt;Dentro&lt;br /&gt;Do meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6988080369895414891?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6988080369895414891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/09/alem-da-imaginacao_13.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6988080369895414891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6988080369895414891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/09/alem-da-imaginacao_13.html' title='ALÉM DA IMAGINAÇÃO'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TI7oWRAnO4I/AAAAAAAAAws/8AmvJIwzZ_w/s72-c/36940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-3302140916642329066</id><published>2010-09-12T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:23:34.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUERO GRITAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TI2EHQKxMVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/bhHtHHo76S0/s1600/bruce-mccandless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516210378732810578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TI2EHQKxMVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/bhHtHHo76S0/s400/bruce-mccandless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;QUERO GRITAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hoje, meu coração tão cansado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;De repente, tão acelerado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me pediu que eu esquecesse o dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Resolveu decretar feriado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;E me fez mergulhar no passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Para ver, do que eu me arrependia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Envolta em meus lençóis de cetim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Com tantas "almas" em volta de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Percebi que eu havia morrido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas, sabendo que não tenho "asas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Que debaixo das cinzas... Tem brasas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Consciente do dever não cumprido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quero gritar! Mas minha voz não sai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sou astronauta solta no infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;E assim perdida, o meu corpo vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Somente Deus! Pode escutar meu grito!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-3302140916642329066?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3302140916642329066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/09/quero-gritar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3302140916642329066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3302140916642329066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/09/quero-gritar.html' title='QUERO GRITAR!'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TI2EHQKxMVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/bhHtHHo76S0/s72-c/bruce-mccandless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-2978507744476139840</id><published>2010-09-04T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:36:51.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIS UM DIA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TIM2suOkE2I/AAAAAAAAAwM/k3oPBLMoIpo/s1600/OAAAAJx4qfgD3zxDv0vgmgJZRlXC36uR4Cr2FRkr011av2TWUhN7PVlX_TqnZySgsDUe4E6WhHrkg3AUjS8H13a5hB0Am1T1UO_ZGTLfqsWcUPnwbbw-6Z4wcTUW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TIM2suOkE2I/AAAAAAAAAwM/k3oPBLMoIpo/s400/OAAAAJx4qfgD3zxDv0vgmgJZRlXC36uR4Cr2FRkr011av2TWUhN7PVlX_TqnZySgsDUe4E6WhHrkg3AUjS8H13a5hB0Am1T1UO_ZGTLfqsWcUPnwbbw-6Z4wcTUW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513310510782878562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MAIS UM DIA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é mais um dia em minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;É simplesmente mais um dia triste,&lt;br /&gt;Onde a esperança quase não existe,&lt;br /&gt;nessa minh'alma de mulher sofrida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho pro passado e me arrependo&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que eu fiz inutilmente;&lt;br /&gt;De como eu era tão inconsequente...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso ainda hoje estou sofrendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não para e a vida segue...&lt;br /&gt;E eu sigo administrando o que restou;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo de bom ou de ruim que ficou.&lt;br /&gt;Tento ser feliz... Mesmo que eu negue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-2978507744476139840?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2978507744476139840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/09/mais-um-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2978507744476139840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2978507744476139840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/09/mais-um-dia.html' title='MAIS UM DIA...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TIM2suOkE2I/AAAAAAAAAwM/k3oPBLMoIpo/s72-c/OAAAAJx4qfgD3zxDv0vgmgJZRlXC36uR4Cr2FRkr011av2TWUhN7PVlX_TqnZySgsDUe4E6WhHrkg3AUjS8H13a5hB0Am1T1UO_ZGTLfqsWcUPnwbbw-6Z4wcTUW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-1255388344233274164</id><published>2010-08-28T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:09:13.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVRE ARBÍTREO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/THnWlQcpniI/AAAAAAAAAvE/NnVxOLzagr4/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/THnWlQcpniI/AAAAAAAAAvE/NnVxOLzagr4/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510671554623151650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIVRE ARBÍTREO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nos meus sonhos, eu sigo pela vida,&lt;br /&gt;Acreditando em Papai Noel...&lt;br /&gt;... E assim, eu vou vivendo iludida,&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo meus barquinhos de papel...&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei que o mundo era um paraiso,&lt;br /&gt;Com o formato de um coração...&lt;br /&gt;Que Jesus esbanjava o seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E à todos, Ele estendia a mão.&lt;br /&gt;Já não se ouvia mais falar em guerra;&lt;br /&gt;Bombinhas, só nos dias de São João...&lt;br /&gt;E o que era inimigo nessa terra,&lt;br /&gt;Agora era chamado: Meu irmão...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, de repente eu acordei... Que inferno!!!&lt;br /&gt;A terra é redonda, como bola;&lt;br /&gt;O sol queimando em tempos de inverno;&lt;br /&gt;Na mente, a oração que não consola...&lt;br /&gt;Aposto que Jesus não mais sorri,&lt;br /&gt;Porque o livre arbítreo não deu certo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu mesma me enganei, quando escolhi&lt;br /&gt;Trilhar por um caminho tão deserto...&lt;br /&gt;No campo do universo, o mundo rola,&lt;br /&gt;jorrando sangue, sem penalidade...&lt;br /&gt;Mas Deus, não intervém e nem dá bola!&lt;br /&gt;E assim vai caminhando a humanidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-1255388344233274164?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1255388344233274164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-1078555970564657172</id><published>2010-08-20T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T18:42:08.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU CARMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TG8oLAwAYII/AAAAAAAAAu4/yE0DPyY1M-E/s1600/y1pl49r9K_q6I8QcC3_wsjRzEfKzwk3K-68Mdi8veER__nA7lbu2H2AOzbrtix6vRiwhyWOqGkW36M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TG8oLAwAYII/AAAAAAAAAu4/yE0DPyY1M-E/s400/y1pl49r9K_q6I8QcC3_wsjRzEfKzwk3K-68Mdi8veER__nA7lbu2H2AOzbrtix6vRiwhyWOqGkW36M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507665038942429314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MEU CARMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É triste viver sem ter amor;&lt;br /&gt;os que eu tive, foram embora...&lt;br /&gt;Cada um deixou um amargor&lt;br /&gt;e essa solidão que sinto agora.&lt;br /&gt;Mágoa, não se pode desfazer;&lt;br /&gt;sinto uma secura no meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;Sofro de inconstância no querer;&lt;br /&gt;esse sempre foi o meu defeito.&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje estou amando pra valer,&lt;br /&gt;amanhã eu fico indiferente...&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém poderá me entender;&lt;br /&gt;meu amor se esvái pela tangente...&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sinto falta de amar,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo eu sendo assim, tão exigente.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei os defeitos perdoar,&lt;br /&gt;mas não sei mentir, sou transparente.&lt;br /&gt;E assim, eu vou levando a vida,&lt;br /&gt;expondo aos outros o meu sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que por todos sou querida,&lt;br /&gt;mas esse carma, eu tenho que viver...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu disser à alguém que sou feliz,&lt;br /&gt;eu vou dizer, apenas por dizer...&lt;br /&gt;"Há tanto, que eu canto o desencanto,&lt;br /&gt;que a tristeza do meu canto,&lt;br /&gt;faz até doer"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-1078555970564657172?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1078555970564657172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/08/meu-carma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TFogcN6u-rI/AAAAAAAAAuo/gCdINfEmVuw/s1600/Belo+Horizonte+24+e+25+julho+2010+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 512px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TFogcN6u-rI/AAAAAAAAAuo/gCdINfEmVuw/s400/Belo+Horizonte+24+e+25+julho+2010+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501745563930917554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MEU CASTIGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei bem, o que aconteceu comigo...&lt;br /&gt;... e não contenho a indignação.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo se resume em meu umbigo...&lt;br /&gt;Aí, que mora o "X" dessa questão.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não ando mais de bem com a vida;&lt;br /&gt;tenho por mim, só comiseração.&lt;br /&gt;Não resolve saber que sou querida,&lt;br /&gt;isso não muda nada a situação...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso resolver os meus problemas,&lt;br /&gt;que estão cada vez mais sem solução.&lt;br /&gt;Dificil de entender os meus dilemas,&lt;br /&gt;que fazem disparar meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Falta de amor? Não, eu sou muito amada!&lt;br /&gt;E vivo endeuzada até demais...&lt;br /&gt;Eu culpo quem cruzou a minha estrada,&lt;br /&gt;trazendo-me tristeza e tantos áis...&lt;br /&gt;E nesse "alguém", eu confiei meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;pensando que iria nascer de novo...&lt;br /&gt;Ele matou os meus dias risonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Sou passarinho que "morreu no ovo"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-5897419033927092099?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5897419033927092099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/08/meu-castigo-eu-sei-bem-o-que-aconteceu_04.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5897419033927092099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5897419033927092099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/08/meu-castigo-eu-sei-bem-o-que-aconteceu_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TFogcN6u-rI/AAAAAAAAAuo/gCdINfEmVuw/s72-c/Belo+Horizonte+24+e+25+julho+2010+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-7299515575264577179</id><published>2010-07-27T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:43:02.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenido Granda - Oración Caribe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/C6ibfBydo3A/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6ibfBydo3A&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6ibfBydo3A&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-7299515575264577179?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7299515575264577179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/07/bienvenido-granda-oracion-caribe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/7299515575264577179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/7299515575264577179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/07/bienvenido-granda-oracion-caribe.html' title='Bienvenido Granda - 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Bienvenido Granda</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/2remXMDCx3U/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2remXMDCx3U&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2remXMDCx3U&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-8656830552494101724?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8656830552494101724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/07/total-bienvenido-granda.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/8656830552494101724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/8656830552494101724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/07/total-bienvenido-granda.html' title='Total - 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Me proteja!&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor não tem jaça.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais fraca que hoje eu seja&lt;br /&gt;Mantenho a força da raça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-8978099732890146877?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8978099732890146877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/07/fidelidade-gaucha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/8978099732890146877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/8978099732890146877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/07/fidelidade-gaucha.html' title='FIDELIDADE GAÚCHA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TDfxwBtC6OI/AAAAAAAAAsg/_MSiJqsNnZM/s72-c/lagonegro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6981263590802502707</id><published>2010-06-17T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:15:52.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDA SEM VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TBr9aPo9qxI/AAAAAAAAArw/67yQAJfJCwk/s1600/TEMPO-trilho%2Bde%2Btrem%2Be%2Brel%25C3%25B3gio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TBr9aPo9qxI/AAAAAAAAArw/67yQAJfJCwk/s400/TEMPO-trilho%2Bde%2Btrem%2Be%2Brel%25C3%25B3gio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483974123593771794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDA SEM VIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se essa vida é tão breve,&lt;br /&gt;Pra que querer viver morrendo!...&lt;br /&gt;Ficar pensando em que não deve,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem dor, viver gemendo.&lt;br /&gt;Os dias passam tão depressa,&lt;br /&gt;Meses, anos e tudo mais...&lt;br /&gt;Ficar assim, sem sair dessa,&lt;br /&gt;Só se importando com seus áis...&lt;br /&gt;Ficar dormindo o dia inteiro,&lt;br /&gt;E sem querer nada fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Estar casado e ser solteiro,&lt;br /&gt;Pra não cumprir com seu dever...&lt;br /&gt;Viver assim, não vale a pena;&lt;br /&gt;Fugindo para não sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo passou, é o fim da cena!&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a hora de morrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6981263590802502707?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6981263590802502707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/06/vida-sem-vida.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6981263590802502707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6981263590802502707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/06/vida-sem-vida.html' title='VIDA SEM VIDA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TBr9aPo9qxI/AAAAAAAAArw/67yQAJfJCwk/s72-c/TEMPO-trilho%2Bde%2Btrem%2Be%2Brel%25C3%25B3gio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-1245291632559887847</id><published>2010-06-16T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:56:57.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O GRANDE RENASCER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TBmq0pXIP-I/AAAAAAAAArg/Nd6ATkSZMjE/s1600/M%C3%A3os.012%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TBmq0pXIP-I/AAAAAAAAArg/Nd6ATkSZMjE/s400/M%C3%A3os.012%5B4%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483601842733072354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O GRANDE RENASCER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadei no rio das  minhas veias,&lt;br /&gt;fui visitar meu velho coração.&lt;br /&gt;Atravessei as pontes  de safena,&lt;br /&gt;para sentir pulsá-lo em minha mão.&lt;br /&gt;Pude sentir o ritmo  da vida,&lt;br /&gt;a sinfonia ainda vibra em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter ainda muitas  alegrias&lt;br /&gt;e ser feliz enquanto espero o fim...&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração valente  vai pulsando,&lt;br /&gt;segue lutando, pois não quer morrer...&lt;br /&gt;Minh'alma  sábia, se mantem serena,&lt;br /&gt;pois vai chegar o grande renascer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-1245291632559887847?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1245291632559887847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-grande-renascer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/1245291632559887847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/1245291632559887847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-grande-renascer.html' title='O GRANDE RENASCER'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TBmq0pXIP-I/AAAAAAAAArg/Nd6ATkSZMjE/s72-c/M%C3%A3os.012%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-4636602840221820077</id><published>2010-06-10T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:49:49.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VAIDADE EXTREMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TBHJF92aDlI/AAAAAAAAArQ/PoCHtYqd-Lw/s1600/Blueeyes-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TBHJF92aDlI/AAAAAAAAArQ/PoCHtYqd-Lw/s400/Blueeyes-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481383325825896018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;VAIDADE EXTREMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Deus foi generoso e deu-me a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Por que, dela me pôs tão afastada?&lt;br /&gt;Não quero por o dedo na ferida,&lt;br /&gt;Senão, vou me tornar mais revoltada...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse pecadora e merecesse,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez até ficasse conformada.&lt;br /&gt;Jamais pensei que isso acontecesse,&lt;br /&gt;Pois minha vida sempre foi honrada.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe Ele deu-me esse castigo,&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu valorizo a vaidade...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso sempre estar de bem comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Para poder sentir felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, eu briguei com meus espelhos,&lt;br /&gt;Que mostram-me o que eu não quero ver...&lt;br /&gt;E que ninguém me venha dar conselhos...&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho mais vontade de viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-4636602840221820077?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4636602840221820077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/06/vaidade-extrema.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4636602840221820077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4636602840221820077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/06/vaidade-extrema.html' title='VAIDADE EXTREMA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TBHJF92aDlI/AAAAAAAAArQ/PoCHtYqd-Lw/s72-c/Blueeyes-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-262701558717905076</id><published>2010-05-31T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:53:30.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEMPRE SONHAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TASKyxfRytI/AAAAAAAAAq4/jaunGl9DpxE/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TASKyxfRytI/AAAAAAAAAq4/jaunGl9DpxE/s400/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477655651671984850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMPRE SONHAR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo é todo razurado...&lt;br /&gt;Cada marca, é um legado&lt;br /&gt;Para não mais esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;São todas, cicatrizes do passado,&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que fiz errado,&lt;br /&gt;Desde antes de eu nascer...&lt;br /&gt;Eu venho de uma longa caminhada,&lt;br /&gt;Maratona, numa estrada&lt;br /&gt;Que começa e não tem fim...&lt;br /&gt;Se me perguntar se estou cansada,&lt;br /&gt;Eu direi: - Não tenho nada!&lt;br /&gt;- Só os anos, pesando em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Guardo nos arquivos da memória,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo sobre a minha história,&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém deve saber...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, no meu liberto pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos, bailam com o vento,&lt;br /&gt;Muito ainda pode acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;Chego na janela e vejo a lua!&lt;br /&gt;Que ilumina a minha rua...&lt;br /&gt;O que mais posso querer?&lt;br /&gt;E sob este céu todo estrelado,&lt;br /&gt;Que se dane o meu passado!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um PRESENTE pra viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-262701558717905076?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/262701558717905076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/05/sempre-sonhar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/262701558717905076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/262701558717905076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/05/sempre-sonhar.html' title='SEMPRE SONHAR...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TASKyxfRytI/AAAAAAAAAq4/jaunGl9DpxE/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-9165676547220928118</id><published>2010-05-29T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:11:47.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEIXA A VIDA CORRER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TAHfhbnNkDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/mK2rz7LqSEk/s1600/1249538912_img3820_mainimg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TAHfhbnNkDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/mK2rz7LqSEk/s400/1249538912_img3820_mainimg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476904387300134962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;DEIXA A VIDA CORRER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou sair por aí...&lt;br /&gt;Vou sonhar, vou sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não vou desistir...&lt;br /&gt;Não vou deixar de cantar,&lt;br /&gt;De sorrir, de amar;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa avida correr...&lt;br /&gt;Só vou querer o seu querer,&lt;br /&gt;As suas mãos, o seu prazer,&lt;br /&gt;Vai cansar de me ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;Mas vai comigo chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Vai lutar! Vai vencer!&lt;br /&gt;Vai gostar de viver!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-9165676547220928118?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/9165676547220928118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/05/deixa-vida-correr.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/9165676547220928118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/9165676547220928118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/05/deixa-vida-correr.html' title='DEIXA A VIDA CORRER...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/TAHfhbnNkDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/mK2rz7LqSEk/s72-c/1249538912_img3820_mainimg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-4969979182209901160</id><published>2010-05-07T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:36:27.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARQUIVO ESCOLHIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S-PCs05shzI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Fn6Kvd1L7oE/s1600/OgAAAASSqeaC9LNDVBfYd4bUEeLtOfuUkz7SAZqjkCVrt2rTIIYwhwjG8IpqLso4xuSXRQX3KGSk_26aWvIFw8RQDHIAm1T1UOg666EIjNGXbRHjNUoWpOPttPw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S-PCs05shzI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Fn6Kvd1L7oE/s400/OgAAAASSqeaC9LNDVBfYd4bUEeLtOfuUkz7SAZqjkCVrt2rTIIYwhwjG8IpqLso4xuSXRQX3KGSk_26aWvIFw8RQDHIAm1T1UOg666EIjNGXbRHjNUoWpOPttPw4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468428447928583986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARQUIVO ESCOLHIDO&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vou rever uns dados,&lt;br /&gt;Das memórias da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou lá, aos meus guardados,&lt;br /&gt;E uma, vai ser escolhida.&lt;br /&gt;Para acalmar meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou abrir esse arquivo,&lt;br /&gt;Contendo a minha emoção;&lt;br /&gt;Dessas lembranças eu vivo...&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;ROSA! Minha mãe querida!&lt;br /&gt;Que já não estás mais aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti, me sinto perdida,&lt;br /&gt;Queria estar junto a ti...&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti, me sinto criança,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta do teu colo...&lt;br /&gt;Vives na minha lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;Pensando em ti, me consolo.&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te tanto, mãezinha...&lt;br /&gt;És a estrela que mais brilha!&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me deixes sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho-me de ser tua filha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-4969979182209901160?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4969979182209901160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/05/arquivo-escolhido.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4969979182209901160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4969979182209901160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/05/arquivo-escolhido.html' title='ARQUIVO ESCOLHIDO'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S-PCs05shzI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Fn6Kvd1L7oE/s72-c/OgAAAASSqeaC9LNDVBfYd4bUEeLtOfuUkz7SAZqjkCVrt2rTIIYwhwjG8IpqLso4xuSXRQX3KGSk_26aWvIFw8RQDHIAm1T1UOg666EIjNGXbRHjNUoWpOPttPw4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-3516898439101806980</id><published>2010-05-01T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:31:18.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EU VOU PRA GALERA !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S90WlvGP_VI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/tKZkHHnc97c/s1600/213_2441-boate%2520King%2520Lounge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S90WlvGP_VI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/tKZkHHnc97c/s400/213_2441-boate%2520King%2520Lounge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466550360251301202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;EU VOU PRA GALERA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tudo eu cansei,&lt;br /&gt;agora eu vou me soltar...&lt;br /&gt;Que dia é hoje? Eu não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que eu quero é dançar!&lt;br /&gt;Garçon!!! Me trás uma pinga,&lt;br /&gt;e uma cerveja também.&lt;br /&gt;_ Alguém do meu lado disse:&lt;br /&gt;_ Não beba muito, meu bem...&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma boa cerveja,&lt;br /&gt;não faz mal pra ninguém, hã hã!&lt;br /&gt;E uma pinga pro Santo,&lt;br /&gt;se eu jogar, só faz bem...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou beber, vou beber,&lt;br /&gt;não sei se vou bambear...&lt;br /&gt;Mas se eu caír no samba,&lt;br /&gt;ninguém vai me segurar...&lt;br /&gt;Porque o passado já era,&lt;br /&gt;não vale a pena lembrar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu hoje vou pra galera,&lt;br /&gt;não posso mais esperar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-3516898439101806980?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3516898439101806980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-vou-pra-galera.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3516898439101806980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3516898439101806980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-vou-pra-galera.html' title='EU VOU PRA GALERA !'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S90WlvGP_VI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/tKZkHHnc97c/s72-c/213_2441-boate%2520King%2520Lounge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-4199072049573827298</id><published>2010-04-29T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:24:09.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAL ENTENDIDOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S9pmwFJ7lzI/AAAAAAAAAqA/PFGnKbySOsk/s1600/portao11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S9pmwFJ7lzI/AAAAAAAAAqA/PFGnKbySOsk/s400/portao11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465794073971103538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MAL ENTENDIDOS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que você não confia em mim,&lt;br /&gt;não acredita no meu amor?&lt;br /&gt;Eu sem você não sou nada,&lt;br /&gt;sou luz apagada,&lt;br /&gt;nem sei quem eu sou...&lt;br /&gt;O que eu fiz, não foi tão ruim;&lt;br /&gt;mal entendidos do coração...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu vou dar um jeito,&lt;br /&gt;não posso ficar nesta solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Agora, no frio da madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;pareço alma penada,&lt;br /&gt;batendo no seu portão...&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe pelo adiantado da hora,&lt;br /&gt;mas naõ me mande embora,&lt;br /&gt;eu vim lhe pedir perdão...&lt;br /&gt;Diga que vai me perdoar, amor...&lt;br /&gt;Não diga não, por favor!&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito que você queira acabar,&lt;br /&gt;depois de ver o brilho neste seu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-4199072049573827298?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4199072049573827298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/04/mal-entendidos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4199072049573827298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4199072049573827298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/04/mal-entendidos.html' title='MAL ENTENDIDOS...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S9pmwFJ7lzI/AAAAAAAAAqA/PFGnKbySOsk/s72-c/portao11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-5983995815770705195</id><published>2010-04-22T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:23:49.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEM SABES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S9DjbbiBt3I/AAAAAAAAApo/ObofN7m9CjQ/s1600/scrapeenet2009112821044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S9DjbbiBt3I/AAAAAAAAApo/ObofN7m9CjQ/s400/scrapeenet2009112821044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463116408386860914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEM SABES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero&lt;br /&gt;um amor de faz de conta,&lt;br /&gt;um amor de conta-gota...&lt;br /&gt;Paliativos?&lt;br /&gt;Não quero isso para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo&lt;br /&gt;um amor definitivo,&lt;br /&gt;com meu ser todo cativo;&lt;br /&gt;eu quero um grande amor sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero&lt;br /&gt;ser o ar que tu respiras...&lt;br /&gt;O amor que tu me inspiras,&lt;br /&gt;é tão grande! Eu não resisto...&lt;br /&gt;Que pena&lt;br /&gt;que esse amor que em mim transpira,&lt;br /&gt;é o meu sonho que delira,&lt;br /&gt;pois nem sabes... que eu existo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-5983995815770705195?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5983995815770705195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/04/nem-sabes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5983995815770705195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5983995815770705195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/04/nem-sabes.html' title='NEM SABES...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S9DjbbiBt3I/AAAAAAAAApo/ObofN7m9CjQ/s72-c/scrapeenet2009112821044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-3484562982281133369</id><published>2010-04-16T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:52:53.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEGA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S8k-TX_u5xI/AAAAAAAAApg/FaJGQYPJdrs/s1600/minhasimagensd.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S8k-TX_u5xI/AAAAAAAAApg/FaJGQYPJdrs/s400/minhasimagensd.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460964525743204114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;CHEGA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero  saber de briga não!&lt;br /&gt;Chega!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero saber de confusão...&lt;br /&gt;Meu  amor,&lt;br /&gt;eu só quero ter paz no coração.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é curta, mas é boa.&lt;br /&gt;Quem  sofre atoa,&lt;br /&gt;não tem tempo pra viver...&lt;br /&gt;Você se zanga por nada,&lt;br /&gt;por  coisas bobas,&lt;br /&gt;que não tem razão de ser,&lt;br /&gt;pra que sofrer!?...&lt;br /&gt;Você  me ofende, e me humilha,&lt;br /&gt;você não pensa&lt;br /&gt;nas coisas que você  fala...&lt;br /&gt;... e ainda aponta&lt;br /&gt;o dedo na minha cara...&lt;br /&gt;CHEGA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-3484562982281133369?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3484562982281133369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/04/chega.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3484562982281133369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3484562982281133369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/04/chega.html' title='CHEGA!!!'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S8k-TX_u5xI/AAAAAAAAApg/FaJGQYPJdrs/s72-c/minhasimagensd.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-4034350677022477987</id><published>2010-04-12T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:11:42.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CADA UM, DÁ O QUE TEM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S8P4gA-YMXI/AAAAAAAAApQ/G8_vEKXiRro/s1600/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S8P4gA-YMXI/AAAAAAAAApQ/G8_vEKXiRro/s400/3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459480402204307826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;CADA UM, DÁ O QUE TEM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou poetisa da "real"&lt;br /&gt;que acontece dia a dia...&lt;br /&gt;Eu levo a vida na "flauta"&lt;br /&gt;e não me falta ousadia...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei falar difícil,&lt;br /&gt;não tenho essa condição.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho pouca cultura&lt;br /&gt;pra fazer embromação...&lt;br /&gt;A beleza salta aos olhos&lt;br /&gt;quando existe, eu não invento.&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem inspiração,&lt;br /&gt;vive perseguindo o vento...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo beleza em tudo,&lt;br /&gt;na realidade "in natura"&lt;br /&gt;Quem castiga no "vernáculo",&lt;br /&gt;complica toda a leitura.&lt;br /&gt;Que me perdoem os letrados,&lt;br /&gt;não quero ofender ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;mas, como diz o ditado:&lt;br /&gt;-"Cada um, dá o que tem"...&lt;br /&gt;Gostoso é ler um poema&lt;br /&gt;quando é bem explicitado,&lt;br /&gt;sem ter que fundir a cuca,&lt;br /&gt;pra advinhar o "recado"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-4034350677022477987?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4034350677022477987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/04/cada-um-da-o-que-tem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4034350677022477987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4034350677022477987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/04/cada-um-da-o-que-tem.html' title='CADA UM, DÁ O QUE TEM...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S8P4gA-YMXI/AAAAAAAAApQ/G8_vEKXiRro/s72-c/3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-3308141082816248125</id><published>2010-04-01T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:24:55.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEM VOLTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S7TymclLjFI/AAAAAAAAAoY/jvDPRSi_-rE/s1600/a-imagem-do-casal-na-cama-de-lencol-vermelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S7TymclLjFI/AAAAAAAAAoY/jvDPRSi_-rE/s400/a-imagem-do-casal-na-cama-de-lencol-vermelho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455251790973602898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SEM VOLTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu  disse adeus um dia...&lt;br /&gt;... e foi pra sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma  enlouquecida decisão.&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei um mundo novo, diferente&lt;br /&gt;daquele, que  sempre fora o meu chão.&lt;br /&gt;Eu conheci a "Tal da Liberdade"...&lt;br /&gt;Vivi o  que eu jamais sonhei viver.&lt;br /&gt;Joguei-me em tantos braços envolventes&lt;br /&gt;e  conheci, enfim, o que é prazer...&lt;br /&gt;Amei intensamente meus amores&lt;br /&gt;e  fiz valer a pena, cada um...&lt;br /&gt;Vinguei-me do passado, finalmente,&lt;br /&gt;dos  anos que eu vivia em jejum...&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não me deu felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;porque  deixei pra trás, parte de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração sofria torturado&lt;br /&gt;e  quase decretava o meu fim...&lt;br /&gt;Tentei até voltar, mas era tarde,&lt;br /&gt;para  regar sementes que gerei...&lt;br /&gt;A vida não deixou, infelizmente&lt;br /&gt;e só  Deus sabe, o quanto já chorei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-3308141082816248125?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3308141082816248125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/04/sem-volta_01.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3308141082816248125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3308141082816248125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/04/sem-volta_01.html' title='SEM VOLTA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S7TymclLjFI/AAAAAAAAAoY/jvDPRSi_-rE/s72-c/a-imagem-do-casal-na-cama-de-lencol-vermelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-3096793921234587078</id><published>2010-03-19T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:16:53.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TROVAS AO LÉU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S6Qvf8dGRmI/AAAAAAAAAoI/r_x4adMMQbk/s1600-h/FP99954.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 452px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S6Qvf8dGRmI/AAAAAAAAAoI/r_x4adMMQbk/s400/FP99954.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450533674875766370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TROVAS AO LÉU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha  comida é  gostosa&lt;br /&gt;Meu tempero tem pimenta&lt;br /&gt;Do meu jardim sou a Rosa&lt;br /&gt;Quem   me cheirar não aguenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for uma brincadeira&lt;br /&gt;Aceito até   esculacho&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se pisar no meu calo&lt;br /&gt;Aí, não assino em baixo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não   zombe da sua sorte&lt;br /&gt;Não fique aí de bobeira...&lt;br /&gt;O trem da vida é a   morte&lt;br /&gt;E você? A passageira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu busco a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo   em dias mais tristonhos&lt;br /&gt;Se não quizeres me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Não se meta  nos  meus sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando sentir solidão cantarei&lt;br /&gt;Um canto  alegre  para disfarsar&lt;br /&gt;Quando sentir aflição rezarei&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo à  Deus que me  faça sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é deixar em liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Poder  confiar em  quem se ama&lt;br /&gt;A prisão é sempre crueldade&lt;br /&gt;Que nos faz  sofrer e apaga  a chama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho duas opções&lt;br /&gt;E pra isso sou  bem pago:&lt;br /&gt;Se  eu lavo, não cozinho&lt;br /&gt;E se eu cozinho, não lavo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precaver  e  desconfiar&lt;br /&gt;Não faz mal nem paga imposto&lt;br /&gt;Devemos guardar na  mente&lt;br /&gt;Que  a maldade não tem rosto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja humilde minha filha&lt;br /&gt;E  deixa  de fazer pose&lt;br /&gt;Se quizer comunicar-se&lt;br /&gt;Aprenda a usar o  Mause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu  conto muita mentira&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a tanta verdade&lt;br /&gt;Mas  muita gente  suspira&lt;br /&gt;Dando solidariedade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra ajudante de  cozinha&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer  mané não esquenta...&lt;br /&gt;Precisa ter pulso forte&lt;br /&gt;Pra  mexer minha  polenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor Juiz me responda:&lt;br /&gt;Qual é a  pena pra quem  rouba&lt;br /&gt;Objetos de grande valor?&lt;br /&gt;E quantos anos na  prisão&lt;br /&gt;deve  ficar uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que rouba a paz de um sonhador?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-3096793921234587078?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3096793921234587078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/03/trovas-ao-leu_7581.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3096793921234587078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3096793921234587078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/03/trovas-ao-leu_7581.html' title='TROVAS AO LÉU...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S6Qvf8dGRmI/AAAAAAAAAoI/r_x4adMMQbk/s72-c/FP99954.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-977279549597188043</id><published>2010-03-16T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:55:56.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOGO DO VALE A PENA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S6B8S596YJI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xi9ZTUCejwc/s1600-h/penas-2943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S6B8S596YJI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xi9ZTUCejwc/s400/penas-2943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449492213358289042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOGO DO VALE A PENA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;No    jogo do vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;As penas vou ocultando&lt;br /&gt;Se eu revelar minhas    penas&lt;br /&gt;Eles vão me depenando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No jogo do vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Só    ganha quem souber jogar&lt;br /&gt;não aposte suas penas&lt;br /&gt;pois depenado vai    ficar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No jogo do vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;todos jogam, por que nao?&lt;br /&gt;Eu    ganhei as minhas penas&lt;br /&gt;E guardo-as no coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No jogo do    vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Sinta dó de vez em quando&lt;br /&gt;Pois quem sente muita  pena&lt;br /&gt;costuma   morrer penando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No jogo do vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Minhas  penas vou   juntando&lt;br /&gt;pra fazer um cobertor&lt;br /&gt;E em baixo, penar  chorando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No   jogo do vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;As penas estão nascendo&lt;br /&gt;Mas  o homem não tem   pena&lt;br /&gt;Das penas que estão morrendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No  jogo do vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Não   vale perder a calma&lt;br /&gt;Pra não acordar as  penas&lt;br /&gt;Que dormem na minha   alma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-977279549597188043?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/977279549597188043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/03/jogo-do-vale-pena_1748.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/977279549597188043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/977279549597188043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/03/jogo-do-vale-pena_1748.html' title='JOGO DO VALE A PENA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S6B8S596YJI/AAAAAAAAAnY/xi9ZTUCejwc/s72-c/penas-2943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6934767064108636081</id><published>2010-03-10T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:27:59.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A VIDA É UM SOPRO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S5fyV_FFYlI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2wzPr9Gw10w/s1600-h/vela1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S5fyV_FFYlI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2wzPr9Gw10w/s400/vela1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447088733851837010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A VIDA É UM SOPRO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu pensamento não para,&lt;br /&gt;mais veloz que um "Trem Bala"&lt;br /&gt;não me deixa dormir em paz...&lt;br /&gt;Eu cheguei ontem no mundo,&lt;br /&gt;dormi um sono profundo&lt;br /&gt;e hoje, a lembrança é voraz...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quanto ainda me resta,&lt;br /&gt;pra eu poder fazer a festa&lt;br /&gt;e soprar minha "velinha",&lt;br /&gt;pois a vida é um sopro,&lt;br /&gt;só Deus sabe quanto eu sofro,&lt;br /&gt;ao saber que é o "fim da linha"...&lt;br /&gt;Não me sinto preparada,&lt;br /&gt;pra enfrentar a nova estrada,&lt;br /&gt;mas vou ter que ir sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou fazer a "passagem"&lt;br /&gt;e preciso de coragem,&lt;br /&gt;nessa hora que é só minha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6934767064108636081?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6934767064108636081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/03/vida-e-um-sopro_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6934767064108636081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6934767064108636081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/03/vida-e-um-sopro_10.html' title='A VIDA É UM SOPRO...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S5fyV_FFYlI/AAAAAAAAAmw/2wzPr9Gw10w/s72-c/vela1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-628855722538373485</id><published>2010-03-04T19:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:00:43.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATÉ QUANDO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S5B_McyXNvI/AAAAAAAAAmU/-qm-Pnwgt0E/s1600-h/africafome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S5B_McyXNvI/AAAAAAAAAmU/-qm-Pnwgt0E/s400/africafome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444991801353516786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ATÉ QUANDO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que incomodo muita gente,&lt;br /&gt;pois sempre foi assim na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Nasci com alguma coisa diferente,&lt;br /&gt;talvez por isso, eu seja tão querida.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que vai ser daqui pra frente,&lt;br /&gt;pois o que sempre fui, está mudando...&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu seja amada, estou carente,&lt;br /&gt;então eu me pergunto: Até quando?&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu devo andar tão sorridente,&lt;br /&gt;se vejo tudo em volta desabando?&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que minha alma está doente,&lt;br /&gt;de ver que os inocentes, tão chorando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-628855722538373485?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/628855722538373485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/03/ate-quando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/628855722538373485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/628855722538373485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/03/ate-quando.html' title='ATÉ QUANDO?'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S5B_McyXNvI/AAAAAAAAAmU/-qm-Pnwgt0E/s72-c/africafome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6195756688296952409</id><published>2010-02-20T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:43:34.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOUCA PAIXÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S4DVdEWdEbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Vm3s1908er0/s1600-h/JB-%2520Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S4DVdEWdEbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Vm3s1908er0/s400/JB-%2520Amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440583045224403378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;LOUCA PAIXÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! quando te pego de jeito&lt;br /&gt;e me roço nua no teu peito,&lt;br /&gt;fico entumecida de tesão...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! esse fogo me consome,&lt;br /&gt;esse cheiro de bicho homem,&lt;br /&gt;que desperta em mim, louca paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que emana de você,&lt;br /&gt;até um cheirinho de "cecê",&lt;br /&gt;se transforma em bom perfume...&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais no mundo me seduz,&lt;br /&gt;você pra mim, é u'a grande luz&lt;br /&gt;e eu um pobre vagalume...&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz de você, todo meu ser&lt;br /&gt;e ao chegar a hora de morrer,&lt;br /&gt;eu quero estar em nosso ninho.&lt;br /&gt;Vai morrer de amor meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;que, em holocausto ao gavião,&lt;br /&gt;virou um pobre passarinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6195756688296952409?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6195756688296952409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/02/louca-paixao_6647.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6195756688296952409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6195756688296952409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/02/louca-paixao_6647.html' title='LOUCA PAIXÃO'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S4DVdEWdEbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Vm3s1908er0/s72-c/JB-%2520Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-8518833561076224963</id><published>2010-02-05T03:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T03:24:06.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIRAGEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S2v85cQfW9I/AAAAAAAAAlM/Jzn9JQKzs-w/s1600-h/meditando-no-deserto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S2v85cQfW9I/AAAAAAAAAlM/Jzn9JQKzs-w/s400/meditando-no-deserto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434715439120735186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MIRAGEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pensou que eu já era sua&lt;br /&gt;e confundiu tudo em sua mente.&lt;br /&gt;Usou de todas as artimanhas,&lt;br /&gt;mas era você, o inocente...&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta querer persistir,&lt;br /&gt;diga adeus às suas esperanças...&lt;br /&gt;Não poderá haver nada entre nós,&lt;br /&gt;fique apenas com minhas lembranças...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou as dunas, eu sou o vento...&lt;br /&gt;Não importa se estou longe ou perto.&lt;br /&gt;O amor que tem por mim, é miragem!...&lt;br /&gt;Me siga, e morra no deserto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-8518833561076224963?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8518833561076224963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/02/miragem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/8518833561076224963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/8518833561076224963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/02/miragem.html' title='MIRAGEM'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S2v85cQfW9I/AAAAAAAAAlM/Jzn9JQKzs-w/s72-c/meditando-no-deserto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6143367643871858455</id><published>2010-01-24T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:31:12.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S106Bx_pwbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Srh7qL1wo94/s1600-h/menina-bouquet.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S106Bx_pwbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Srh7qL1wo94/s400/menina-bouquet.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430560527953281458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;EM SUA HOMENAGEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelos caminhos da vida,&lt;br /&gt;um dia lhe conheci.&lt;br /&gt;Você andava tão linda,&lt;br /&gt;que ao vê-la, não resisti...&lt;br /&gt;Achei você diferente,&lt;br /&gt;no meio da garotada:&lt;br /&gt;- Seu olharzinho atrevido&lt;br /&gt;e a bochechinha rosada.&lt;br /&gt;Lhe apelidei de "Fofinha"&lt;br /&gt;e a elegi favorita...&lt;br /&gt;Entre todas as meninas,&lt;br /&gt;você era a mais bonita!&lt;br /&gt;Agora, menina-moça,&lt;br /&gt;suave, qual "Bem-Me-Quer",&lt;br /&gt;com seu rostinho de louça,&lt;br /&gt;brincando de ser mulher&lt;br /&gt;Eu lhe desejo, menina,&lt;br /&gt;todo o amor, toda a alegria!&lt;br /&gt;E muitas felicidades,&lt;br /&gt;em homenagem ao seu dia!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6143367643871858455?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6143367643871858455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/01/em-sua-homenagem-pelos-caminhos-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6143367643871858455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6143367643871858455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/01/em-sua-homenagem-pelos-caminhos-da-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S106Bx_pwbI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Srh7qL1wo94/s72-c/menina-bouquet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-2561842286580185302</id><published>2010-01-22T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:28:15.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CARNAVAL SEM AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S1p2vd8Yh9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/w9FfUHCRyCY/s1600-h/3323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S1p2vd8Yh9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/w9FfUHCRyCY/s400/3323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429782858612377554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;CARNAVAL SEM AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo brinca,&lt;br /&gt;Quanta alegria!&lt;br /&gt;Quanta confusão!...&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto triste...&lt;br /&gt;Dou uma volta&lt;br /&gt;e saio do salão...&lt;br /&gt;Olho o firmamento&lt;br /&gt;e confesso à lua&lt;br /&gt;toda minha dor...&lt;br /&gt;Ó luar de prata!&lt;br /&gt;Mais um Carnaval&lt;br /&gt;e eu sem amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz a minha fantasia,&lt;br /&gt;bem colorida, original...&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz a minha fantasia&lt;br /&gt;e não brinquei no Carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Letra da marcha rancho&lt;br /&gt; "Carnaval Sem Amor" de&lt;br /&gt; minha autoria]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-2561842286580185302?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2561842286580185302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/01/carnaval-sem-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2561842286580185302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2561842286580185302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/01/carnaval-sem-amor.html' title='CARNAVAL SEM AMOR'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S1p2vd8Yh9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/w9FfUHCRyCY/s72-c/3323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6322210309819809524</id><published>2010-01-11T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:03:55.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POESIA DE RÉQUIEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S0vEfT3fjHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/1Ufg6m8wagc/s1600-h/662269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S0vEfT3fjHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/1Ufg6m8wagc/s400/662269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425646218285911154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;POESIA DE RÉQUIEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descanse em paz, ó minha poesia...&lt;br /&gt;Tu foste a ultima inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;Leve contigo a minha alegria,&lt;br /&gt;cobre de luto o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já nem sei, se agora é noite ou dia,&lt;br /&gt;se estou no ar, ou com meus pés no chão...&lt;br /&gt;Eu perdi tudo que eu mais queria,&lt;br /&gt;não tenho mais nenhuma ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;Veio a nevasca e soterrou meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;gelando a chama que em meu peito ardia...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda guardo alguns versos tristonhos;&lt;br /&gt;são restos de uma inspiração tardia...&lt;br /&gt;Sementes ainda podem germinar,&lt;br /&gt;com as lágrimas que choro em agonia.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou passar meus dias a semear,&lt;br /&gt;no túmulo onde jaz minha poesia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6322210309819809524?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6322210309819809524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/01/poesia-de-requiem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6322210309819809524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6322210309819809524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2010/01/poesia-de-requiem.html' title='POESIA DE RÉQUIEM'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/S0vEfT3fjHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/1Ufg6m8wagc/s72-c/662269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-9163393129236445600</id><published>2009-12-30T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:31:18.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DE VOLTA AO PÓ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SzwJ3Bo8FPI/AAAAAAAAAkM/V4O48YjoruU/s1600-h/1204313083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SzwJ3Bo8FPI/AAAAAAAAAkM/V4O48YjoruU/s400/1204313083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421218892384834802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DE VOLTA AO PÓ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu morrer, eu estarei sorrindo,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que todos chorem em minha volta.&lt;br /&gt;Serei feliz pois estarei partindo,&lt;br /&gt;ainda viva, eu já estaria morta...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vim do pó e ao pó estarei voltando.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou nada, nem mesmo eu, sou eu...&lt;br /&gt;Não trouxe nada e nada irei levando.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou sua e nem você é meu...&lt;br /&gt;Eu já cumpri a minha trajetória,&lt;br /&gt;neste universo que é feito de ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;Para os que ficam, deixo minha história&lt;br /&gt;e aos inimigos, deixo meu perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-9163393129236445600?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/9163393129236445600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-volta-ao-po.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/9163393129236445600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/9163393129236445600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-volta-ao-po.html' title='DE VOLTA AO PÓ...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SzwJ3Bo8FPI/AAAAAAAAAkM/V4O48YjoruU/s72-c/1204313083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-5320049867781928019</id><published>2009-12-26T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:15:03.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SzbfLsu6HpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/wnkaJUQf20I/s1600-h/ATcAAAA7oM-IwlYMJVMFdy338iV0sMI8pqBSiVXyux7K-9IbjPPAGNMz-Iy8hLgmtQbx_4xWSmu1GaZijYYGJr9i7cvYAJtU9VALikiQZm6gYhKu2uAIw_cNuNChBg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SzbfLsu6HpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/wnkaJUQf20I/s400/ATcAAAA7oM-IwlYMJVMFdy338iV0sMI8pqBSiVXyux7K-9IbjPPAGNMz-Iy8hLgmtQbx_4xWSmu1GaZijYYGJr9i7cvYAJtU9VALikiQZm6gYhKu2uAIw_cNuNChBg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419764593666432658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;CONFISSÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração vive tão carente,&lt;br /&gt;será que a alegria ainda existe?&lt;br /&gt;Anda tão confusa minha mente,&lt;br /&gt;minha vida tem sido muito triste.&lt;br /&gt;Vou cortar as asas dos meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;pra não voar contra a realidade,&lt;br /&gt;mas até nos dias mais tristonhos,&lt;br /&gt;luto pela tal felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Só falta um pouco de coragem,&lt;br /&gt;para enfrentar a situação...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou despir minha blindagem,&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe ouvir um Sim, quem sabe um Não...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu te dizer tudo que sinto,&lt;br /&gt;é hora de abrir meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Pode acreditar que eu nunca minto,&lt;br /&gt;só quero confessar minha paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-5320049867781928019?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5320049867781928019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/12/confissao-meu-coracao-vive-tao-carente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5320049867781928019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5320049867781928019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/12/confissao-meu-coracao-vive-tao-carente.html' title=''/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SzbfLsu6HpI/AAAAAAAAAkE/wnkaJUQf20I/s72-c/ATcAAAA7oM-IwlYMJVMFdy338iV0sMI8pqBSiVXyux7K-9IbjPPAGNMz-Iy8hLgmtQbx_4xWSmu1GaZijYYGJr9i7cvYAJtU9VALikiQZm6gYhKu2uAIw_cNuNChBg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-7820239930052131508</id><published>2009-12-12T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:48:47.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO TENHAM PENA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SyRfifMXkkI/AAAAAAAAAjk/20rjv28ZVek/s1600-h/palhaco_triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SyRfifMXkkI/AAAAAAAAAjk/20rjv28ZVek/s400/palhaco_triste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414557698099745346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO TENHAM PENA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sinto mais prazer,&lt;br /&gt;me desiludi da vida...&lt;br /&gt;Eu luto pra sobreviver,&lt;br /&gt;sou uma causa perdida...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto dor no coração,&lt;br /&gt;se viesse a morte, eu bendiria;&lt;br /&gt;seria boa solução&lt;br /&gt;e de bom grado, eu partiria...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto tanta solidão,&lt;br /&gt;meu peito parece rasgar...&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim, na vida, tudo é "Não"&lt;br /&gt;e nada pra me estimular...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tivesse uma paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez pudesse me salvar.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém para me dar a mão&lt;br /&gt;e desse abismo me tirar...&lt;br /&gt;Supondo, que falo de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Não tenham pena, por favor!...&lt;br /&gt;Sabem que a vida é mesmo assim...&lt;br /&gt;"Eu sou um poeta... fingidor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-7820239930052131508?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7820239930052131508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-tenham-pena.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/7820239930052131508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/7820239930052131508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-tenham-pena.html' title='NÃO TENHAM PENA...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SyRfifMXkkI/AAAAAAAAAjk/20rjv28ZVek/s72-c/palhaco_triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-9028696785309748880</id><published>2009-12-04T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:27:44.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SxliQAV0y3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/LH1D1eCqPsw/s1600-h/kepeslap_1489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SxliQAV0y3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/LH1D1eCqPsw/s400/kepeslap_1489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411464454371330930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;AMOR PERDIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse&lt;br /&gt;te amar...&lt;br /&gt;... como eu queria...&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;seria bem melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando eu lembro,&lt;br /&gt;que me feriste um dia,&lt;br /&gt;a distância,&lt;br /&gt;fica ainda bem maior...&lt;br /&gt;Quando as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;viram poluentes,&lt;br /&gt;a nossa alma,&lt;br /&gt;vai enegrecendo...&lt;br /&gt;E aquele amor,&lt;br /&gt;que foi minha alegria,&lt;br /&gt;se poluiu e aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;foi morrendo...&lt;br /&gt;E tu que antes,&lt;br /&gt;foste meu espelho,&lt;br /&gt;a minha imagem,&lt;br /&gt;já não refletes mais...&lt;br /&gt;Nossos momentos,&lt;br /&gt;tão apaixonados,&lt;br /&gt;infelizmente,&lt;br /&gt;não voltarão jamais...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos tocando&lt;br /&gt;a vida simplesmente,&lt;br /&gt;fingindo sempre,&lt;br /&gt;que nada aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;A morte,&lt;br /&gt;não seria a maior perda...&lt;br /&gt;Maior perda, foi&lt;br /&gt;meu amor que morreu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-9028696785309748880?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/9028696785309748880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/12/amor-perdido-se-eu-pudesse-te-amar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/9028696785309748880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/9028696785309748880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/12/amor-perdido-se-eu-pudesse-te-amar.html' title=''/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SxliQAV0y3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/LH1D1eCqPsw/s72-c/kepeslap_1489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-4709981501890921978</id><published>2009-11-29T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:28:17.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ERAM DOIS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SxMbgjoZsWI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Dz13vHP8htM/s1600/exorcism_of_emily_rose_filmes_2005_img_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SxMbgjoZsWI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Dz13vHP8htM/s400/exorcism_of_emily_rose_filmes_2005_img_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409697823536558434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ERAM DOIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui possuida&lt;br /&gt;de uma fúria satânica...&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo todo&lt;br /&gt;transformou-se num vulcão.&lt;br /&gt;A lava quente&lt;br /&gt;descia das minhas entranhas,&lt;br /&gt;levando tudo&lt;br /&gt;que era fertilização...&lt;br /&gt;Os icebergs&lt;br /&gt;não me resfriaram a alma,&lt;br /&gt;que o véu da noite&lt;br /&gt;cobria agora de luto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu lutei muito&lt;br /&gt;pra não perder minha calma,&lt;br /&gt;mas o demônio&lt;br /&gt;dessa vez foi mais astuto...&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitou-se&lt;br /&gt;de um momento de descrença,&lt;br /&gt;vigiou o antes,&lt;br /&gt;para poder agir depois...&lt;br /&gt;Sua colheita&lt;br /&gt;dessa vez foi proveitosa,&lt;br /&gt;pois o sortudo,&lt;br /&gt;pagou por um e levou dois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-4709981501890921978?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4709981501890921978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/eram-dois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4709981501890921978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4709981501890921978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/eram-dois.html' title='ERAM DOIS...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SxMbgjoZsWI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Dz13vHP8htM/s72-c/exorcism_of_emily_rose_filmes_2005_img_21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6135223734509576834</id><published>2009-11-24T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:30:28.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PREDESTINADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Swx1W6XBNjI/AAAAAAAAAi4/etrPHD804zQ/s1600/1179412361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Swx1W6XBNjI/AAAAAAAAAi4/etrPHD804zQ/s400/1179412361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407826289048499762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREDESTINADOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Não dá mais, eu vou embora...&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o tempo&lt;br /&gt;de seguir novos caminhos...&lt;br /&gt;Nós concordamos,&lt;br /&gt;que chegou a nossa hora&lt;br /&gt;e assim partimos,&lt;br /&gt;pra encontrar novos carinhos...&lt;br /&gt;Até tentamos,&lt;br /&gt;mas nem esquentava o ninho,&lt;br /&gt;pois não passava&lt;br /&gt;de mais uma fugaz paixão...&lt;br /&gt;E assim foi indo,&lt;br /&gt;os anos foram passando&lt;br /&gt;e a cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;aumentava nossa solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o destino&lt;br /&gt;que aproximou a gente,&lt;br /&gt;tentou de novo,&lt;br /&gt;pra apostar na nossa união.&lt;br /&gt;E assim nos vimos&lt;br /&gt;novamente, frente a frente,&lt;br /&gt;então sentimos,&lt;br /&gt;que somos um só coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6135223734509576834?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6135223734509576834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/predestinados.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6135223734509576834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6135223734509576834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/predestinados.html' title='PREDESTINADOS'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Swx1W6XBNjI/AAAAAAAAAi4/etrPHD804zQ/s72-c/1179412361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6587424708747698556</id><published>2009-11-11T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:21:42.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESDE QUE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Svtcl7yu9eI/AAAAAAAAAiI/BXN36lhM89c/s1600-h/85268483sw91wq8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Svtcl7yu9eI/AAAAAAAAAiI/BXN36lhM89c/s400/85268483sw91wq8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403013984736441826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;DESDE QUE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que aprendi chorar&lt;br /&gt;Quantos rios já chorei...&lt;br /&gt;Desde que aprendi sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dos meus choros gargalhei...&lt;br /&gt;Desde que aprendi andar&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida tropecei&lt;br /&gt;Desde que aprendi sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Pras estrelas viajei...&lt;br /&gt;Desde que aprendi amar&lt;br /&gt;Só agora eu sei porque...&lt;br /&gt;Desde que aprendi viver&lt;br /&gt;Eu só vivo por você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é um eterno&lt;br /&gt;aprendizado...&lt;br /&gt;Erramos, acertamos,&lt;br /&gt;choramos, rimos, mas&lt;br /&gt;uma coisa é certa: só&lt;br /&gt;aprendemos viver,&lt;br /&gt;quando aprendemos&lt;br /&gt;amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- /PegaTexto --&gt;    &lt;!-- aqui fecha coluninha esquerda --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6587424708747698556?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6587424708747698556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/desde-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6587424708747698556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6587424708747698556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/desde-que.html' title='DESDE QUE...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Svtcl7yu9eI/AAAAAAAAAiI/BXN36lhM89c/s72-c/85268483sw91wq8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-9077523479071022</id><published>2009-11-01T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:11:56.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Su5KvyGQhlI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0v1AZvjjX2s/s1600-h/mendigo-dormindo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Su5KvyGQhlI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0v1AZvjjX2s/s400/mendigo-dormindo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399335188026132050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OS POBRES DO CHÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nenem&lt;br /&gt;vem ao mundo de mansinho...&lt;br /&gt;Abre os olhos&lt;br /&gt;aos olhos do carinho e penetra&lt;br /&gt;no reino da ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo voa e ele sai do seu&lt;br /&gt;bercinho...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é homem&lt;br /&gt;cansado e tão sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;dormindo nas ruas, pelo chão...&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu negro, nasceu branco,&lt;br /&gt;veio a luta pra viver...&lt;br /&gt;Muito negro e muito branco,&lt;br /&gt;não tem nem o que comer...&lt;br /&gt;Sofre negro, sofre branco,&lt;br /&gt;dor, não tem luxo nem cor...&lt;br /&gt;Vai na miséria se arrastando...&lt;br /&gt;Eu também sou sofredor,&lt;br /&gt;meu senhor...&lt;br /&gt;Meu sinhô!...&lt;br /&gt;Dê uma ajuda pra esse irmão,&lt;br /&gt;que de pobre,&lt;br /&gt;já dorme pelo chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-9077523479071022?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/9077523479071022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-pobres-do-chao-o-nenem-vem-ao-mundo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/9077523479071022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/9077523479071022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-pobres-do-chao-o-nenem-vem-ao-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Su5KvyGQhlI/AAAAAAAAAiA/0v1AZvjjX2s/s72-c/mendigo-dormindo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-2613611885821573709</id><published>2009-10-22T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:15:06.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEBRIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SuE5WKtXReI/AAAAAAAAAhw/URDG5inceBc/s1600-h/Queria-ter-asas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SuE5WKtXReI/AAAAAAAAAhw/URDG5inceBc/s400/Queria-ter-asas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395656881561093602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madrugada adormecida...&lt;br /&gt;Zumbido... zoando, zoando...&lt;br /&gt;... paredes sufocando...&lt;br /&gt;Tem coruja na sacada!!!&lt;br /&gt;Voar pela madrugada?&lt;br /&gt;... e o bom sereno refresca&lt;br /&gt;minh'alma enfebrecida...&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio da cidade&lt;br /&gt;que até parece morta,&lt;br /&gt;sinto que eu, apenas eu...&lt;br /&gt;... possuo a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-2613611885821573709?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2613611885821573709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/febril_22.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2613611885821573709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2613611885821573709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/febril_22.html' title='FEBRIL'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SuE5WKtXReI/AAAAAAAAAhw/URDG5inceBc/s72-c/Queria-ter-asas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-1050906774074965180</id><published>2009-10-16T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:23:13.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIZES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StkwH-tklQI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AvsM5vFJ1MI/s1600-h/viajem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393394942404236546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StkwH-tklQI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AvsM5vFJ1MI/s400/viajem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;RAIZES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo natural,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tudo tão normal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como eu sempre quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Historia banal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas pra mim, vital,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com final feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Retornar é bom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque a gente muda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;O jeito de pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nosso pensamento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vira pé-de-vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;E nos faz sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fica tudo bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Todos se desculpam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pelos seus deslizes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não há nesse mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nada mais real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que as nossas raizes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-1050906774074965180?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1050906774074965180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/raizes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/1050906774074965180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/1050906774074965180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/raizes.html' title='RAIZES'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StkwH-tklQI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AvsM5vFJ1MI/s72-c/viajem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-5375354144370387520</id><published>2009-10-14T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:56:18.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUZ DA MINHA VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StaZoGWETAI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4sAqpPE-Qbg/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StaZoGWETAI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4sAqpPE-Qbg/s400/26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392666517999733762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUZ DA MINHA VIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma noite quente de verão,&lt;br /&gt;Eu andava tão só e amargurada,&lt;br /&gt;Procurando uma luz na escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;Quando você surgiu na minha estrada...&lt;br /&gt;Ao olhar pra você, eu já sabia,&lt;br /&gt;Que mudaria tudo em minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Foi "Jesus"que o mandou, ou foi "Maria"&lt;br /&gt;Para curar minh'alma tão sofrida...&lt;br /&gt;Você me devolveu a auto-estima&lt;br /&gt;E eu lhe entreguei meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor não cabe nesta rima&lt;br /&gt;E nem tampouco a minha gratidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-5375354144370387520?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5375354144370387520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/luz-da-minha-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5375354144370387520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5375354144370387520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/luz-da-minha-vida.html' title='LUZ DA MINHA VIDA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StaZoGWETAI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4sAqpPE-Qbg/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-4008250684564800111</id><published>2009-10-14T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:28:43.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GEO-POEMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StaWoM9WBTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/dxmYazL6zxE/s1600-h/favela1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StaWoM9WBTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/dxmYazL6zxE/s400/favela1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392663221240202546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;GEO-POEMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Politica neurótica e erótica&lt;br /&gt;Gera: super-população,&lt;br /&gt;Desordem na praça,&lt;br /&gt;A fome que crassa,&lt;br /&gt;Aumentando a fertilização.&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo, morrendo&lt;br /&gt;E bem mais vão nascendo,&lt;br /&gt;Para enfrentar esse mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo a ciência,&lt;br /&gt;Desperta a consciência,&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles que vivem no fundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descendo do morro,&lt;br /&gt;Unidos num coro,&lt;br /&gt;Começa o combate...&lt;br /&gt;Sirenes tocando,&lt;br /&gt;voz de comando,&lt;br /&gt;Começa o abate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A realidade, mostrando&lt;br /&gt;A revolta de um povo carente.&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu pra sofrer, lutar e morrer...&lt;br /&gt;Culpado... ou... inocente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-4008250684564800111?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4008250684564800111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/geo-poema_2403.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4008250684564800111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4008250684564800111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/geo-poema_2403.html' title='GEO-POEMA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StaWoM9WBTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/dxmYazL6zxE/s72-c/favela1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-1617330470021697445</id><published>2009-10-14T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:56:12.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A VIDA É BELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StaFNrMDqdI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2m6OadU87tU/s1600-h/28_MHG_rio_praia_vermelha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StaFNrMDqdI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2m6OadU87tU/s400/28_MHG_rio_praia_vermelha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392644073800837586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A VIDA É BELA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é bela!&lt;br /&gt;Se deixe levar!...&lt;br /&gt;Tão cheia de encantos&lt;br /&gt;Pra se admirar:&lt;br /&gt;- O feitiço da lua&lt;br /&gt;- O canto do mar&lt;br /&gt;- O dia nascendo&lt;br /&gt;- O sol a brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;- Um bom aconchego&lt;br /&gt;- Um chopinho gelado&lt;br /&gt;- Uma garota bonita&lt;br /&gt;- um corpo malhado&lt;br /&gt;- A batida do samba&lt;br /&gt;- Um grito de GÔOOOOOOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Um banho gostoso&lt;br /&gt;- Depois do amor...&lt;br /&gt;- Estado de graça&lt;br /&gt;- Desejo saciado...&lt;br /&gt;- Um sono tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;- Alguém ao seu lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-1617330470021697445?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1617330470021697445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/vida-e-bela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/1617330470021697445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/1617330470021697445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/vida-e-bela.html' title='A VIDA É BELA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StaFNrMDqdI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2m6OadU87tU/s72-c/28_MHG_rio_praia_vermelha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-746886996599575043</id><published>2009-10-10T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:12:26.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEUS LIMITES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StE6J-gL-hI/AAAAAAAAAgI/UFaAawyRCvo/s1600-h/OgAAAOKC_su1OJm_X8Ymsyey65Y0FyzfUAm0B5IwhKTA2oLgSvYWeTF5nf1Qrjb1gBfLtJc2o48Nlqc9GqLojTbwKQAAm1T1UDG3SjUp8V9yINl5-jveOUbu8hWT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StE6J-gL-hI/AAAAAAAAAgI/UFaAawyRCvo/s400/OgAAAOKC_su1OJm_X8Ymsyey65Y0FyzfUAm0B5IwhKTA2oLgSvYWeTF5nf1Qrjb1gBfLtJc2o48Nlqc9GqLojTbwKQAAm1T1UDG3SjUp8V9yINl5-jveOUbu8hWT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391154172010428946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MEUS LIMITES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não faço poemas longos,&lt;br /&gt;Desses que não acabam mais...&lt;br /&gt;Pra não virar testamento,&lt;br /&gt;Do tal "Barão De Cocáis"...&lt;br /&gt;Entre as pessoas amigas,&lt;br /&gt;Posso até causar polêmica...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu dependesse das letras,&lt;br /&gt;Jamais seria acadêmica...&lt;br /&gt;Nâo vou rebuscando frases,&lt;br /&gt;O meu limite é pequeno...&lt;br /&gt;Cultivo a simplicidade&lt;br /&gt;Em meu paraiso terreno.&lt;br /&gt;Eu me alimento de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;que pretendo realizar...&lt;br /&gt;São grandes, médios, pequenos,&lt;br /&gt;É bem saudavel sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Com pena, amor e respeito,&lt;br /&gt;Eu defendo os animais;&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano é imperfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Não somos todos iguais...&lt;br /&gt;Estou pra lá dos setenta&lt;br /&gt;E na cabeça?... Tudo igual...&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo é que não aguenta,&lt;br /&gt;Arroubos de colegial...&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso andar pelo mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Seja lá por onde for,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o meu "porto seguro",&lt;br /&gt;É meu lar... Com meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-746886996599575043?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/746886996599575043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/meus-limites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/746886996599575043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/746886996599575043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/meus-limites.html' title='MEUS LIMITES'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StE6J-gL-hI/AAAAAAAAAgI/UFaAawyRCvo/s72-c/OgAAAOKC_su1OJm_X8Ymsyey65Y0FyzfUAm0B5IwhKTA2oLgSvYWeTF5nf1Qrjb1gBfLtJc2o48Nlqc9GqLojTbwKQAAm1T1UDG3SjUp8V9yINl5-jveOUbu8hWT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-664496814707945908</id><published>2009-10-09T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:40:17.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROFECIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StAc8ev-4LI/AAAAAAAAAgA/p0RsVUrZyAY/s1600-h/cds-compact-discs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StAc8ev-4LI/AAAAAAAAAgA/p0RsVUrZyAY/s400/cds-compact-discs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390840579334529202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFECIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO LUTADO TANTO NA VIDA,&lt;br /&gt;QUE ANDO ATÉ MEIO PERDIDA,&lt;br /&gt;SEM SABER O QUE FAZER...&lt;br /&gt;ESTOU ESPERANDO A "PROFECIA"&lt;br /&gt;ALGUÉM ME AFIRMOU QUE ALGUM DIA,&lt;br /&gt;EU HAVERIA DE VENCER.&lt;br /&gt;E COMO EU SOU AMANTE DA VERDADE,&lt;br /&gt;DIGO COM SINCERIDADE,&lt;br /&gt;QUE O MEU "SAMBA" TEM VALOR.&lt;br /&gt;EU SONHO COM O SUCESSO NAS PARADAS,&lt;br /&gt;COM MINHAS MÚSICAS GRAVADAS&lt;br /&gt;POR ALGUM GRANDE CANTOR...&lt;br /&gt;ENQUANTO EU ESPERO A PROFECIA,&lt;br /&gt;AO AMANHECER O DIA,&lt;br /&gt;OUTRO SAMBA VAI NASCER...&lt;br /&gt;CONFESSO, TAMBÉM PECO POR VAIDADE,&lt;br /&gt;SOU CORUJA DOS MEUS SAMBAS,&lt;br /&gt;QUE AINDA VÃO ME DAR PRAZER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-664496814707945908?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/664496814707945908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/profecia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/664496814707945908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/664496814707945908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/profecia.html' title='PROFECIA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/StAc8ev-4LI/AAAAAAAAAgA/p0RsVUrZyAY/s72-c/cds-compact-discs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-5186071169932114095</id><published>2009-10-04T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:08:05.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GÊMEOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Sslubk4JmXI/AAAAAAAAAf4/PWs_VnKU5n4/s1600-h/gemeos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Sslubk4JmXI/AAAAAAAAAf4/PWs_VnKU5n4/s400/gemeos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388959849160218994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GÊMEOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles vieram para mim&lt;br /&gt;numa linda Primavera!&lt;br /&gt;Mas um, se foi... Deus o levou...&lt;br /&gt;Vai ficar à minha espera...&lt;br /&gt;Enlouquecida pela dor,&lt;br /&gt;eu me perdi pela estrada...&lt;br /&gt;Tentei voltar, mas não pude;&lt;br /&gt;a sorte estava lançada...&lt;br /&gt;E tu, meu filho querido,&lt;br /&gt;cumpre a missão que lhe cabe...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia se surpreenderás,&lt;br /&gt;talvez me amando, quem sabe...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estamos separados&lt;br /&gt;pelos revezes da vida...&lt;br /&gt;Guarde bastante carinho,&lt;br /&gt;pra esta pobre mãe sofrida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-5186071169932114095?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5186071169932114095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/gemeos_9516.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5186071169932114095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5186071169932114095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/gemeos_9516.html' title='GÊMEOS'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Sslubk4JmXI/AAAAAAAAAf4/PWs_VnKU5n4/s72-c/gemeos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-9147487465075626811</id><published>2009-10-03T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:14:18.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAMADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Ssg3gqZ0xCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/6YJssapBoAw/s1600-h/saudade11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Ssg3gqZ0xCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/6YJssapBoAw/s400/saudade11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388617988426744866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAMADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem...&lt;br /&gt;A noite desce e eu preciso de você...&lt;br /&gt;Vem...&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de querer-me com paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Vem...&lt;br /&gt;Que um grande amor jamais fenece,&lt;br /&gt;quando se transforma em prece,&lt;br /&gt;dentro de um coração.&lt;br /&gt;A noite está tão calma, tão propícia...&lt;br /&gt;A brisa leve, é quase uma carícia,&lt;br /&gt;deixando em torno, aroma de paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Vem, amor, que eu estou sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;Vem, que a saudade me definha&lt;br /&gt;e eu sei que também sente solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-9147487465075626811?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/9147487465075626811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/chamado_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/9147487465075626811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/9147487465075626811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/chamado_03.html' title='CHAMADO'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Ssg3gqZ0xCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/6YJssapBoAw/s72-c/saudade11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-2922414548763246609</id><published>2009-09-27T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:54:48.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAR  FLUORESCENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SsAqoVoRlLI/AAAAAAAAAfA/XRIsUOCb9-4/s1600-h/mar+e+lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SsAqoVoRlLI/AAAAAAAAAfA/XRIsUOCb9-4/s400/mar+e+lua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386352026824316082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAIA DO IMBÉ - RS&lt;br /&gt;ANO: 1949&lt;br /&gt;HISTÓRIA VERÍDICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma noite linda, meio mágica...&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos sentados ao pé de uma duna:&lt;br /&gt;- eu, com treze anos de idade, meu pai, minha&lt;br /&gt;mãe e minha irmãzinha com seis anos.&lt;br /&gt;Ah!... Aquela paz!... Aquele cheiro de marezia...&lt;br /&gt;Não havia mais ninguém na praia; então, lá no&lt;br /&gt;horizonte do oceano, "ela" surgia, como&lt;br /&gt;emergindo das águas: cheia... linda!... parecia&lt;br /&gt;um enorme queijo curado... O céu estava limpo,&lt;br /&gt;sem nuvens; ela reinava absoluta, magestosa!&lt;br /&gt;Quando atingiu o auge do seu explendor, já&lt;br /&gt;estávamos extasiados com aquele espectáculo,&lt;br /&gt;que jamais esqueceríamos pelo resto de nossas&lt;br /&gt;vidas... Seus raios iluminavam toda a superfície&lt;br /&gt;do mar, que ficou aceso por uma luz azul&lt;br /&gt;fluorescente. Ele estava calmo... as ondas&lt;br /&gt;quebravam na praia com suavidade... fomos&lt;br /&gt;para a beira... com uma varinha que eu sempre&lt;br /&gt;carregava, comecei a riscar na areia. os riscos  se&lt;br /&gt;iluminavam... conforme andávamos, por detrás dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;nossos pés, saíam faiscas de luz azul fluorescente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Meu pai pediu que esperássemos ali e foi correndo&lt;br /&gt;até a nossa casa, para buscar uma vasilha. Trouxe&lt;br /&gt;um pote de vidro fino e transparente, que nós o&lt;br /&gt;enchemos com aquela areia que ficava bem na&lt;br /&gt;superfície. Ao chegarmos em casa, apagamos todas&lt;br /&gt;as luzes. Meu pai ergueu o vidro bem no alto e a peça&lt;br /&gt;onde estávamos, ficou iluminada com aquela luz azul&lt;br /&gt;fluorescente. No dia seguinte, desvendamos o&lt;br /&gt;mistério... Era um bichinho do mar, que possui&lt;br /&gt;luz igual aos vagalumes. Certa época do ano, a&lt;br /&gt;superfície do mar fica coalhada desses bichinhos,&lt;br /&gt;que iluminados pela lua cheia, nos oferece esse&lt;br /&gt;espectáculo inesquecivel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-2922414548763246609?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2922414548763246609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/mar-fluorescente_8497.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2922414548763246609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2922414548763246609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/mar-fluorescente_8497.html' title='MAR  FLUORESCENTE'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SsAqoVoRlLI/AAAAAAAAAfA/XRIsUOCb9-4/s72-c/mar+e+lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6031714552436157857</id><published>2009-09-25T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:06:24.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERDIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Sr2uw4YjT1I/AAAAAAAAAeo/TXuak8r02bE/s1600-h/PAI.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Sr2uw4YjT1I/AAAAAAAAAeo/TXuak8r02bE/s400/PAI.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385652884197298002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;PERDIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou em busca de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde me perdi&lt;br /&gt;Eu não mais me reconheço...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou, tim tim por tim tim&lt;br /&gt;Vou começar pelo fim&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver se acho o começo...&lt;br /&gt;Droga de vida madrasta!&lt;br /&gt;Que me castiga de graça&lt;br /&gt;Este não é o meu mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Estou vivendo meu drama&lt;br /&gt;Se tento sair na "raça"&lt;br /&gt;Vou me atolando mais fundo...&lt;br /&gt;A sensação que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;É de estar num labirinto&lt;br /&gt;Sem encontrar a saida...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso encontrar a luz&lt;br /&gt;Por isso imploro: Jesus!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me ajude que estou perdida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6031714552436157857?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6031714552436157857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/perdida_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6031714552436157857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6031714552436157857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/perdida_25.html' title='PERDIDA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/Sr2uw4YjT1I/AAAAAAAAAeo/TXuak8r02bE/s72-c/PAI.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-7353567708190805236</id><published>2009-09-19T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:49:22.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESABAFO OUTONAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SrW9sPjgDhI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Vr3OAEzn1Xk/s1600-h/depressao-adoles_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SrW9sPjgDhI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Vr3OAEzn1Xk/s400/depressao-adoles_g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383417497378622994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESABAFO OUTONAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tivesse imaginado,&lt;br /&gt;como é dificil ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;jamais eu teria ousado,&lt;br /&gt;fazer coisas como eu fiz...&lt;br /&gt;Sentimos as amarguras,&lt;br /&gt;quando se extingue a paixão...&lt;br /&gt;Somando as nossas loucuras,&lt;br /&gt;o resultado é ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei pra que tanta pressa&lt;br /&gt;e tanta comemoração;&lt;br /&gt;se aquele amor teve "festa",&lt;br /&gt;hoje é só acomodação...&lt;br /&gt;Ja cansei do sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;de não querer e ter que ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;É tão grande o envolvimento,&lt;br /&gt;que não dá mais para partir...&lt;br /&gt;O tempo nada perdoa,&lt;br /&gt;pra mim não tem mais porvir.&lt;br /&gt;Se esta vida me magoa,&lt;br /&gt;eu rezo pra ela dormir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-7353567708190805236?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7353567708190805236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/desabafo-outonal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/7353567708190805236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/7353567708190805236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/desabafo-outonal.html' title='DESABAFO OUTONAL'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SrW9sPjgDhI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Vr3OAEzn1Xk/s72-c/depressao-adoles_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-8196349650436227325</id><published>2009-09-03T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:38:33.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POR FAVOR!... ME ESQUEÇA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SqCUVPcUwoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/afRkFV8ywxY/s1600-h/minhas+imagens.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SqCUVPcUwoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/afRkFV8ywxY/s400/minhas+imagens.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377461047723868802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POR FAVOR!... ME ESQUEÇA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isso não pode ser amor...&lt;br /&gt;É uma doença,&lt;br /&gt;que traz desconforto&lt;br /&gt;e sofrimento sem razão.&lt;br /&gt;O coração&lt;br /&gt;padece e não tem jeito,&lt;br /&gt;de evitar tristeza e solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Na fase aguda, não se pensa,&lt;br /&gt;o raciocínio não existe mais...&lt;br /&gt;Por qualquer motivo&lt;br /&gt;vem a mágoa, a desconfiança&lt;br /&gt;e outras coisas mais...&lt;br /&gt;A vida&lt;br /&gt;fica cheia de incertezas&lt;br /&gt;e já não se pode dormir em paz.&lt;br /&gt;Você&lt;br /&gt;bambeou minha cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu peço:&lt;br /&gt; - Por favor!... me esqueça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-8196349650436227325?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8196349650436227325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/por-favor-me-esqueca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/8196349650436227325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/8196349650436227325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/por-favor-me-esqueca.html' title='POR FAVOR!... ME ESQUEÇA...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SqCUVPcUwoI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/afRkFV8ywxY/s72-c/minhas+imagens.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6884855155072553027</id><published>2009-08-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:03:19.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RESPONDAM-ME !!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SpDpMjpsgZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qWCinnfticE/s1600-h/olho_do_mal_filme1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SpDpMjpsgZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qWCinnfticE/s400/olho_do_mal_filme1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373050757390827922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPONDAM-ME !!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Quem quizer me conhecer,&lt;br /&gt;vai ter que ser muito forte...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o fogo da "pira",&lt;br /&gt;mas sou as cinzas da morte...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o vento do "Sul",&lt;br /&gt;mas também sou vento norte...&lt;br /&gt;Sou doce, meiga, gentil,&lt;br /&gt;odiando quem me suporte...&lt;br /&gt;Meu nome é "Mata-Borrão",&lt;br /&gt;de assuntos de toda sorte...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a fumaça negra,&lt;br /&gt;sou bomba em tempos de paz.&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje exalo perfume,&lt;br /&gt;amanhã libero gaz...&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje eu sou velório,&lt;br /&gt;amanhã sou carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje estou muito bem,&lt;br /&gt;amanhã, baixo hospital...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Quem não puder me entender,&lt;br /&gt;eu não vou levar a mal...&lt;br /&gt;- Apenas uma pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Será que isso é normal?!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6884855155072553027?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6884855155072553027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/respondam-me_23.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6884855155072553027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6884855155072553027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/respondam-me_23.html' title='RESPONDAM-ME !!!...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SpDpMjpsgZI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qWCinnfticE/s72-c/olho_do_mal_filme1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-2757131199292010506</id><published>2009-08-12T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:11:08.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGORA EU SINTO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SoMR___NS8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/YhYEBYen43M/s1600-h/despedida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SoMR___NS8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/YhYEBYen43M/s400/despedida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369154971961740226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;AGORA EU SINTO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Degustei o "Absinto"...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo,&lt;br /&gt;mas já não sinto...&lt;br /&gt;Embarquei no espaço,&lt;br /&gt;fugí do cansaço...&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim, eu sinto,&lt;br /&gt;as estrelas, no infinito...&lt;br /&gt;Acordei&lt;br /&gt;de um sonho louco...&lt;br /&gt;Em minha volta,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é lindo!...&lt;br /&gt;Vou seguir alguém&lt;br /&gt;que está passando...&lt;br /&gt;... mas eu estou...&lt;br /&gt;... levitando???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-2757131199292010506?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2757131199292010506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/agora-eu-sinto_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2757131199292010506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2757131199292010506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/agora-eu-sinto_12.html' title='AGORA EU SINTO...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SoMR___NS8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/YhYEBYen43M/s72-c/despedida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-1663789321178566738</id><published>2009-07-19T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:25:16.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AVE MARIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmO0slJyyoI/AAAAAAAAAdA/xhPxyzfSrCo/s1600-h/macacos+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmO0slJyyoI/AAAAAAAAAdA/xhPxyzfSrCo/s400/macacos+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360326659481455234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVE MARIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de graça&lt;br /&gt;Mãe tão querida&lt;br /&gt;Dos sofredores&lt;br /&gt;Vem socorrer&lt;br /&gt;A humanidade&lt;br /&gt;Quase perdida&lt;br /&gt;Por tantas dores&lt;br /&gt;Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;Numa só voz&lt;br /&gt;Todos na terra&lt;br /&gt;Clamam com fervor:&lt;br /&gt; - Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;Rogai por nós&lt;br /&gt;Mãe do Divino Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-1663789321178566738?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1663789321178566738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/ave-maria.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/1663789321178566738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/1663789321178566738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/ave-maria.html' title='AVE MARIA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmO0slJyyoI/AAAAAAAAAdA/xhPxyzfSrCo/s72-c/macacos+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-5420229290378683553</id><published>2009-07-18T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:17:47.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OLHOS DE VELUDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmJW3xM8wnI/AAAAAAAAAco/j78ODTGdfeA/s1600-h/Ztsoay7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 407px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmJW3xM8wnI/AAAAAAAAAco/j78ODTGdfeA/s400/Ztsoay7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359942022624756338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLHOS DE VELUDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa noite&lt;br /&gt;você me encontrou...&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;estranhamente palpitou...&lt;br /&gt;Não foi preciso revelar,&lt;br /&gt;o nosso olhar dizia tudo...&lt;br /&gt;... e a aurora de um amor&lt;br /&gt;eu vi nascer, no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;dos seus olhos de veludo...&lt;br /&gt;Foi grande&lt;br /&gt;a alegria de encontrá-lo,&lt;br /&gt;como arde a chama!...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sofre&lt;br /&gt;sozinho e abandonado,&lt;br /&gt;meu coração que ama...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto em minha boca,&lt;br /&gt;o calor do beijo seu...&lt;br /&gt;... e vou vivendo da saudade&lt;br /&gt;... que você me deu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-5420229290378683553?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5420229290378683553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/olhos-de-veludo_18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5420229290378683553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5420229290378683553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/olhos-de-veludo_18.html' title='OLHOS DE VELUDO'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmJW3xM8wnI/AAAAAAAAAco/j78ODTGdfeA/s72-c/Ztsoay7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-3808950695252634718</id><published>2009-07-18T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:27:42.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEGUINDO A COMITIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmJLOWE5qTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/RxEqpMnhKqA/s1600-h/0,,17729436-GDV,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmJLOWE5qTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/RxEqpMnhKqA/s400/0,,17729436-GDV,00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359929216340699442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEGUINDO A COMITIVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra seguir a comitiva,&lt;br /&gt;eu recebi um convite.&lt;br /&gt;Eu era "peru de fora"&lt;br /&gt;e a peonada era de elite.&lt;br /&gt;Montado num pantaneiro,&lt;br /&gt;eu acompanhava ao lado&lt;br /&gt;e o vento espalhava o cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;do meu traseiro suado...&lt;br /&gt;O calor era tão forte,&lt;br /&gt;não tem Cristo que aguente...&lt;br /&gt;... e aquele suor salgado,&lt;br /&gt;queimava a pele da gente.&lt;br /&gt;Ao som daquele berrante,&lt;br /&gt;os bois ganhavam terreno...&lt;br /&gt;Eu me fazendo de forte,&lt;br /&gt;mantinha meu "ar" sereno...&lt;br /&gt;A vida de um boiadeiro,&lt;br /&gt;é uma vida muito bruta;&lt;br /&gt;quando saem em comitiva,&lt;br /&gt;sabem que será uma luta...&lt;br /&gt;De fazenda pra fazenda,&lt;br /&gt;ou então pra outro estado,&lt;br /&gt;vão conduzindo a boiada,&lt;br /&gt;pro seu destino traçado...&lt;br /&gt;Na frente vai  ponteiro,&lt;br /&gt;no meio vai o meieiro,&lt;br /&gt;depois tem o culateiro&lt;br /&gt;e também o cozinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Cozinheiro vai na frente,&lt;br /&gt;até o ponto de parada,&lt;br /&gt;pra montar o acampamento&lt;br /&gt;e cozinhar para a peonada.&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos na hora certa...&lt;br /&gt;- Olha o arroz carreteiro!!!&lt;br /&gt;Um merecido descanso&lt;br /&gt;e parabéns pro cozinheiro!...&lt;br /&gt;À noite, fazem fogueira&lt;br /&gt;e sentam todos em volta,&lt;br /&gt;olhando o céu estrelado...&lt;br /&gt;A paz, é tudo que importa...&lt;br /&gt;Eles vão contando "causos"&lt;br /&gt;e ao longe, o gado pastando...&lt;br /&gt;Curtindo o som da viola&lt;br /&gt;e do violeiro cantando...&lt;br /&gt;E logo de manhã cedo,&lt;br /&gt;depois de um café quentinho,&lt;br /&gt;a comitiva e o gado,&lt;br /&gt;retomam o seu caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-3808950695252634718?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3808950695252634718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/seguindo-comitiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3808950695252634718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/3808950695252634718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/seguindo-comitiva.html' title='SEGUINDO A COMITIVA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmJLOWE5qTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/RxEqpMnhKqA/s72-c/0,,17729436-GDV,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6668873549219419774</id><published>2009-07-18T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:22:49.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLIDÃO A DOIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmI4q2oOEqI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ug2bvsFrAjU/s1600-h/fabula_mulher_triste_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmI4q2oOEqI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ug2bvsFrAjU/s400/fabula_mulher_triste_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359908815394181794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOLIDÃO  A  DOIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conviver&lt;br /&gt;com mente atrasada,&lt;br /&gt;é meditar&lt;br /&gt;com o pensamento em nada...&lt;br /&gt;Passo os dias&lt;br /&gt;sentindo um vazio,&lt;br /&gt;tão grande, que dá arrepio...&lt;br /&gt;Trocar ideias?&lt;br /&gt;isso nem pensar!...&lt;br /&gt;Até perdi&lt;br /&gt;a vontade de sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;emudeceu a nossa relação;&lt;br /&gt;viver assim,&lt;br /&gt;não tem mais condição.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;e a gente se destrói;&lt;br /&gt;você não sabe, como isso dói...&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não tenho fé para rezar,&lt;br /&gt;mas esse papo,&lt;br /&gt;eu deixo pra depois,&lt;br /&gt;porque&lt;br /&gt;não há nada que seja pior,&lt;br /&gt;do que a solidão...&lt;br /&gt;... a dois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6668873549219419774?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6668873549219419774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/solidao-dois_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6668873549219419774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6668873549219419774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/solidao-dois_18.html' title='SOLIDÃO A DOIS'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmI4q2oOEqI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ug2bvsFrAjU/s72-c/fabula_mulher_triste_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-249677331571192482</id><published>2009-07-18T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:50:36.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR  POETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmI0k3bpKuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/BcrRhPDT1gU/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmI0k3bpKuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/BcrRhPDT1gU/s400/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359904314484140770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMOR POETA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me&lt;br /&gt;aquecer as suas mãos, aqui, em meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;bem juntinho ao coração... e vai sentir&lt;br /&gt;como ele bate por você...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me&lt;br /&gt;olhar fundo nos seus olhos... pode ler meus&lt;br /&gt;pensamentos, mas não vá enrubescer...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me&lt;br /&gt;aquecê-la nos meus braços, pois é fria a&lt;br /&gt;madrugada, na beleza dessa noite de luar!...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me&lt;br /&gt;dizer que sou poeta... que é só por você&lt;br /&gt;que eu vivo... que eu só vivo, para poder&lt;br /&gt;... lhe amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-249677331571192482?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/249677331571192482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-poeta_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/249677331571192482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/249677331571192482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-poeta_18.html' title='AMOR  POETA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmI0k3bpKuI/AAAAAAAAAcA/BcrRhPDT1gU/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6119648247989851190</id><published>2009-07-18T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:31:57.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPERANÇA  DOÍDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmIgtlk9xcI/AAAAAAAAAbw/tM9JS6H6aJ8/s1600-h/imagem_solidao_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmIgtlk9xcI/AAAAAAAAAbw/tM9JS6H6aJ8/s400/imagem_solidao_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359882474077668802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESPERANÇA  DOÍDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E agora...&lt;br /&gt;O que vai ser da minha vida!...&lt;br /&gt;Estou doída... quero chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Foi tanta solidão na despedida,&lt;br /&gt;Que foi dificil de suportar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Você me deixou deprimida,&lt;br /&gt;adoeceu meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou lutar com esperança,&lt;br /&gt;De encontrar uma nova paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Foi tanto amor... você e eu...&lt;br /&gt;Mas acabou e a culpa não foi minha...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou em busca de um novo amor,&lt;br /&gt;Porque não sei mais caminhar sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou pensar na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Estou doída... quero chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6119648247989851190?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6119648247989851190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/esperanca-doida_3556.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6119648247989851190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6119648247989851190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/esperanca-doida_3556.html' title='ESPERANÇA  DOÍDA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SmIgtlk9xcI/AAAAAAAAAbw/tM9JS6H6aJ8/s72-c/imagem_solidao_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-4604994866800939159</id><published>2009-06-28T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:29:21.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SELF - SERVICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkfgTNRyMVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/YsG2u0xSmrU/s1600-h/3540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkfgTNRyMVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/YsG2u0xSmrU/s400/3540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352493302739513682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostradamus! Me perdoe...&lt;br /&gt;Você é um mau adivinho...&lt;br /&gt;Estou em 2009,&lt;br /&gt;Postando no meu "bloguinho"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a gente planta a semente,&lt;br /&gt;Um pensamento me acalma...&lt;br /&gt;Em se tratando de gente,&lt;br /&gt;Nossa semente é a alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mundo de tanta ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;É dificil alguém ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sofro por uma paixão,&lt;br /&gt;Pra pagar certas coisas que eu fiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas pessoas que dizem,&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor é grande lorota,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca provaram do "bom",&lt;br /&gt;Dessa paixão que me esgota...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixe de sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;O sonho evita o sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida sem sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Não vale a pena viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o amor, com amor se paga,&lt;br /&gt;Que paga você me deu?&lt;br /&gt;Só me resta agora a mágoa,&lt;br /&gt;Desse seu amor ateu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pinga bate, sobe e desce&lt;br /&gt;E o cara se sente "Macho"...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, ela sobe e desce,&lt;br /&gt;Levando o cara pra baixo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra oferecer um churrasco,&lt;br /&gt;A carne boa é a "picanha".&lt;br /&gt;Não é para gente humilde,&lt;br /&gt;Só pra quem tem vida ganha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pão em Sampa, é Bengala&lt;br /&gt;E lá no Rio, é Bisnaga.&lt;br /&gt;Na minha casa, é Cacete,&lt;br /&gt;Só ta faltando o Viagra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atenção, minha gente!&lt;br /&gt;Não se deixem levar&lt;br /&gt;Por um mero "ditado"...&lt;br /&gt;Nem toda loira é burra,&lt;br /&gt;Muitas, têm cabelo pintado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonha aquela coroa,&lt;br /&gt;Conquistar um garotão...&lt;br /&gt;Se besunta, numa boa,&lt;br /&gt;pra não ter decepção...&lt;br /&gt;Os homens da sua idade,&lt;br /&gt;Se a paqueram, ela dispensa.&lt;br /&gt;Só não sabe da verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Que o "creme", não compensa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem cobra que engole sapo&lt;br /&gt;E também engole pinto...&lt;br /&gt;Isso aconteceu comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Falo a verdade e não minto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu também fui engolir...&lt;br /&gt;... doeu-me os "quarto"...&lt;br /&gt;... até os "quinto"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-4604994866800939159?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4604994866800939159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/self-service_9664.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4604994866800939159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/4604994866800939159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/self-service_9664.html' title='SELF - SERVICE'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkfgTNRyMVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/YsG2u0xSmrU/s72-c/3540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-5693703305590367548</id><published>2009-06-28T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:44:34.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CABEÇA  LERDA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkfDyGgnAJI/AAAAAAAAAao/IpFY-Upr0SM/s1600-h/14539_gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkfDyGgnAJI/AAAAAAAAAao/IpFY-Upr0SM/s400/14539_gr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352461947661385874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Eu penso... penso... penso...&lt;br /&gt;... penso em quase nada...&lt;br /&gt;Quando tenho alguma ideia,&lt;br /&gt;quase sempre é uma furada...&lt;br /&gt;O que mais gosto de ver&lt;br /&gt;na natureza, é o colorido...&lt;br /&gt;Minha cabeça é lerda,&lt;br /&gt;mas funcionam meus sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;Sou louca por perfumes&lt;br /&gt;e por um contato humano...&lt;br /&gt;Pensar me aborrece&lt;br /&gt;e também o cotidiano...&lt;br /&gt;Só de pensar eu me canso,&lt;br /&gt;das coisas que nunca fiz...&lt;br /&gt;O sonho da minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;é ter um "piersing" no nariz.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Cismei de aprender inglês!...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que eu tenho medo,&lt;br /&gt;é de esquecer o português...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-5693703305590367548?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5693703305590367548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/cabeca-lerda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5693703305590367548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5693703305590367548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/cabeca-lerda.html' title='CABEÇA  LERDA...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkfDyGgnAJI/AAAAAAAAAao/IpFY-Upr0SM/s72-c/14539_gr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-6648517729642198436</id><published>2009-06-24T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:45:11.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISTERIOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkMAQoVleHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qkTJIOFM8Io/s1600-h/m74_gemini_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkMAQoVleHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qkTJIOFM8Io/s400/m74_gemini_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351121067952142450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O universo transverso...&lt;br /&gt;O mundo invisivel...&lt;br /&gt;O impossivel, bem possivel...&lt;br /&gt;O que haverá além do além?&lt;br /&gt;Os inocentes são sábios...&lt;br /&gt;Eles sentem os mistérios no ar...&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta de um inocente:&lt;br /&gt;- Mamãe! Quem foi que fez Deus!&lt;br /&gt;- Se Deus fez a gente?&lt;br /&gt;Visões - Sensações e Pré-Monições.&lt;br /&gt;Um emaranhado em nossa mente...&lt;br /&gt;O mundo girando em maior confusão.&lt;br /&gt;Bondade e maldade em apertos de mão...&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei definir, se sou crente ou descrente...&lt;br /&gt;Só sei, que eu queria ficar pra semente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-6648517729642198436?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6648517729642198436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/misterios.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6648517729642198436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/6648517729642198436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/misterios.html' title='MISTERIOS...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkMAQoVleHI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qkTJIOFM8Io/s72-c/m74_gemini_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-1965870085159256527</id><published>2009-06-24T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:25:52.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAROLINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkL78f-KYjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ppT-f-_teTg/s1600-h/para_orkut_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkL78f-KYjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ppT-f-_teTg/s400/para_orkut_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351116324062519858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOCÊ NASCEU!!!&lt;br /&gt;VOCÊ NASCEU DO AMOR,&lt;br /&gt;"CAROLINA!"&lt;br /&gt;RASPA DE TACHO...&lt;br /&gt;AMOR DE MENINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DORME FELIZ!...&lt;br /&gt;COM TANTOS OLHOS&lt;br /&gt;À ESPREITÁ-LA&lt;br /&gt;EM SEU BERCINHO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SÃO ESSES OLHOS,&lt;br /&gt;QUE VÃO VELAR&lt;br /&gt;SEUS SONHOS LINDOS,&lt;br /&gt;PELA VIDA,&lt;br /&gt;EM SEU CAMINHO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-1965870085159256527?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1965870085159256527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/carolina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/1965870085159256527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/1965870085159256527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/carolina.html' title='CAROLINA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkL78f-KYjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ppT-f-_teTg/s72-c/para_orkut_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-7136875198041207300</id><published>2009-06-24T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:42:23.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMIGO FOI ASSIM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkLxALVe65I/AAAAAAAAAZo/Qvlm4CdAQ6Y/s1600-h/1190140773_autumn_reflections__mike_jones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkLxALVe65I/AAAAAAAAAZo/Qvlm4CdAQ6Y/s400/1190140773_autumn_reflections__mike_jones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351104292614761362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor&lt;br /&gt;cresceu de um jeito,&lt;br /&gt;que nem cabe no meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;tomou conta de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Quem ama alguém,&lt;br /&gt;não enxerga seus defeitos,&lt;br /&gt;que se tornam qualidades,&lt;br /&gt;por mais que sejam ruins...&lt;br /&gt;Se tornam frágeis,&lt;br /&gt;como folhas ao vento,&lt;br /&gt;que sopradas pela vida,&lt;br /&gt;sempre têm o mesmo fim...&lt;br /&gt;Se tornam secas,&lt;br /&gt;como as árvores no Outono,&lt;br /&gt;quando sofrem de abandono,&lt;br /&gt;pois comigo foi assim...&lt;br /&gt;Eu luto&lt;br /&gt;contra este sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;mas quando eu penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;eu fico louca!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me lembro&lt;br /&gt;dos nossos lindos sonhos!&lt;br /&gt;Saudade&lt;br /&gt;de beijar a tua boca...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso&lt;br /&gt;te arrancar do pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;não posso&lt;br /&gt;alimentar mais ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero&lt;br /&gt;mais viver neste tormento...&lt;br /&gt;Mas é inutil dizer...&lt;br /&gt;...Não queira!... Coração..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-7136875198041207300?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7136875198041207300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/comigo-foi-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/7136875198041207300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/7136875198041207300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/comigo-foi-assim.html' title='COMIGO FOI ASSIM...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkLxALVe65I/AAAAAAAAAZo/Qvlm4CdAQ6Y/s72-c/1190140773_autumn_reflections__mike_jones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-9111259790116038651</id><published>2009-06-24T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:43:10.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" HOSANA "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkLiPbJcC0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/qK-3O02jLaA/s1600-h/0,,8183708,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkLiPbJcC0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/qK-3O02jLaA/s400/0,,8183708,00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351088061882829634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva a democracia&lt;br /&gt;e a roubalheira irrestrita...&lt;br /&gt;Políticos na fartura&lt;br /&gt;e o povo em sua desdita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladrão em nosso Pais,&lt;br /&gt;chega, rouba, fim e ponto.&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse roubar na China,&lt;br /&gt;ele já estaria morto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obama" e Deus nas alturas&lt;br /&gt;e "Lulas" no prato do dia...&lt;br /&gt;"Hosana" ao nosso Brasil,&lt;br /&gt;terra de samba e alegria,&lt;br /&gt;onde tudo é tão "Real",&lt;br /&gt;que a fome vira poesia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama: - Esse é o Cara!!!&lt;br /&gt;- O mais popular do mundo!...&lt;br /&gt;Apontou o dedo e pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, PT saudações,&lt;br /&gt;até o próximo encontro...&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe em nossa "Alvorada"&lt;br /&gt;depois na "Granja do "Torto"?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-9111259790116038651?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/9111259790116038651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/hosana_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/9111259790116038651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/9111259790116038651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/hosana_24.html' title='&quot; HOSANA &quot;'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkLiPbJcC0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/qK-3O02jLaA/s72-c/0,,8183708,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-2895918936605859533</id><published>2009-06-24T19:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:31:54.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EU VOU À PESCA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkLgkz2rymI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/B4z6rXesjos/s1600-h/img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkLgkz2rymI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/B4z6rXesjos/s400/img.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351086230269053538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU VOU LÁ, CAVAR A TERRA,&lt;br /&gt;VOU PEGAR MINHOCA GORDA.&lt;br /&gt;HOJE EU VOU PRA PESCARIA&lt;br /&gt;E QUERO QUE O MUNDO SE EXPLODA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE O RIO NÃO TIVER PEIXE&lt;br /&gt;E O CASCUDO FOR PRA ÓCA,&lt;br /&gt;EU NÃO VOU PERDER MEU TEMPO,&lt;br /&gt;DANDO BANHO NA MINHOCA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU NÃO VOU FICAR À ESPERA&lt;br /&gt;QUE ACONTEÇA ALGUM MILAGRE...&lt;br /&gt;SE EU NÃO CONSEGUIR MEU PEIXE,&lt;br /&gt;EU VOU LÁ PRO "PESQUE E PAGUE"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINHA FILHA É PESCADORA,&lt;br /&gt;JÁ GANHOU ATÉ TROFÉU!...&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO VAI À PESCARIA,&lt;br /&gt;ELA ESTÁ INDO PRO CÉU...&lt;br /&gt;E POR UMA BOA PESCA,&lt;br /&gt;VAI PRA "ILHA DO BORNÉU"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-2895918936605859533?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2895918936605859533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-vou-pesca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2895918936605859533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2895918936605859533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-vou-pesca.html' title='EU VOU À PESCA...'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkLgkz2rymI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/B4z6rXesjos/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-5137112152696780265</id><published>2009-06-24T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:14:18.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAUCHO BOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkLbH3Ou_OI/AAAAAAAAAZI/UJ7JSrtNcy8/s1600-h/413749035_bd394ec881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkLbH3Ou_OI/AAAAAAAAAZI/UJ7JSrtNcy8/s400/413749035_bd394ec881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351080235400887522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu sou gaúcho&lt;br /&gt;E não entrego a rapadura...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a minha ditadura&lt;br /&gt;Pra ninguém me contestá...&lt;br /&gt;Sou bom no laço,&lt;br /&gt;Na paquera e no abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Sou bom em tudo que faço,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dado o que falá...&lt;br /&gt;Por onde eu chego,&lt;br /&gt;Vai juntando a mulherada...&lt;br /&gt;Tem muita mulhé tarada&lt;br /&gt;Querendo me segurá...&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico macho!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dou carinho e dou porrada!...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tem mulhé danada,&lt;br /&gt;Que faz por onde apanhá...&lt;br /&gt;Morena "boa"&lt;br /&gt;Me falou em casamento...&lt;br /&gt;Essa idéia eu não aguento!&lt;br /&gt;Nem sou louco de pensá...&lt;br /&gt;Falei pra ela:&lt;br /&gt;Só aceito ajuntamento...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou home de momento&lt;br /&gt;E essa briga, é pra já!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-5137112152696780265?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5137112152696780265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/gaucho-bom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5137112152696780265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/5137112152696780265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/gaucho-bom.html' title='GAUCHO BOM'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkLbH3Ou_OI/AAAAAAAAAZI/UJ7JSrtNcy8/s72-c/413749035_bd394ec881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-2596067584474011126</id><published>2009-06-24T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:54:36.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMANDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkKe7tletZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/toiuBAfOrAo/s1600-h/7078895_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkKe7tletZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/toiuBAfOrAo/s400/7078895_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351014055955838354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMANDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Eu tenho um lindo cavalo,&lt;br /&gt;Puro sangue, Campolina.&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu chamo: Comander!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ele olha e se inclina...&lt;br /&gt;Dou um beijo em seu fucinho,&lt;br /&gt;Seu cheirinho me fascina...&lt;br /&gt;Vou inventar um perfume,&lt;br /&gt;De cavalo Campolina...&lt;br /&gt;Nessa época do ano,&lt;br /&gt;Carrapato tem aos monte...&lt;br /&gt;O pior é aquele grande,&lt;br /&gt;Que chamam de rebolero.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de aplicar remédio,&lt;br /&gt;Eu lhe escovo o corpo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Para me agradecer,&lt;br /&gt;Roça os beiço em meu pescoço...&lt;br /&gt;Eu coço e ele me coça...&lt;br /&gt;É cavalo carinhoso!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu ponho ração e sal&lt;br /&gt;para ele lá no cocho e depois&lt;br /&gt;De encher o bucho,&lt;br /&gt;Me dá um olhar brejeiro...&lt;br /&gt;Pra brincar dá uns pinote&lt;br /&gt;E sái marchando bem faceiro!...&lt;br /&gt;Eia!!!  Eia!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seu cheirinho me fascina...&lt;br /&gt;Vou inventar um perfume,&lt;br /&gt;De cavalo Campolina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-2596067584474011126?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2596067584474011126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/comander.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2596067584474011126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/2596067584474011126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/comander.html' title='COMANDER'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkKe7tletZI/AAAAAAAAAY4/toiuBAfOrAo/s72-c/7078895_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4719382084752085328.post-8707299010738358700</id><published>2009-06-24T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:52:07.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMA  VAZIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkKMoPT3MbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4l_Y9BHTitc/s1600-h/359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkKMoPT3MbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4l_Y9BHTitc/s400/359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350993930202067378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALMA VAZIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É triste vir ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;sem saber porque se vem...&lt;br /&gt;É triste estar amando e no fim, não ter ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sonho de um dia, no outro desvanesce.&lt;br /&gt;O amor que iludia, em outro a gente esquece...&lt;br /&gt;Parece verdadeiro, mas a verdade é outra...&lt;br /&gt;E as desilusões sofridas, nem se conta...&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando-se demais, a alma fica tonta&lt;br /&gt;e a felicidade, jamais a gente encontra...&lt;br /&gt;O amor que se perdeu, foi chama do momento,&lt;br /&gt;pois tudo acabou, pois tudo já passou...&lt;br /&gt;A vida continúa e eu sigo pela estrada;&lt;br /&gt;buscando um sentimento, buscando tudo&lt;br /&gt;... ou nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É triste vir ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;sem saber porque se vem...&lt;br /&gt;É triste estar amando e no fim, não ter ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;... Ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4719382084752085328-8707299010738358700?l=blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8707299010738358700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/alma-vazia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/8707299010738358700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4719382084752085328/posts/default/8707299010738358700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogarteepoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/alma-vazia.html' title='ALMA  VAZIA'/><author><name>Greta Marcon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00343958918377747935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SZumOTdGb8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/pGzBrB9kgV4/S220/Meus+documentos.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VPECkgmoU4U/SkKMoPT3MbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4l_Y9BHTitc/s72-c/359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
