<?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-4433973343646964618</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:46:20.326-07:00</updated><category term='Querer...'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='Amar'/><category term='Amor...'/><category term='Para reflectir...'/><category term='Amizade'/><category term='Desilusão'/><category term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Sonhos &amp; Poesia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4433973343646964618/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sonhadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05975169016881446019</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/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/SLvnb2kg-fI/AAAAAAAAACY/6qCERPHZhLA/S220/conc_olhos.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433973343646964618.post-4488342870098128645</id><published>2008-02-09T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:45:24.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas da vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/SLwOBnzQ75I/AAAAAAAAADI/FzdD2GMbu-g/s1600-h/5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241079487379074962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/SLwOBnzQ75I/AAAAAAAAADI/FzdD2GMbu-g/s320/5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naquele jardim florido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busquei num recanto perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma rosa vermelha para te oferecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de modo a recordarmos o nosso viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de sonhos e emoções dentro dos nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que se alegram diariamente com as nossas sensações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de querermos mais plenitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dentro desta atitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de respeito profundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por cada um do nosso mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que nos une numa perfeição sobrenatural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como não há igual nesta vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da nossa alma querida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encostei a minha cara à tua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijei os teus lábios com doçura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estavas ofegante no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como a despertar para uma nova realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desta verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de conhecer o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com todo este calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de entrega total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;num abraço final de almas gémeas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que vão caminhar unidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem ficarem abatidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelos desentendimentos dos seus egos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;num perdão cego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que leva á perfeição do amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sublimando toda a dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4433973343646964618-4488342870098128645?l=sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4488342870098128645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4433973343646964618&amp;postID=4488342870098128645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4433973343646964618/posts/default/4488342870098128645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4433973343646964618/posts/default/4488342870098128645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com/2008/02/coisas-da-vida.html' title='Coisas da vida...'/><author><name>Sonhadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05975169016881446019</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/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/SLvnb2kg-fI/AAAAAAAAACY/6qCERPHZhLA/S220/conc_olhos.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/SLwOBnzQ75I/AAAAAAAAADI/FzdD2GMbu-g/s72-c/5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433973343646964618.post-2452514130604649535</id><published>2007-04-03T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:43:39.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Tarde demais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/RhJ142cI5rI/AAAAAAAAACA/wwfjJj5BYZc/s1600-h/25.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/RhJ1kmcI5qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fVu241S2egE/s1600-h/59151vlla75zyh2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049227403890058914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/RhJ1kmcI5qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fVu241S2egE/s320/59151vlla75zyh2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tarde de mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegaste enfim, para te ver&lt;br /&gt;Abriu-se a noite em mágico luar;&lt;br /&gt;E para o som de teus passos conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Pôs-se o silêncio, em volta, a escutar...&lt;br /&gt;Chegaste, enfim! Milagre de endoidar!&lt;br /&gt;Viu-se nessa hora o que não pode ser:&lt;br /&gt;Em plena noite, a noite iluminar&lt;br /&gt;E as pedras do caminho florescer!&lt;br /&gt;Beijando a areia de oiro dos desertos&lt;br /&gt;Procurara-te em vão! Braços abertos,&lt;br /&gt;Pés nus, olhos a rir, a boca em flor!&lt;br /&gt;E há cem anos que eu era nova e linda!...&lt;br /&gt;E a minha boca morta grita ainda:&lt;br /&gt;Porque chegaste tarde, ó meu Amor?!... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4433973343646964618-2452514130604649535?l=sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2452514130604649535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4433973343646964618&amp;postID=2452514130604649535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/RgAVhC1d8XI/AAAAAAAAABk/KyZoGog3AjE/s320/amizadeingrediente.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/RgAVTS1d8WI/AAAAAAAAABc/juMRL5eO7UI/s1600-h/aamizadecomeamb3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044055003872751970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/RgAVTS1d8WI/AAAAAAAAABc/juMRL5eO7UI/s320/aamizadecomeamb3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Férias de inverno á beira-mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cabanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/RgAU0C1d8VI/AAAAAAAAABU/rd6PAisuKjA/s1600-h/DSCN1670.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044054467001839954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/RgAU0C1d8VI/AAAAAAAAABU/rd6PAisuKjA/s320/DSCN1670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4433973343646964618-4329744155498012538?l=sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4329744155498012538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/SLvnb2kg-fI/AAAAAAAAACY/6qCERPHZhLA/S220/conc_olhos.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433973343646964618.post-8314378264924721660</id><published>2007-03-06T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:42:14.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor...'/><title type='text'>Preludio de Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/Re1CbZdkJWI/AAAAAAAAABM/r_2xiPzG18s/s1600-h/bemvindo1159794264.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038756145584678226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/Re1CBJdkJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/o17hcfpjHp0/s320/flower00121.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Preludio de amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Não sei a medida do amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei até onde ele pode suportar a distancia tua,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A ausência do toque, as noites intermináveis de insónia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As lágrimas que banham a minha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;face quando sinto a tua falta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tenho suportado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As poucas horas contigo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a estrada que nos separa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A falta do dia a dia, do abraço, do afago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do jeito manso de dizer-te:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dor dessa espera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Também tenho suportado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A indecisão dos teus sentimentos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ora, meus, ora, teus!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As idas e vindas nas discussões?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda tenho suportado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o que mais pesa em mim é saber &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que um dia me dirás Adeus,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É saber que o meu passarinho voará&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de volta ao ninho, e deixará em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que eu jamais terei forças para suportar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu céu vazio!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4433973343646964618-8314378264924721660?l=sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8314378264924721660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4433973343646964618&amp;postID=8314378264924721660' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433973343646964618.post-7309311287775771876</id><published>2007-02-27T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:40:37.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Para reflectir...'/><title type='text'>Instruções para a vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/ReSpngqkkcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/F4olX2cxJI8/s1600-h/002.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036336779555541442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/ReSpngqkkcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/F4olX2cxJI8/s320/002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;13 LINHAS PARA VIVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;Gosto de você não por quem tu és, mas por quem sou quando estou contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;Nenhuma pessoa merece tuas lágrimas, e quem as mereça não te farás chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;Só porque alguém não te ama como você quer, não significa que não te amecom todo teu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;Um verdadeiro amigo é quem pega tua mão e toca teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;A pior forma de sentir saudade de alguém é estar sentado a seu lado esaber que nunca o poderás ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;Nunca deixes de sorrir, nem quando estejas triste porque nunca sabes quem pode se apaixonar por teu sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;Podes ser somente uma pessoa para o mundo, mas para alguma pessoa você é o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;Não passes o tempo com alguém que não esteja disposto a passá-lo contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt;Quem sabe Deus queira que conheças muita gente equivocada antes que conheças a pessoa adequada, para que quando finalmente a conheças, saibas estar agradecido.&lt;br /&gt;10.Não chores porque já terminou, sorria porque aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;Sempre haverá gente que te machuca, assim que o que tens a fazer é seguir confiandoe ser mais cuidadoso em quem confias duas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;Transforme-se em uma pessoa melhor e assegure-se de saber quem és antes deconhecer alguém e esperar que essa pessoa saiba quem és.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;Não te esforces tanto, as melhores coisas acontecem quando menos as esperas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"TUDO QUE ACONTECE, ACONTECE POR UMA RAZÃO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gabriel Garcia Marques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4433973343646964618-7309311287775771876?l=sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7309311287775771876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4433973343646964618&amp;postID=7309311287775771876' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433973343646964618.post-7125907105148597027</id><published>2007-02-20T16:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:40:13.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Querer...'/><title type='text'>Amar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/RdwrWwqkkaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZGWGQ4cakKs/s1600-h/feld06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033946153513947554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/RdwrWwqkkaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZGWGQ4cakKs/s320/feld06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amar é chorar como quem ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É tremer de frio e sentir calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É perder sangue sem dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É estar triste quando sorri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amar é acordar sem ter dormido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É sentir o coração nas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É suar sem se mexer, é gemido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É intenso querer fazer Amor contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amar é andar mesmo sem pernas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É ser odiado e gostar de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É perder a cabeça e não apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É teu perfume no ar, eu senti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amar é sem reino ser Rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É lutar sem espada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É ser humilhado e dizer Amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amar multiplicação de sentir centrado em ti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4433973343646964618-7125907105148597027?l=sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7125907105148597027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4433973343646964618&amp;postID=7125907105148597027' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4433973343646964618/posts/default/7125907105148597027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4433973343646964618/posts/default/7125907105148597027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com/2007/02/amar.html' title='Amar!!!'/><author><name>Sonhadora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05975169016881446019</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/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/SLvnb2kg-fI/AAAAAAAAACY/6qCERPHZhLA/S220/conc_olhos.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/RdwrWwqkkaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZGWGQ4cakKs/s72-c/feld06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433973343646964618.post-2738389895591007869</id><published>2007-02-20T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:38:27.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desilusão'/><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/Rduj9gqkkZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUBolxmUrxc/s1600-h/40f3mz.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033797285652500882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz_QX89i0gQ/Rduj9gqkkZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VUBolxmUrxc/s320/40f3mz.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu antes sonhava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Labutava em busca de um sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lutava com todas as armas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Para conquistar meu lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas houve um instante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Um momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Uma dor que me fez chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lascinante rasgou-me por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fez-me ver o pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fez-me ver o quão eram frágeis todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Os meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Construídos sobre escombros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;De um coração atormentado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fez-me cair em um profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Abismo do nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Vácuo sem fim e sem começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Onde me encontro em sua ausência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Questiono-me sem fim,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Porque fui tão fraca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tão inútil,Tão iludida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Porque deixei-me acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Em palavras que nunca passaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;De palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;De instantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que voaram ao vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que se perderam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que se esqueceram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;De seu paradeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;De uma atitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que nunca chegou a existir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Você me fez acreditar em você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Só não me ensinou a pior das lições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Esquecer-te de todo o meu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;De toda a minha alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A ter forças para apagar-te da minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Seu rosto dos meus pensamentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sua voz do meu ouvido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Vivo em um tormento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que você instaurou em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Solidão e ausência refletindo-se em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eu antes que sorria, hoje só consigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter comigo a auto-piedade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem saber lutar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sem saber acreditar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sem ter forças para sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sem ter forças para viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E o principal, sem ter forças para te esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Queria ter alguém aqui comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Um abraço e que retirasse de dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;De mim este sentimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que enxugasse minhas lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E que me mostrasse que tudo não passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;De um pesadelo, que você nunca existiu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pior que nunca sequer gostei de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4433973343646964618-2738389895591007869?l=sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhosepoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2738389895591007869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4433973343646964618&amp;postID=2738389895591007869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4433973343646964618/posts/default/2738389895591007869'/><link 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