<?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-7733371922501114376</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:03:31.886-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos Fragmentados</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-4412458050234686427</id><published>2012-01-19T03:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T03:10:14.135-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um novo ano começou e eu não escrevi &amp;nbsp;nada a respeito... então pra "saudar" 2012 e para comemorar essa nova fase da minha vida, resolvi escrever aqui um texto de &lt;u&gt;Rubem Alves&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎"Eu quero desaprender para aprender de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Raspar as tintas com que me pintaram.&lt;br /&gt;Desencaixotar emoções,&lt;br /&gt;recuperar sentidos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Passolongo_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DO9FKcU3-Cg/TxekI4daydI/AAAAAAAABsc/bFheNOf7vqI/s1600/377000_269770046403652_172982296082428_721247_549048098_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DO9FKcU3-Cg/TxekI4daydI/AAAAAAAABsc/bFheNOf7vqI/s320/377000_269770046403652_172982296082428_721247_549048098_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-6252919469991749856?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/6252919469991749856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2012/01/recomece-como-faz-o-sol-todas-as-manhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/6252919469991749856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/6252919469991749856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2012/01/recomece-como-faz-o-sol-todas-as-manhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DO9FKcU3-Cg/TxekI4daydI/AAAAAAAABsc/bFheNOf7vqI/s72-c/377000_269770046403652_172982296082428_721247_549048098_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-1022486868847361857</id><published>2012-01-19T02:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T02:57:01.501-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Devolve toda a tranqüilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Toda a felicidade que eu te dei e que perdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Devolve todos os sonhos loucos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;que eu construí aos poucos e te ofereci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Devolve, eu peço, por favor, aquele imenso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;que nos teus braços esqueci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Devolve, que eu te devolvo ainda esta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;saudade infinda que eu tenho de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Mário Lago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Esta mão nós chamamos de Deus, e Ele deve sempre conduzi-lo em direção à Sua vontade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ª) De vez em quando eu preciso parar o que estou escrevendo, e usar o apontador, isso faz com que o lápis sofra um pouco, mas no final, ele está mais afiado. Portanto, saiba suportar algumas dores, porque elas o farão ser uma pessoa melhor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3ª) O lápis sempre permite que usemos uma borracha para apagar aquilo que estava errado. Entenda que corrigir uma coisa que fizemos não é necessariamente algo mau, mas algo importante para nos manter no caminho da justiça;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4ª) O que realmente importa no lápis não é a madeira ou sua forma exterior, mas o grafite que está dentro. Portanto, sempre cuide daquilo que acontece dentro de você; e finalmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5ª) O lápis sempre deixa uma marca, da mesma maneira, saiba que tudo que você fizer na vida, irá deixar traços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-3325072983821190867?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/3325072983821190867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-coisas-que-aprendi-com-lapis-1-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/3325072983821190867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/3325072983821190867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-coisas-que-aprendi-com-lapis-1-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-6344829665398050383</id><published>2011-11-26T16:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T16:10:52.577-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Começar de novo&lt;/u&gt; e contar comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vai valer a pena ter amanhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ter me rebelado, ter me debatido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ter me machucado, ter sobrevivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ter virado a mesa, ter me conhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ter virado o barco, ter me socorrido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Começar de novo e só contar comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vai valer a pena ter amanhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sem as tuas garras sempre tão seguras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sem o teu fantasma, sem tua moldura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sem tuas escoras, sem o teu domínio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sem tuas esporas, sem o teu fascínio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Começar de novo e só contar comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vai valer a pena já ter te esquecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Começar de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;_Ivan Lins_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfqfJdN1IGk/Ts8-wvoiP8I/AAAAAAAABCw/TuusEofd4TY/s1600/386336_266885770019159_264162383624831_727176_1858885453_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfqfJdN1IGk/Ts8-wvoiP8I/AAAAAAAABCw/TuusEofd4TY/s320/386336_266885770019159_264162383624831_727176_1858885453_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-1526016338906557483?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/1526016338906557483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-gosto-de-olhos-que-sorriem-de-gestos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/1526016338906557483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/1526016338906557483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-gosto-de-olhos-que-sorriem-de-gestos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfqfJdN1IGk/Ts8-wvoiP8I/AAAAAAAABCw/TuusEofd4TY/s72-c/386336_266885770019159_264162383624831_727176_1858885453_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-7189781211121457337</id><published>2011-11-21T22:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:47:13.431-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Não subestime os outros,&lt;br /&gt;nem os idolatre demais.&lt;br /&gt;Seja educada, mas não certinha.&lt;br /&gt;Não minta, nem conte toda a verdade. Dance sozinha quando ninguém estiver olhando.&lt;br /&gt;Divirta-se enquanto seu lobo não vem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Martha Medeiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz-A6DqvEoo/Tsrw9g3AdYI/AAAAAAAAA_I/MDsktfqjCfA/s1600/celeb068_chapeuzinho_vermelho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz-A6DqvEoo/Tsrw9g3AdYI/AAAAAAAAA_I/MDsktfqjCfA/s320/celeb068_chapeuzinho_vermelho.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-7189781211121457337?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/7189781211121457337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-subestime-os-outros-nem-os-idolatre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/7189781211121457337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/7189781211121457337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-subestime-os-outros-nem-os-idolatre.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pz-A6DqvEoo/Tsrw9g3AdYI/AAAAAAAAA_I/MDsktfqjCfA/s72-c/celeb068_chapeuzinho_vermelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-2494513357285628105</id><published>2011-11-21T22:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:33:58.603-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;VAMPIROS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu não acredito em gnomos ou duendes, mas vampiros existem. Fique ligado, eles podem estar numa sala de bate-papo virtual, no balcão de um bar, no estacionamento de um shopping. Vampiros e vampiras aproximam-se com uma conversa fiada, pedem seu telefone, ligam no outro dia, convidam para um cinema. Quando você menos espera, está entregando a eles seu rico pescocinho e mais. Este "mais" você vai acabar descobrindo o que é com o tempo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vampiros tratam você muito bem, têm muita cultura, presença de espírito e conhecimento da vida. Você fica certo que conheceu uma pessoa especial. Custa a se dar conta de que eles são vampiros, parecem gente. Até que começam a sugar você. Sugam todinho o seu amor, sugam sua confiança, sugam sua tolerância, sugam sua fé, sugam seu tempo, sugam suas ilusões. Vampiros deixam você murchinha, chupam até a última gota. Um belo dia você descobre que nunca recebeu nada em troca, que amou pelos dois, que foi sempre um ombro amigo, que sempre esteve à disposição, e sofreu tão solitariamente que hoje se encontra aí, mais carniça do que carne.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Esta é uma historinha de terror que se repete ano após ano, por séculos. Relações vampirescas: o morcegão surge com uma carinha de fome e cansaço, como se não tivesse dormido a noite toda, e você se oferece para uma conversa, um abraço, uma força. Aí ele se revitaliza e bate as asinhas. Acontece em São Paulo, Manaus, Recife, Florianópolis, em todo lugar, não só na Transilvânia. E ocorre também entre amigos, entre colegas de trabalho, entre familiares, não só nas relações de amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Doe sangue para hospitais. Dê seu sangue por um projeto de vida, por um sonho. Mas não doe para aqueles que sempre, sempre, sempre vão lhe pedir mais e lhe retribuir jamais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;_Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oX84flrpnk4/Tsrtwcy3iJI/AAAAAAAAA_A/vDyGjX-9E5Q/s1600/5176851025_8793917128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oX84flrpnk4/Tsrtwcy3iJI/AAAAAAAAA_A/vDyGjX-9E5Q/s320/5176851025_8793917128.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/7733371922501114376-2494513357285628105?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/2494513357285628105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/vampiros-eu-nao-acredito-em-gnomos-ou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/2494513357285628105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/2494513357285628105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/vampiros-eu-nao-acredito-em-gnomos-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oX84flrpnk4/Tsrtwcy3iJI/AAAAAAAAA_A/vDyGjX-9E5Q/s72-c/5176851025_8793917128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-2631068972669134965</id><published>2011-11-21T22:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:18:47.773-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sou uma mulher madura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que às vezes anda de balanço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sou uma criança insegura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que às vezes usa salto alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sou uma mulher que balança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sou uma criança que atura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;_Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-25rkOuNJ2c8/TsrqTwpcMqI/AAAAAAAAA-4/pcKo9fC84VQ/s1600/312802_188894131189202_115900201821929_402124_1307976783_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-25rkOuNJ2c8/TsrqTwpcMqI/AAAAAAAAA-4/pcKo9fC84VQ/s320/312802_188894131189202_115900201821929_402124_1307976783_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-2631068972669134965?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/2631068972669134965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/sou-uma-mulher-madura-que-as-vezes-anda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/2631068972669134965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/2631068972669134965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/sou-uma-mulher-madura-que-as-vezes-anda.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-25rkOuNJ2c8/TsrqTwpcMqI/AAAAAAAAA-4/pcKo9fC84VQ/s72-c/312802_188894131189202_115900201821929_402124_1307976783_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-8021214863050037135</id><published>2011-11-21T22:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:14:14.434-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Sempre desprezei as coisas mornas, as coisas que não provocam ódio nem paixão, as coisas definidas como mais ou menos, um filme mais ou menos ,um livro mais ou menos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tudo perda de tempo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Viver tem que ser perturbador, é preciso que nossos sentimentos mais íntimos sejam despertados, e com eles sua raiva, seu orgulho, seu asco, sua adoraçao ou seu desprezo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O que não faz você mover um músculo, o que não faz você estremecer, suar, desatinar, não merece fazer parte da sua biografia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;_Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(trecho de O Divã)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4-3x1Cv9ec/TsrpFa_o4NI/AAAAAAAAA-w/anzoEON8udE/s1600/302322_197576116987670_115900201821929_430681_728919549_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4-3x1Cv9ec/TsrpFa_o4NI/AAAAAAAAA-w/anzoEON8udE/s320/302322_197576116987670_115900201821929_430681_728919549_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-8021214863050037135?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/8021214863050037135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/sempre-desprezei-as-coisas-mornas-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/8021214863050037135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/8021214863050037135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/sempre-desprezei-as-coisas-mornas-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z4-3x1Cv9ec/TsrpFa_o4NI/AAAAAAAAA-w/anzoEON8udE/s72-c/302322_197576116987670_115900201821929_430681_728919549_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-7793315539784075902</id><published>2011-11-21T22:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:09:03.137-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Eu triste sou calada&lt;br /&gt;Eu brava sou estúpida&lt;br /&gt;Eu lúcida sou chata&lt;br /&gt;Eu gata sou esperta&lt;br /&gt;Eu cega sou vidente&lt;br /&gt;Eu carente sou insana&lt;br /&gt;Eu malandra sou fresca&lt;br /&gt;Eu seca sou vazia&lt;br /&gt;Eu fria sou distante&lt;br /&gt;Eu quente sou oleosa&lt;br /&gt;Eu prosa sou tantas&lt;br /&gt;Eu santa sou gelada&lt;br /&gt;Eu salgada sou crua&lt;br /&gt;Eu pura sou tentada&lt;br /&gt;Eu sentada sou alta&lt;br /&gt;Eu jovem sou donzela&lt;br /&gt;Eu bela sou fútil&lt;br /&gt;Eu útil sou boa&lt;br /&gt;Eu à toa sou tua."&lt;br /&gt;_Martha Medeiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPic96buygQ/TsroBAcdKFI/AAAAAAAAA-o/XNw5_lWu2zE/s1600/378819_244036222322666_157874747605481_696500_912191858_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPic96buygQ/TsroBAcdKFI/AAAAAAAAA-o/XNw5_lWu2zE/s320/378819_244036222322666_157874747605481_696500_912191858_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-7793315539784075902?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/7793315539784075902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-triste-sou-calada-eu-brava-sou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/7793315539784075902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/7793315539784075902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-triste-sou-calada-eu-brava-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPic96buygQ/TsroBAcdKFI/AAAAAAAAA-o/XNw5_lWu2zE/s72-c/378819_244036222322666_157874747605481_696500_912191858_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-8701344457165824781</id><published>2011-11-21T22:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:04:26.881-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WXnLNIurpW8/Tsrm_-E7zKI/AAAAAAAAA-g/X_ustVQX1hc/s1600/297631_201421829936432_115900201821929_439863_1146261049_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WXnLNIurpW8/Tsrm_-E7zKI/AAAAAAAAA-g/X_ustVQX1hc/s320/297631_201421829936432_115900201821929_439863_1146261049_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-8701344457165824781?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/8701344457165824781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/8701344457165824781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/8701344457165824781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WXnLNIurpW8/Tsrm_-E7zKI/AAAAAAAAA-g/X_ustVQX1hc/s72-c/297631_201421829936432_115900201821929_439863_1146261049_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-2319151515990781382</id><published>2011-11-21T22:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:01:11.045-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Você que tanto tempo faz&lt;br /&gt;Você que eu não conheço mais&lt;br /&gt;Você que um dia eu amei demais...&lt;br /&gt;Você que ontem me sufocou&lt;br /&gt;de amor e de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me sufoca de saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Você que já não diz pra mim&lt;br /&gt;as coisas que eu preciso ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Você que até hoje eu não me esqueci.&lt;br /&gt;Você que eu tento me enganar&lt;br /&gt;dizendo que tudo passou&lt;br /&gt;na realidade aqui em mim você ficou&lt;br /&gt;Você que eu não encontro mais&lt;br /&gt;os beijos que já não lhe dou&lt;br /&gt;fui tanto pra você e hoje nada sou...&lt;br /&gt;_ Roberto Carlos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0dZJJ9587o/TsrmFZ_HufI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/nsGqMmbsQUY/s1600/297687_214951411909738_151063291631884_538947_888261750_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0dZJJ9587o/TsrmFZ_HufI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/nsGqMmbsQUY/s320/297687_214951411909738_151063291631884_538947_888261750_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-2319151515990781382?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/2319151515990781382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/voce-que-tanto-tempo-faz-voce-que-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/2319151515990781382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/2319151515990781382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/voce-que-tanto-tempo-faz-voce-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0dZJJ9587o/TsrmFZ_HufI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/nsGqMmbsQUY/s72-c/297687_214951411909738_151063291631884_538947_888261750_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-1272904786656253187</id><published>2011-11-18T20:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T20:03:45.278-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Não espere a mudança de quem não quer mudar.&lt;br /&gt;Não queira a volta, de quem nunca esteve.&lt;br /&gt;Não queira a verdade, de quem mente pra si mesmo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z25UC8VcGk4/TsbWMD2IryI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/5-DH9SVrytg/s1600/378598_303415279686122_272623902765260_1187755_667747976_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z25UC8VcGk4/TsbWMD2IryI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/5-DH9SVrytg/s1600/378598_303415279686122_272623902765260_1187755_667747976_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-1272904786656253187?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/1272904786656253187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-espere-mudanca-de-quem-nao-quer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/1272904786656253187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/1272904786656253187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-espere-mudanca-de-quem-nao-quer.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z25UC8VcGk4/TsbWMD2IryI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/5-DH9SVrytg/s72-c/378598_303415279686122_272623902765260_1187755_667747976_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-230451901055359065</id><published>2011-11-18T19:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:51:38.883-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UMA MULHER AOS 30 ANOS &amp;nbsp;NÃO PEGA,&lt;br /&gt;ELA TOCA.&lt;br /&gt;não provoca, já é PROVOCANTE.&lt;br /&gt;não é apenas inteligente, é SÁBIA.&lt;br /&gt;não se insinua, mostra o CAMINHO sutilmente.&lt;br /&gt;não se precipita, espera o MOMENTO CERTO&lt;br /&gt;não voa, FLUTUA.&lt;br /&gt;não pensa em quantidade, prefere QUALIDADE.&lt;br /&gt;não olha, OBSERVA.&lt;br /&gt;não anda, CAMINHA.&lt;br /&gt;não dorme, ADORMECE.&lt;br /&gt;não é pretensiosa, simplesmente se GOSTA.&lt;br /&gt;não julga, ANALISA.&lt;br /&gt;não compara, ASSIMILA.&lt;br /&gt;não consola, ACALENTA.&lt;br /&gt;não acorda, DESPERTA.&lt;br /&gt;não enfeitiça, ENCANTA.&lt;br /&gt;não é decidida, apenas sabe O QUE QUER.&lt;br /&gt;não é exigente, é SELETIVA.&lt;br /&gt;não se lamenta, tenta fazer DIFERENTE.&lt;br /&gt;não tem medo, tem RECEIOS.&lt;br /&gt;não tira conclusões, faz SUPOSIÇÕES.&lt;br /&gt;“não desce do salto”, tem “JOGO DE CINTURA”.&lt;br /&gt;não brilha apenas, é ILUMINADA.&lt;br /&gt;não gosta de ser vigiada, prefere ser ESCOLTADA.&lt;br /&gt;não é moderna, é ELEGANTE.&lt;br /&gt;não quer ser cobiçada, prefere ser DESEJADA ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não gosta .... ela AMA !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HTzClgzLU48/TsbTW3g9ciI/AAAAAAAAA9I/wPvmUfwQ5oc/s1600/316820_228851937180699_108103535922207_629431_1609799708_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HTzClgzLU48/TsbTW3g9ciI/AAAAAAAAA9I/wPvmUfwQ5oc/s320/316820_228851937180699_108103535922207_629431_1609799708_n.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-230451901055359065?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/230451901055359065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/uma-mulher-aos-30-anos-pega-ela-toca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/230451901055359065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/230451901055359065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/uma-mulher-aos-30-anos-pega-ela-toca.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HTzClgzLU48/TsbTW3g9ciI/AAAAAAAAA9I/wPvmUfwQ5oc/s72-c/316820_228851937180699_108103535922207_629431_1609799708_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-1897358876980923651</id><published>2011-11-12T00:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:27:36.538-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Qualquer distância entre nós&lt;br /&gt;Virou um abismo sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Quando estranhei sua voz&lt;br /&gt;Eu te procurei em mim&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai resolver&lt;br /&gt;Problemas de nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;Se tá tão difícil agora&lt;br /&gt;Se um minuto á mais demora&lt;br /&gt;Nem olhando assim mais perto&lt;br /&gt;Consigo ver porque tá tudo tão incerto&lt;br /&gt;Será que foi alguma coisa que eu falei?&lt;br /&gt;Ou algo que fiz que te roubou de mim ?&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que eu encontro uma saída.&lt;br /&gt;Você muda de sonho e mexe na minha vida&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor conhece cada gesto seu&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que o seu olhar só diz pro meu&lt;br /&gt;Se pra você a guerra está perdida&lt;br /&gt;Olha que eu mudo os meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Pra ficar na sua vida!&lt;br /&gt;_Ana Carolina/ Dudu Falcão e Chiara Civello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tA7B2PXMGI0/Tr3Zgkgy7_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/o50usP1gxFc/s1600/image010101416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tA7B2PXMGI0/Tr3Zgkgy7_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/o50usP1gxFc/s320/image010101416.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-1897358876980923651?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/1897358876980923651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/qualquer-distancia-entre-nos-virou-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/1897358876980923651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/1897358876980923651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/qualquer-distancia-entre-nos-virou-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tA7B2PXMGI0/Tr3Zgkgy7_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/o50usP1gxFc/s72-c/image010101416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-58224801472253489</id><published>2011-11-12T00:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:18:05.021-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Batidas na porta da frente&lt;br /&gt;É o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Eu bebo um pouquinho&lt;br /&gt;Pra ter argumento&lt;br /&gt;Mas fico sem jeito&lt;br /&gt;Calado, ele ri&lt;br /&gt;Ele zomba&lt;br /&gt;Do quanto eu chorei&lt;br /&gt;Porque sabe passar&lt;br /&gt;E eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Num dia azul de verão&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o vento&lt;br /&gt;Há folhas no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;É o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Recordo um amor que perdi&lt;br /&gt;Ele ri&lt;br /&gt;Diz que somos iguais&lt;br /&gt;Se eu notei&lt;br /&gt;Pois não sabe ficar&lt;br /&gt;E eu também não sei&lt;br /&gt;E gira em volta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sussurra que apaga os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Que amores terminam no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;Respondo que ele aprisiona&lt;br /&gt;Eu liberto&lt;br /&gt;Que ele adormece as paixões&lt;br /&gt;Eu desperto&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo se rói&lt;br /&gt;Com inveja de mim&lt;br /&gt;Me vigia querendo aprender&lt;br /&gt;Como eu morro de amor&lt;br /&gt;Pra tentar reviver&lt;br /&gt;No fundo é uma eterna criança&lt;br /&gt;Que não soube amadurecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso, ele não vai poder&lt;br /&gt;Me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;_Aldir Blanc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7J45N3OKeVU/Tr3XDAr7GVI/AAAAAAAAA8g/VkXpS1CqkGw/s1600/380364_237884599604495_157874747605481_677971_1109728550_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7J45N3OKeVU/Tr3XDAr7GVI/AAAAAAAAA8g/VkXpS1CqkGw/s320/380364_237884599604495_157874747605481_677971_1109728550_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-58224801472253489?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/58224801472253489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/batidas-na-porta-da-frente-e-o-tempo-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/58224801472253489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/58224801472253489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/batidas-na-porta-da-frente-e-o-tempo-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7J45N3OKeVU/Tr3XDAr7GVI/AAAAAAAAA8g/VkXpS1CqkGw/s72-c/380364_237884599604495_157874747605481_677971_1109728550_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-293105863071982349</id><published>2011-11-12T00:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:11:58.679-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Onde você estiver,&lt;br /&gt;Não se esqueça de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Com quem você estiver não se esqueça de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu quero apenas estar no seu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Por um momento pensar que você pensa em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Onde você estiver, não se esqueça de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mesmo que exista outro amor que te faça feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se resta, em sua lembrança, um pouco do muito que eu te quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Onde você estiver, não se esqueça de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu quero apenas estar no seu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Por um momento pensar que você pensa em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Onde você estiver, não se esqueça de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando você se lembrar não se esqueça que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que eu não consigo apagar você da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Onde você estiver não se esqueça de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;_Erasmo Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oe62PJ3aErY/Tr3VoWFmSKI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Nh7I5QzhAEg/s1600/308992_229997710398607_219943308070714_675093_865710531_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oe62PJ3aErY/Tr3VoWFmSKI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Nh7I5QzhAEg/s320/308992_229997710398607_219943308070714_675093_865710531_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/7733371922501114376-293105863071982349?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/293105863071982349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/onde-voce-estiver-nao-se-esqueca-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/293105863071982349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/293105863071982349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/onde-voce-estiver-nao-se-esqueca-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oe62PJ3aErY/Tr3VoWFmSKI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/Nh7I5QzhAEg/s72-c/308992_229997710398607_219943308070714_675093_865710531_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-3893676211400515019</id><published>2011-11-03T17:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:22:50.771-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"E chega um momento&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;em que você tem que escolher&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;entre virar a página ou fechar o livro."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEAUuhMHpf4/TrLp8FgSsVI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/UhOhTlyTx4k/s1600/016d6cf9159ea70f82c646582517960ad6bdcae5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEAUuhMHpf4/TrLp8FgSsVI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/UhOhTlyTx4k/s320/016d6cf9159ea70f82c646582517960ad6bdcae5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/7733371922501114376-3893676211400515019?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/3893676211400515019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-chega-um-momento-em-que-voce-tem-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/3893676211400515019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/3893676211400515019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-chega-um-momento-em-que-voce-tem-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEAUuhMHpf4/TrLp8FgSsVI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/UhOhTlyTx4k/s72-c/016d6cf9159ea70f82c646582517960ad6bdcae5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-554241965087092960</id><published>2011-11-03T17:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:19:47.111-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;''Aos poucos a vida vai te mostrando,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;por quem você deve lutar e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;de quem você deve desistir.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dR2uIStTkpE/TrLpOUQSKkI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Elv2uv0HBWU/s1600/300214_296269527069469_270063583023397_1159422_688485937_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dR2uIStTkpE/TrLpOUQSKkI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Elv2uv0HBWU/s320/300214_296269527069469_270063583023397_1159422_688485937_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&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/7733371922501114376-554241965087092960?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/554241965087092960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/aos-poucos-vida-vai-te-mostrando-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/554241965087092960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/554241965087092960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/11/aos-poucos-vida-vai-te-mostrando-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dR2uIStTkpE/TrLpOUQSKkI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Elv2uv0HBWU/s72-c/300214_296269527069469_270063583023397_1159422_688485937_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-893352790750531773</id><published>2011-10-25T17:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T17:48:13.621-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Encostei-me a ti, sabendo que eras somente onda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sabendo bem que eras nuvem, depus a minha vida em ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Como sabia bem tudo isso, e dei-me ao teu destino frágil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fiquei sem poder chorar quando caí."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bMo_UwilZY0/TqcSSe42QII/AAAAAAAAA28/7OXD_Jvj-94/s1600/306711_184915468246666_151063291631884_444047_2430817_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bMo_UwilZY0/TqcSSe42QII/AAAAAAAAA28/7OXD_Jvj-94/s320/306711_184915468246666_151063291631884_444047_2430817_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/7733371922501114376-893352790750531773?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/893352790750531773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/10/encostei-me-ti-sabendo-que-eras-somente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/893352790750531773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/893352790750531773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/10/encostei-me-ti-sabendo-que-eras-somente.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bMo_UwilZY0/TqcSSe42QII/AAAAAAAAA28/7OXD_Jvj-94/s72-c/306711_184915468246666_151063291631884_444047_2430817_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-4616648304520372936</id><published>2011-10-18T17:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:10:09.990-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu não tinha este rosto de hoje,&lt;br /&gt;assim calmo, assim triste, assim magro,&lt;br /&gt;nem estes olhos tão vazios,&lt;br /&gt;nem o lábio amargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tinha estas mãos sem força,&lt;br /&gt;tão paradas e frias e mortas;&lt;br /&gt;eu não tinha este coração&lt;br /&gt;que nem se mostra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não dei por esta mudança,&lt;br /&gt;tão simples, tão certa, tão fácil:&lt;br /&gt;_Em que espelho ficou perdida&lt;br /&gt;a minha face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85mrjBUMEJQ/Tp3O9Hh1R1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/1g8_On_9NW8/s1600/O+rosto+e+o+espelho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85mrjBUMEJQ/Tp3O9Hh1R1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/1g8_On_9NW8/s320/O+rosto+e+o+espelho.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-4616648304520372936?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/4616648304520372936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-nao-tinha-este-rosto-de-hoje-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/4616648304520372936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/4616648304520372936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-nao-tinha-este-rosto-de-hoje-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85mrjBUMEJQ/Tp3O9Hh1R1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/1g8_On_9NW8/s72-c/O+rosto+e+o+espelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-6721586329208643902</id><published>2011-10-18T16:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T16:54:08.616-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Perdoem a cara amarrada, perdoem a falta de abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Perdoem a falta de espaço, os dias eram assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Perdoem por tantos perigos, perdoem a falta de abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Perdoem a falta de amigos, os dias eram assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Perdoem a falta de folhas, perdoem a falta de ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Perdoem a falta de escolhas, os dias eram assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E quando passarem à limpo, e quando cortarem os laços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E quando soltarem os cintos, façam a festa por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E quando lavarem a mágoa, quando lavarem a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando lavarem a água, lavem os olhos por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando brotarem as flores, quando crescerem as matas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando colherem os frutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;digam o gosto pra mim..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;_Ivan Lins e V. Martins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Aos nossos filhos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn1Vhw3TouE/Tp3LNUX07XI/AAAAAAAAA1c/BMMsMIdeWew/s1600/mc3a3e20e20filha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn1Vhw3TouE/Tp3LNUX07XI/AAAAAAAAA1c/BMMsMIdeWew/s320/mc3a3e20e20filha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/7733371922501114376-6721586329208643902?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/6721586329208643902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/10/perdoem-cara-amarrada-perdoem-falta-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/6721586329208643902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/6721586329208643902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/10/perdoem-cara-amarrada-perdoem-falta-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn1Vhw3TouE/Tp3LNUX07XI/AAAAAAAAA1c/BMMsMIdeWew/s72-c/mc3a3e20e20filha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-537528043763808750</id><published>2011-10-14T17:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T17:10:37.754-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cuide-se bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Perigos há por toda a parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E é bem delicado viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De uma forma ou de outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É uma arte, como tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cuide-se bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tem mil surpresas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A espreita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Em cada esquina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mal iluminada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Em cada rua estreita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cuide-se bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu quero te ver com saúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E sempre de bom humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E de boa vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Com tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Prá nunca perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Esse riso largo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E essa simpatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Estampada no rosto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;_Guilherme Arantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6wpoSCGkVQ/TpiXJsedILI/AAAAAAAAAys/qyEt7mc-HeM/s1600/294003_285738544789234_270063583023397_1121170_1107003445_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6wpoSCGkVQ/TpiXJsedILI/AAAAAAAAAys/qyEt7mc-HeM/s320/294003_285738544789234_270063583023397_1121170_1107003445_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/7733371922501114376-537528043763808750?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/537528043763808750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/10/cuide-se-bem-perigos-ha-por-toda-parte_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/537528043763808750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/537528043763808750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/10/cuide-se-bem-perigos-ha-por-toda-parte_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6wpoSCGkVQ/TpiXJsedILI/AAAAAAAAAys/qyEt7mc-HeM/s72-c/294003_285738544789234_270063583023397_1121170_1107003445_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-5736190326429060559</id><published>2011-10-14T15:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T15:40:26.791-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sabe essa garota que tá dançando lá na pista e você tá babando por ela, amigo? Minha ex namorada. Faz uns três meses que eu terminei com ela. Eu a traí todos os dias. E quando ela dizia que me amava eu ria. Sabe essas roupas coladas e esse cabelo pro lado que ela tá usando aí? Ela costumava usar uma camiseta rosa e um shorts, com o cabelo preso pra trás. Mas ela não conseguia ficar feia, eu só não sei porque nunca a disse isso. Ela era louca por mim. Me mandava mensagem de bom dia, depois me lembrava de amarrar os cadarços que eu sempre esquecia, colocava sempre na minha agenda os horários do meu dentista e sabe como eu retribuía? Vinha aqui zoar com meus amigos e ficar com umas que passassem de cabelo pro lado e roupa colada, assim, como ela tá hoje. Ela cuidava de mim todo fim da noite, mesmo que eu passasse o dia inteiro ignorando ela… Ela ainda ia lá, dizer que os anjos dela iam cuidar de mim. Era a garota mais grudenta, ciumenta, complicada e estranha que eu já tinha conhecido. Eu gostava mesmo era dessas aí, de ficar uma noite e me darem o telefone errado. Aí eu terminei com ela. Falei que ela era trouxa e burra por acreditar em mim. Dois dias depois, eu vi uma foto dela e chorei. Três dias depois, eu liguei pro celular dela e ela não atendeu. Quatro dias depois, eu fui na casa dela e ela disse que tava ocupada pra falar comigo. Cinco dias depois, eu não tive vontade de sair. No sexto, sétimo e no resto dos meses eu sentia falta dela todos os dias. Até que me puxaram pra uma balada, a mesma que eu ia pra ficar com essas meninas que não querem saber de mais nada a não ser delas mesmas e a encontrei aqui. Linda. Os olhos delas brilhavam. Eu fui falar com ela e ela ficou comigo. Achei que, dessa vez, eu podia tê-la nas mãos de novo, mas dessa vez, pra valorizá-la. Pedi seu número do celular novo e ela me deu. Liguei no dia seguinte e a moça da padaria atendeu: Número errado. Chorei. De saudade. Arrependimento. Receio. E de saber que a garota que eu ria, se tornou na garota que ria de mim. Pior, a garota que era minha, agora tinha um tanto de caras querendo ser dela e ela querendo aproveitar o tempo que perdeu. Eu fiz a garota dos meus sonhos ser o sonho de todos os garotos por aí. Eu a perdi. E sabe o que ela me falou no começo da festa? Que ela não era trouxa e nem burra de acreditar no amor que eu dizia sentir por ela. E sabe o que dói? Vê-lá dançando, rindo e não se preocupou em nenhum momento em olhar pra cá, me ver babando por ela e chorando por nunca ter percebido o quanto ela era importante pra mim, antes.Por isso valorize a quem te ama&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;e jamais brinque com os sentimentos de uma mulher !&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m-eEk3ILGzY/TpiB8_NorVI/AAAAAAAAAyA/I6vcxlu-lsI/s1600/318348_180842575328338_100002077899621_418059_1059484266_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m-eEk3ILGzY/TpiB8_NorVI/AAAAAAAAAyA/I6vcxlu-lsI/s320/318348_180842575328338_100002077899621_418059_1059484266_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m-eEk3ILGzY/TpiB8_NorVI/AAAAAAAAAyA/I6vcxlu-lsI/s72-c/318348_180842575328338_100002077899621_418059_1059484266_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-5429855386158558569</id><published>2011-10-11T02:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T02:30:12.689-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu te contei, rio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu namoro o vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vezenquando ele me tira pra dançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vezenquando ele me faz ciúme levantando as saias das meninas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vezenquando ele sopra pra longe uma tristeza minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vezenquando ele me traz uma saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu namoro o vento, rio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vezenquando eu fico soprando coisinhas no ouvido dos outros com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vezenquando a gente tira a tarde inteira só pra ventar...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Marla de Queiroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flQuCUbn0lg/TpPURHv45nI/AAAAAAAAAxA/OoOSORo4oB8/s1600/300563_191118050959741_151063291631884_462097_508742899_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flQuCUbn0lg/TpPURHv45nI/AAAAAAAAAxA/OoOSORo4oB8/s320/300563_191118050959741_151063291631884_462097_508742899_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-flQuCUbn0lg/TpPURHv45nI/AAAAAAAAAxA/OoOSORo4oB8/s72-c/300563_191118050959741_151063291631884_462097_508742899_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-1450554162129505088</id><published>2011-10-07T02:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T02:15:39.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Fiz tudo certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só errei quando coloquei sentimento."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gj1hpGt1tcM/To6K5kgcWcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/nqW0ci_Gjo8/s1600/294180_173335459412367_172449279500985_365859_538503737_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gj1hpGt1tcM/To6K5kgcWcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/nqW0ci_Gjo8/s320/294180_173335459412367_172449279500985_365859_538503737_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-1450554162129505088?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gj1hpGt1tcM/To6K5kgcWcI/AAAAAAAAAwo/nqW0ci_Gjo8/s72-c/294180_173335459412367_172449279500985_365859_538503737_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-4831142604250538795</id><published>2011-10-07T01:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T01:58:39.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“E eu continuo acreditando que tudo sem você é distração,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;e que tudo com você é vida.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tati Bernardi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-7885852288026954229</id><published>2011-10-07T01:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T01:23:55.907-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O que ha dentro do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;eu tenho guardado pra te dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E todas as horas que o tempo tem pra me conceder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;são tuas até morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E a tua história eu não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;mas me diga só o que for bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Um amor tão puro que nem sabe a força que tem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;é teu e de mais ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Te adoro em tudo, tudo, tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;quero mais que tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;te amar sem limites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;viver uma grande história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aqui ou noutro lugar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;que pode ser feio ou bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;se nós estivermos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;haverá um céu azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Um amor puro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;não sabe a força que tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Meu amor eu juro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ser tua e de mais ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Djavan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6hpsuNnJXs/To5-kwao40I/AAAAAAAAAwY/UXN8Ia5zF54/s1600/263912_179650455429522_170615586333009_535173_5497039_n.jpg" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-1961965746910967121</id><published>2011-10-05T03:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T03:20:30.617-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Essa não é mais uma carta de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;São pensamentos soltos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Traduzidos em palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pra que você possa entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O que eu também não entendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Amar não é ter que ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sempre certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É aceitar que ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É perfeito pra ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É poder ser você mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E não precisar fingir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É tentar esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E não conseguir fugir, fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Já pensei em te largar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Já olhei tantas vezes pro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas quando penso em alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É por você que fecho os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sei que nunca fui perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas com você eu posso ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Até eu mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que você vai entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Posso brincar de descobrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Desenho em nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Posso contar meus pesadelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E até minhas coisas fúteis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Posso tirar a tua roupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Posso fazer o que eu quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Posso perder o juízo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu tô tranquilo, tranquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Agora o que vamos fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu também não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Afinal, será que amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É mesmo tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se isso não é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O que mais pode ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tô aprendendo também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Jota Quest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6Wd5JIJk9U/Tov3AGMw1qI/AAAAAAAAAwM/AQgS7F7Bf6s/s1600/294585_285827531434605_173553535995339_1406923_1996434416_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6Wd5JIJk9U/Tov3AGMw1qI/AAAAAAAAAwM/AQgS7F7Bf6s/s320/294585_285827531434605_173553535995339_1406923_1996434416_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/7733371922501114376-1961965746910967121?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/1961965746910967121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/10/essa-nao-e-mais-uma-carta-de-amor-sao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/1961965746910967121'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-2624733632330335089</id><published>2011-10-01T07:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T07:51:42.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Olha você tem todas as coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que um dia eu sonhei prá mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A cabeça cheia de problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não me importo, eu gosto mesmo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tem os olhos cheios de esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De uma cor que mais ninguém possui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Me traz meu passado e as lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Coisas que eu quis ser e não fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Olha você vive tão distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Muito além do que eu posso ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E eu que sempre fui tão inconstante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Te juro, meu amor, agora é prá valer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Olha, vem comigo aonde eu for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Seja minha amante, meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vem seguir comigo o meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E viver a vida só de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Roberto Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejWoPrxWC3o/TobwfzMXNyI/AAAAAAAAAv4/o138gCjNJ1I/s1600/BELLA+E+ED+ECLIPSE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ejWoPrxWC3o/TobwfzMXNyI/AAAAAAAAAv4/o138gCjNJ1I/s320/BELLA+E+ED+ECLIPSE.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/7733371922501114376-2624733632330335089?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/2624733632330335089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/10/olha-voce-tem-todas-as-coisas-que-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/2624733632330335089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/2624733632330335089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Aprenda a lidar com a solidão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aprenda a conhecer a solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Acostume-se a ela, pela primeira vez na sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bem-vinda à experiência humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas nunca mais use o corpo ou as emoções de outra pessoa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;como um modo de satisfazer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;seus próprios anseios não-realizados."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Liz Gilber&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qEvzXbcW3k/ToVohOfp3nI/AAAAAAAAAu0/t3HaS5Xyd3Y/s1600/321155_180195972059018_115900201821929_374396_1541911957_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qEvzXbcW3k/ToVohOfp3nI/AAAAAAAAAu0/t3HaS5Xyd3Y/s320/321155_180195972059018_115900201821929_374396_1541911957_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-404938560027439942?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/404938560027439942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/09/aprenda-lidar-com-solidao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/404938560027439942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/404938560027439942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/09/aprenda-lidar-com-solidao.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qEvzXbcW3k/ToVohOfp3nI/AAAAAAAAAu0/t3HaS5Xyd3Y/s72-c/321155_180195972059018_115900201821929_374396_1541911957_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-432037625864741376</id><published>2011-09-30T03:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T03:45:11.342-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;“Apaixone-se por alguém que te curte,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;que te espere,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;que te compreenda mesmo na loucura;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;por alguém que te ajude, que te guie,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;que seja teu apoio, tua esperança.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Apaixone-se por alguém que volte para conversar com você depois de uma briga,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;depois do desencontro,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;por alguém que caminhe junto a ti,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;que seja teu companheiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Apaixone-se por alguém que sente sua falta e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;que queira estar com você.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Não apaixone-se apenas por um corpo ou por um rosto;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;ou pela idéia de estar apaixonado.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;- Tati Bernardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9bxIoknNSVc/ToVk5E21ZtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/hh-dn2zoeAU/s1600/269689_181214038606497_170615586333009_540233_458013_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-1973058625676020408</id><published>2011-09-30T02:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T02:30:22.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O amor não é religião para converter ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Quem já era ruim como namorado&lt;br /&gt;só pode piorar como marido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabrício Carpinejar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l3oddVpsTJE/ToVT6E0EMkI/AAAAAAAAAus/fRG6AZ-J56g/s1600/284089_188781614516406_170615586333009_567860_5714405_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l3oddVpsTJE/ToVT6E0EMkI/AAAAAAAAAus/fRG6AZ-J56g/s1600/284089_188781614516406_170615586333009_567860_5714405_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l3oddVpsTJE/ToVT6E0EMkI/AAAAAAAAAus/fRG6AZ-J56g/s72-c/284089_188781614516406_170615586333009_567860_5714405_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-318456190348526646</id><published>2011-09-28T19:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:32:40.279-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu vou me permitir dizer muitos nãos,&lt;br /&gt;e a ouví-los também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou me permitir dar muita risada,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo que pessoas em volta não saibam&lt;br /&gt;meus motivos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou me permitir errar, me arrepender&lt;br /&gt;e tirar disso uma lição de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou me permitir não fingir uma&lt;br /&gt;auto-sufiência que eu não tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou me permitir deixar as lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;cairem livremente, para que a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;vá embora com elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou me permitir ser menos prepotente&lt;br /&gt;e aprender a enxergar os outros sem&lt;br /&gt;cobrar deles a perfeição que eu não tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou me permitir fazer coisas&lt;br /&gt;inusitadas; cantar, dançar, pular&lt;br /&gt;e andar na chuva sem pressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou me permitir deixar as portas&lt;br /&gt;abertas para que a felicidade não&lt;br /&gt;se acanhe quando chegar e entre&lt;br /&gt;sem cerimônia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Ribeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-2293436664533915345</id><published>2011-09-27T01:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T01:20:25.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meu plano era deixar você pensar o que quiser&lt;br /&gt;Meu plano era deixar você pensar&lt;br /&gt;Meu plano era deixar você falar o que quiser&lt;br /&gt;Meu plano era deixar você falar&lt;br /&gt;Coisas sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Sem motivo, sem querer&lt;br /&gt;Andei fazendo planos pra você&lt;br /&gt;Engano seu, achar que fosse brincadeira&lt;br /&gt;Engano seu&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu de ser assim dessa maneira, e o plano é meu&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem motivo&lt;br /&gt;Sem sentido, sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Andei fazendo planos pra você&lt;br /&gt;Pra você eu faço tudo e um pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;Pra você ficar comigo e ninguém mais&lt;br /&gt;Largo os compromissos&lt;br /&gt;Deixo tudo ao largo&lt;br /&gt;Você tenta em vão me convencer&lt;br /&gt;Que é melhor não fazer planos pra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu plano era deixar você fugir quando quiser&lt;br /&gt;Meu plano era esperar você voltar&lt;br /&gt;Engano seu, achar que o plano é passageiro&lt;br /&gt;Engano meu&lt;br /&gt;Acho que o destino, antes de nos conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Fez um plano pra juntar eu e você&lt;br /&gt;Pra você eu faço tudo e um pouco mais&lt;br /&gt;Pra você ficar comigo e ninguém mais&lt;br /&gt;Largo os compromissos&lt;br /&gt;Deixo tudo ao largo&lt;br /&gt;Você tenta em vão me convencer&lt;br /&gt;Que é melhor não fazer planos pra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniela Mercury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAtrZsFGqOg/ToFOze_M9qI/AAAAAAAAAtw/QDGA88oPwsE/s1600/3167267706_efedd68412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-7547455323360156632</id><published>2011-09-27T00:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:40:08.179-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Como vai você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu preciso saber da sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Peço alguém para me contar sobre o seu dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Anoiteceu e eu preciso só saber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Como vai você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que já modificou a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Razão de minha paz já esquecida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nem sei se gosto mais de mim ou de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que a sede de te amar me faz melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu quero amanhecer ao seu redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Preciso tanto me fazer feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que o tempo pode afastar nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não deixe tanta vida pra depois&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu só preciso saber como vai você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Roberto Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Z08wf7-KR8/ToFFj4iIS2I/AAAAAAAAAto/LNkgsNE2Dpk/s1600/mulher-na-praia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Z08wf7-KR8/ToFFj4iIS2I/AAAAAAAAAto/LNkgsNE2Dpk/s320/mulher-na-praia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/7733371922501114376-7547455323360156632?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/7547455323360156632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/09/como-vai-voce-eu-preciso-saber-da-sua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/7547455323360156632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/7547455323360156632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/09/como-vai-voce-eu-preciso-saber-da-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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/&gt;Sei que nada será como está&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã ou depois de amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Resistindo na boca da noite um gosto de sol...&lt;br /&gt;Milton Nascimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BU8BuIiey5s/Tn5m-N_TtrI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/xUDmo7Nih7g/s1600/mulher+deitada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BU8BuIiey5s/Tn5m-N_TtrI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/xUDmo7Nih7g/s320/mulher+deitada.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-617711114651078721?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/617711114651078721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu caçador de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Preso a canções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Entregue a paixões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que nunca tiveram fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vou me encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Longe do meu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu, caçador de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nada a temer senão o correr da luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nada a fazer senão esquecer o medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Abrir o peito a força, numa procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fugir às armadilhas da mata escura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Longe se vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sonhando demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas onde se chega assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vou descobrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O que me faz sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu, caçador de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YH4xRuZg_V0/Tn5mJAZNCrI/AAAAAAAAAtM/fZL1qb5Ll20/s72-c/A+mulher+caminhando+descal%25C3%25A7a....jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-8859971362734375127</id><published>2011-09-24T00:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T00:44:12.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" style="display: block; height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" style="display: block; height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Um Dia de Domingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu preciso te falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Te encontrar de qualquer jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Prá sentar e conversar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Depois andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De encontro ao vento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu preciso respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O mesmo ar que te rodeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E na pele quero ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O mesmo sol que te bronzeia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu preciso te tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E outra vez te ver sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Te encontrar num sonho lindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Já não dá mais prá viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Um sentimento sem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu preciso descobrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A emoção de estar contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ver o sol amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E ver a vida acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Como um dia de domingo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Faz de conta que ainda é cedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tudo vai ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Por conta da emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Faz de conta que ainda é cedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E deixar falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A voz do coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; width: 380px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Michael Sullivan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="editable_area" itemprop="description" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-241495974440124221</id><published>2011-09-23T19:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T19:54:32.847-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saudade é não saber.&lt;br /&gt;Não saber o que fazer com os dias que ficaram mais compridos, não saber como encontrar tarefas que lhe cessem o pensamento, não saber como frear as lágrimas diante de uma música, não saber como vencer a dor de um silêncio que nada preenche."&lt;br /&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q40b838nSQA/Tn0OERTIt2I/AAAAAAAAAs8/ju6R7QOukuc/s1600/coracao-partido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q40b838nSQA/Tn0OERTIt2I/AAAAAAAAAs8/ju6R7QOukuc/s1600/coracao-partido.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-241495974440124221?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/241495974440124221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/09/saudade-e-nao-saber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/241495974440124221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/241495974440124221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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inherit;"&gt;"Toda separação é triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ela guarda memória de tempos felizes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;( ou de tempos que poderiam ter sido felizes....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;e nela mora a saudade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rubem Alves&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8wnx6dT_8k/Tn0H5lxQfaI/AAAAAAAAAs4/LFBTW4uAUog/s1600/1210890.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8wnx6dT_8k/Tn0H5lxQfaI/AAAAAAAAAs4/LFBTW4uAUog/s320/1210890.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span 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De Separação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De repente do riso fez-se o pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Silencioso e branco como a bruma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De repente da calma fez-se o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que dos olhos desfez a última chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E do momento imóvel fez-se o drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De repente não mais que de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E de sozinho o que se fez contente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fez-se do amigo próximo, distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De repente, não mais que de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOe-de6Vvn4/TnrtoebsepI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/aszfG_2-nB8/s1600/casal+separado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOe-de6Vvn4/TnrtoebsepI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/aszfG_2-nB8/s1600/casal+separado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/7733371922501114376-4738221268515014633?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/4738221268515014633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kOe-de6Vvn4/TnrtoebsepI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/aszfG_2-nB8/s72-c/casal+separado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-7208101043626226627</id><published>2011-09-22T05:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T05:06:41.312-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ney Matogrosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu hoje tive um pesadelo e levantei atento, a tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu acordei com medo e procurei no escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Alguém com seu carinho e lembrei de um tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Porque o passado me traz uma lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do tempo que eu era criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E o medo era motivo de choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Desculpa pra um abraço ou um consolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hoje eu acordei com medo mas não chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nem reclamei abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do escuro eu via um infinito sem presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Passado ou futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Senti um abraço forte, já não era medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Era uma coisa sua que ficou em mim, que não tem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De repente a gente vê que perdeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ou está perdendo alguma coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Morna e ingênua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que vai ficando no caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que é escuro e frio mas também bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Porque é iluminado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pela beleza do que aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Há minutos atrás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bxf8xbMtYM/Tnrseg932GI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Nm_jbRDYrfY/s1600/mulher+deitada+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bxf8xbMtYM/Tnrseg932GI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Nm_jbRDYrfY/s320/mulher+deitada+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bxf8xbMtYM/Tnrseg932GI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Nm_jbRDYrfY/s72-c/mulher+deitada+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-9059366510296510431</id><published>2011-09-21T05:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T05:06:47.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu não sei dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O que quer dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O que vou dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas não sei o quê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Isso quer dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu não sei por que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu teimo em dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se eu não sei dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O que quer dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O que vou dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se eu digo: Pare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você não repare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No que possa parecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se eu digo: Siga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O que quer que eu diga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você não vai entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas se eu digo: Venha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você traz a lenha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pro meu fogo acender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas se eu digo: Venha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você traz a lenha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pro meu fogo acender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Zeca Baleiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tHg5hyVgh0/TnmbBzKAGaI/AAAAAAAAAsI/5DBfR9zGjP0/s1600/amar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tHg5hyVgh0/TnmbBzKAGaI/AAAAAAAAAsI/5DBfR9zGjP0/s320/amar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/7733371922501114376-9059366510296510431?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/9059366510296510431/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-nao-sei-dizer-o-que-quer-dizer-o-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/9059366510296510431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-3298547964709168994</id><published>2011-09-21T04:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T04:25:26.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Muito pra mim é nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tudo pra mim não basta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu quero cada gesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cada palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cada segundo da sua atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Faça isso por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Leve a dor pra longe daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Estou cansada de ouvir que eu só sei amar errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Estou cansada de me dividir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No que é certo no amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quem é que vai dizer o que falar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Calar? Querer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu quero absurdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quero amor sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quero te dizer que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu só sei amar assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Zizi Possi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EC52jc_RsuE/TnmRV7RLrFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/RLAw4T4cn3o/s1600/5718715942_3229af1b40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EC52jc_RsuE/TnmRV7RLrFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/RLAw4T4cn3o/s320/5718715942_3229af1b40.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/7733371922501114376-3298547964709168994?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/3298547964709168994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/09/muito-pra-mim-e-nada-tudo-pra-mim-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/3298547964709168994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/3298547964709168994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/09/muito-pra-mim-e-nada-tudo-pra-mim-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EC52jc_RsuE/TnmRV7RLrFI/AAAAAAAAAsE/RLAw4T4cn3o/s72-c/5718715942_3229af1b40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-2566319150502220932</id><published>2011-09-19T18:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T18:09:25.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quem será o mestre que vai dizer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quem domina a arte de separar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu também pensava saber viver&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas a nossa história me fez chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Serei feliz&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando a dor passar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Serei feliz&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando o novo amor chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Diz que vai embora e tudo bem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que eu só preciso de calma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aprender a falta que faz um bem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sem pintar vazio na alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Serei feliz&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando a dor passar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Será que eu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Serei feliz&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando o novo amor chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Marina Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-caDoBOjNstU/TnevacV-2dI/AAAAAAAAApc/8LzQpXRg0m4/s1600/tex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-caDoBOjNstU/TnevacV-2dI/AAAAAAAAApc/8LzQpXRg0m4/s320/tex.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-caDoBOjNstU/TnevacV-2dI/AAAAAAAAApc/8LzQpXRg0m4/s72-c/tex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-2031018500672539425</id><published>2011-09-15T06:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T06:05:36.295-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Depois de ter você&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pra que querer saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que horas são?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se é noite ou faz calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se estamos no verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se o sol virá ou não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ou pra que é que serve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Uma canção como esta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Depois de ter você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Poetas para quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Os deuses, as dúvidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pra que amendoeiras pelas ruas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pra que servem as ruas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Depois de ter você..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(Adriana Calcanhoto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cINN05ARcJM/TnG_zP0L04I/AAAAAAAAAo8/JGzkuShNFug/s1600/3b10e6fc59331302956d5121da84b85e6a246c70.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-3522476945522045058</id><published>2011-09-15T05:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T05:50:46.398-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O mundo é gentil com a beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Põe a mesa, arruma a sala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Exala compreensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tudo se faz possível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A beleza pode esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O mau, o sujo, o desprezível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E ainda assim só por ser belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Faz parecer incrível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que o mundo gosta da &lt;u&gt;beleza fácil&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do que é superprático&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Banalidade rara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Superfície clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do que se vê logo de cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E nunca se enxerga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Zélia Duncan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o7PEeTS0QgY/TnG8RADpFFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/P9_xJpuit1Y/s1600/sensual-mulher-sexy-feminina_thumb%255B3%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o7PEeTS0QgY/TnG8RADpFFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/P9_xJpuit1Y/s320/sensual-mulher-sexy-feminina_thumb%255B3%255D.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o7PEeTS0QgY/TnG8RADpFFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/P9_xJpuit1Y/s72-c/sensual-mulher-sexy-feminina_thumb%255B3%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-6638662957537012546</id><published>2011-09-15T05:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T05:33:08.802-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Drão&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O amor da gente é como um grão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Uma semente de ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tem que morrer pra germinar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Plantar n'algum lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ressuscitar no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nossa semeadura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quem poderá fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aquele amor morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nossa caminhadura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dura caminhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pela estrada escura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Drão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não pense na separação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não despedace o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O verdadeiro amor é vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Estende-se infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Imenso monolito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nossa arquitetura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quem poderá fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aquele amor morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nossa caminha dura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cama de tatame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pela vida afora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Drão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Os meninos são todos sãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Os pecados são todos meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Deus sabe a minha confissão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não há o que perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Por isso mesmo é que há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De haver mais compaixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quem poderá fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aquele amor morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se o amor é como um grão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Morre nasce trigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vive morre pão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Djavan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQBmSOlTsO4/TnG4FTi7UdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/jw3BwdnPxLU/s1600/broto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQBmSOlTsO4/TnG4FTi7UdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/jw3BwdnPxLU/s1600/broto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FQBmSOlTsO4/TnG4FTi7UdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/jw3BwdnPxLU/s72-c/broto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-9073549009496963560</id><published>2011-09-15T03:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T03:10:12.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Experimenta&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você pensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;que não vai sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Minha falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você pensa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;pensa sim, meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que pode viver sem ninguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Volta pra casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dorme sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Acorda de manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Engole o bom-dia amargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;de quem sonhou com o passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;e despertou de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você pensa que não vai sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Minha falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você jura que a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;alimenta o seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E no fundo você sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tão logo o mundo desabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Só eu posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;te amortecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Experimenta pra você ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A casa me chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A noite me chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;e nessa cama, meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;não cabe mais ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zélia Duncan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-7369924900712899164</id><published>2011-09-13T01:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T01:04:59.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meu eu em você&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu sou o brilho dos teus olhos ao me olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sou o teu sorriso ao ganhar um beijo meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu sou teu corpo inteiro a se arrepiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando em meus braços você se acolheu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu sou o teu segredo mais oculto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Teu desejo mais profundo, Teu querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tua fome de prazer, sem disfarçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sou a fonte de alegria, Sou o teu sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu sou a tua sombra, Eu sou teu guia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sou o teu luar em plena luz do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sou tua pele, proteção, Sou teu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu sou teu cheiro a perfumar o nosso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu sou tua saudade reprimida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sou teu sangrar ao ver minha partida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sou teu peito a apelar gritar de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ao se ver ainda mais distante do meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sou teu ego, Tua alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sou teu céu, o teu inferno, A tua calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu sou teu tudo, Sou teu nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Minha pequena és minha amada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu sou teu mundo, sou teu poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sou tua vida sou meu eu em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Victor Chaves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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inherit;"&gt;Aconteceu diferente das histórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;que os romances e a memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;tem costume de contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aconteceu sem que o chão tivesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Aconteceu sem um raio de luar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Adriana Calcanhoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rzTyQhf_H2c/Tm7HWSJz52I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/tHd-XVxJG1E/s72-c/flores-recados-para-orkut9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-7462606354878927681</id><published>2011-09-10T00:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:44:56.944-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Que minha solidão me sirva de companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que eu tenha a coragem de me enfrentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que eu saiba ficar com o nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;e mesmo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;me sentir como se estivesse plena de tudo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rPgWXJTIV0/TmrdLan00tI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Tz5CYrwbZR0/s1600/91cf664bb6af63d54c3db9feaed075571195d328.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rPgWXJTIV0/TmrdLan00tI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Tz5CYrwbZR0/s1600/91cf664bb6af63d54c3db9feaed075571195d328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&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/7733371922501114376-7462606354878927681?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6rPgWXJTIV0/TmrdLan00tI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Tz5CYrwbZR0/s72-c/91cf664bb6af63d54c3db9feaed075571195d328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-6442018423514446166</id><published>2011-09-09T23:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:53:09.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Que meu amor saiba quando estou com medo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e me tome nos braços sem fazer perguntas demais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que meu amor note quando preciso de silêncio e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;não vá embora batendo a porta,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas entenda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que não o amarei menos porque hoje estou quieta."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lya Luft&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rLhVhYRG-1w/TmrQ3kRg_hI/AAAAAAAAAn8/r-vHDbGLmhs/s1600/sc3b3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rLhVhYRG-1w/TmrQ3kRg_hI/AAAAAAAAAn8/r-vHDbGLmhs/s320/sc3b3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-6442018423514446166?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/6442018423514446166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/09/que-meu-amor-saiba-quando-estou-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/6442018423514446166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-4603265053037872963</id><published>2011-09-09T07:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:56:32.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="position: relative; width: 520px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crônica de Martha Medeiros&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depois de um bom tempo dizendo que eu era a mulher da vida dele, um belo dia eu recebo um e-mail dizendo: 'olha, não dá mais'. Tá certo que a gente tava quase se matando e que o namoro já tinha acabado mesmo, mas não se termina nenhuma história de amor (e eu ainda o amava muito) com um e-mail, não é mesmo? Liguei pra tentar conversar e terminar tudo decentemente e ele respondeu: mas agora eu to comendo um lanche com amigos'. Enfim, fiquei pra morrer algumas semanas até que decidi que precisava ser uma mulher melhor para ele. Quem sabe eu ficando mais bonita, mais equilibrada ou mais inteligente, ele não volta pra mim?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foi assim que me matriculei simultaneamente numa academia de ginástica, num centro budista e em um curso de cinema. &amp;nbsp;Nos meses que se seguiram eu me tornei dos seres mais malhados, calmos, espiritualizados e cinéfilos do planeta. E sabe o que aconteceu? Nada, absolutamente nada, ele continuou não lembrando que eu existia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aí achei que isso não podia ficar assim, de jeito nenhum, eu precisava ser ainda melhor pra ele, sim, ele tinha que voltar pra mim de qualquer jeito!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra isso, larguei de vez a propaganda, que eu não suportava mais, e resolvi me empenhar na carreira de escritora, participei de vários livros, terminei meu próprio livro, ganhei novas colunas em revistas, quintupliquei o número de leitores do meu site e nada aconteceu. Mas eu sou taurina com ascendente em áries, lua em gêmeos, filha única! Eu não desisto fácil assim de um amor, e então resolvi tinha que ser uma super ultra mulher para ele, só assim ele voltaria pra mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foi então que passei 35 dias na Europa, exclusivamente em minha companhia, conhecendo lugares geniais, controlando meu pânico em estar sozinha e longe de casa, me tornando mais culta e vivida. Voltei de viagem e tchân, tchân, tchân, tchân: nem sinal de vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comecei um documentário com um grande amigo, aprendi a fazer strip, cortei meu cabelo 145 vezes, aumentei a terapia, li mais uns 30 livros, ajudei os pobres, fiz milhares de cursos de roteiro e história, aprendi a nadar, me apaixonei por praia, comprei todas as roupas mais lindas de Paris.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como última cartada para ser a melhor mulher do planeta, eu resolvi ir morar sozinha. Aluguei um apartamento charmoso, decorei tudo brilhantemente, chamei amigos para a inauguração, servi bom vinho e comidinhas feitas, claro, por mim, que também finalmente aprendi a cozinhar. Resultado disso tudo: silêncio absoluto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O tempo passou, eu continuei acordando e indo dormir todos os dias querendo ser mais feliz para ele, mais bonita para ele, mais mulher para ele.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Até que algo sensacional aconteceu...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um belo dia eu acordei tão bonita, tão feliz, tão realizada, tão mulher, que eu acabei me tornando mulher DEMAIS para ele. Ele quem mesmo???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dLiWeiuuaFQ/TmnqLrgzS2I/AAAAAAAAAno/IF8yWMly-w0/s1600/happy_healthy_woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dLiWeiuuaFQ/TmnqLrgzS2I/AAAAAAAAAno/IF8yWMly-w0/s320/happy_healthy_woman.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7733371922501114376-4603265053037872963?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dLiWeiuuaFQ/TmnqLrgzS2I/AAAAAAAAAno/IF8yWMly-w0/s72-c/happy_healthy_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-2148097870193202872</id><published>2011-09-09T06:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:57:06.152-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"O amor nos tira o sono,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;nos tira do sério,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;tira o tapete debaixo dos nossos pés,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;faz com que nos defrontemos com medos e fraquezas aparentemente superados,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;mas também faz com que nos defrontemos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;com insuspeitada audácia e generosidade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Lya Luft)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wVq0TdQC6h8/Tmna7CkGKTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FB9rWg39C8w/s1600/beijo_edward_e_bella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wVq0TdQC6h8/Tmna7CkGKTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FB9rWg39C8w/s320/beijo_edward_e_bella.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-2148097870193202872?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/2148097870193202872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wVq0TdQC6h8/Tmna7CkGKTI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FB9rWg39C8w/s72-c/beijo_edward_e_bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-4253531873304915732</id><published>2011-09-09T05:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:58:00.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eis o melhor e o pior de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O meu termômetro, o meu quilate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vem, cara, me retrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não é impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu não sou difícil de ler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Faça sua parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu sou daqui, eu não sou de Marte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vem, cara, me repara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não vê, tá na cara, sou porta bandeira de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Só não se perca ao entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No meu infinito particular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Em alguns instantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sou pequenina e também gigante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vem, cara, se declara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O mundo é portátil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pra quem não tem nada a esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Olha minha cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É só mistério, não tem segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Vem cá, não tenha medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A água é potável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Daqui você pode beber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Só não se perca ao entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No meu&lt;u&gt; infinito particular&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Marisa Monte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-205i1KFb6yw/TmnOsUj39XI/AAAAAAAAAng/q6CG3kX0ulI/s1600/_mg_1800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-205i1KFb6yw/TmnOsUj39XI/AAAAAAAAAng/q6CG3kX0ulI/s320/_mg_1800.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733371922501114376-4253531873304915732?l=sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/feeds/4253531873304915732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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inherit;"&gt;Ele reparou nos óculos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ela reparou nas vírgulas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ele ofereceu-lhe um ácido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E ela achou aquilo o máximo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Os lábios se tocaram ásperos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Em beijos de tirar o fôlego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tímidos, transaram trôpegos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E ávidos, gozaram rápido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ele procurava álibis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ela flutuava lépida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ele sucumbia ao pânico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E ela descansava lívida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O medo redigiu-se ínfimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E ele percebeu a dádiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Declarou-se dela, o súdito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Desenhou-se a história trágica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ele, enfim, dormiu apático&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Na noite segredosa e cálida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ela despertou-se tímida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Feita do desejo, a vítima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fugiu dali tão rápido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Caminhando passos tétricos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Amor em sua mente épico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Transformado em jogo cínico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Para ele, uma transa típica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O amor em seu &lt;u&gt;formato mínimo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O corpo se expressando clínico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Da triste solidão, a rúbrica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Skank)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/09/comecou-de-subito-festa-estava-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/7216308432584087348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733371922501114376/posts/default/7216308432584087348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/09/comecou-de-subito-festa-estava-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X7T67-cTswk/TmnDK7fxVQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/N7P3E0-Oc2s/s72-c/CORA%25C3%2587%25C3%2595ES+PARTIDOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-3297689167665810752</id><published>2011-07-30T01:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:00:06.498-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Metade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que a força do medo que tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;não me impeça de ver o que anseio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que a morte de tudo em que acredito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;não me tape os ouvidos e a boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;porque metade de mim é o que eu grito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;mas a outra metade é silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que a música que ouço ao longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;seja linda ainda que tristeza;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que a mulher que amo seja pra sempre amada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;mesmo que distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;porque metade de mim é partida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;mas a outra metade é saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que as palavras que eu falo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;não sejam ouvidas como prece e nem repetidas com fervor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;apenas respeitadas como a única coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;que resta a um homem inundado de sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;porque metade de mim é o que ouço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;mas a outra metade é o que calo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que essa minha vontade de ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;se transforme na calma e na paz que eu mereço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;e que essa tensão que me corrói por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;seja um dia recompensada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;porque metade de mim é o que penso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;mas a outra metade é um vulcão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que o medo da solidão se afaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;e que o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos suportável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que o espelho reflita em meu rosto num doce sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;que eu me lembro ter dado na infância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;porque metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;a outra metade não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;pra me fazer aquietar o espírito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;e que o teu silêncio me fale cada vez mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;porque metade de mim é abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;mas a outra metade é cansaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;mesmo que ela não saiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;e que ninguém a tente complicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;porque é preciso simplicidade pra fazê-la florescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;porque metade de mim é platéia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;e a outra metade é canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E que a minha loucura seja perdoada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;porque &lt;u&gt;metade de mim é amor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;e a outra metade também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Osvaldo Montenegro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgXXpwizGEA/TjOLJC_UcWI/AAAAAAAAAkI/boMzrZEieVg/s1600/saudade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgXXpwizGEA/TjOLJC_UcWI/AAAAAAAAAkI/boMzrZEieVg/s320/saudade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-7312324822418221067</id><published>2011-07-30T00:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T00:38:40.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estrada nova&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu conheço o medo de ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não saber o que fazer com a mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Gritar pro mundo e saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que o mundo não presta atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu conheço o medo de ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Embora não pareça, a dor vai passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lembra se puder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se não der, esqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De algum jeito vai passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O sol já nasceu na estrada nova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E mesmo que eu impeça, ele vai brilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lembra se puder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se não der esqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De algum jeito vai passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu conheço o medo de ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O futuro agarra a sua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Será que é o trem que passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ou passou quem fica na estação?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu conheço o medo de ir embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E nada que interessa se pode guardar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lembra se puder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Se não der esqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De algum jeito vai passar..&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ij4wYQGh_Es/TjN7MtQr6DI/AAAAAAAAAkA/B7SMQ5wxn8k/s1600/hug1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosfragmentados.blogspot.com/2011/07/estrada-nova-eu-conheco-o-medo-de-ir.html' title=''/><author><name>Sentimentos Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ij4wYQGh_Es/TjN7MtQr6DI/AAAAAAAAAkA/B7SMQ5wxn8k/s72-c/hug1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-3877073388304985198</id><published>2011-07-29T23:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:00:49.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Te faço uma canção tão antiga e tão bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não tem queixa, nem ferida, é proteção pra toda vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Porque você entende meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Teu sexo tem o gosto que eu gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tua boca, carne, tua saliva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fazem minha carne mais viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Então eu faço esse carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E assim fico menos sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Meu coração não chora mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Na ponta de qualquer espinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não tenha medo do futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do escuro ou da hora de acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dorme em paz, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;O tempo que minha canção soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E não deixe de sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Com o possível e o impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No amor é quase sempre assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tudo imprevisível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XxBA4ee6B8M/TjNwBLmGTDI/AAAAAAAAAj8/W3XfX0uVmYE/s1600/rosa1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XxBA4ee6B8M/TjNwBLmGTDI/AAAAAAAAAj8/W3XfX0uVmYE/s320/rosa1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-1253263685526797187</id><published>2011-07-29T23:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:01:25.995-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Faça uma lista de grandes amigos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quem você mais via há dez anos atrás&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quantos você ainda vê todo dia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quantos você já não encontra mais&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Faça uma lista dos sonhos que tinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quantos você desistiu de sonhar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quantos amores jurados pra sempre&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quantos você conseguiu preservar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Onde você ainda se reconhece&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Na foto passada ou no espelho de agora?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hoje é do jeito que achou que seria?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quantos amigos você jogou fora ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quantos mistérios que você sondava&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quantos você conseguiu entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quantos segredos que você guardava&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hoje são bobos ninguém quer saber&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quantas mentiras você condenava&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quantas você teve que cometer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quantos defeitos sanados com o tempo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eram o melhor que havia em você&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quantas canções que você não cantava&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hoje assobia pra sobreviver ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quantas pessoas que você amava&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hoje acredita que amam você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Osvaldo Montenegro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8CyGv6Fa5nA/TjNk-dvL2dI/AAAAAAAAAj0/74n6DlTWYAQ/s1600/2801941614_cea4568ece.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8CyGv6Fa5nA/TjNk-dvL2dI/AAAAAAAAAj0/74n6DlTWYAQ/s320/2801941614_cea4568ece.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Fragmentados</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00742188808959592004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdzRdIeskTI/TtEttl74WMI/AAAAAAAABDk/n7-gN0ryleg/s220/317456_279274745443344_261969600507192_716651_562974353_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8CyGv6Fa5nA/TjNk-dvL2dI/AAAAAAAAAj0/74n6DlTWYAQ/s72-c/2801941614_cea4568ece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733371922501114376.post-2757512532132138685</id><published>2011-07-26T03:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:02:17.308-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Borboletas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Quando depositamos muita confiança ou expectativas em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;uma pessoa, o risco de nos decepcionarmos é grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As pessoas não estão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;neste mundo para satisfazer as nossas expectativas, assim como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;não&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;estamos aqui, para satisfazer as dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Temos que nos bastar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E quando&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;procuramos estar com alguém, temos que nos conscientizar de que estamos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;juntos porque gostamos, porque&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;queremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;e nos sentimos bem, nunca por precisar de alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;pessoas não se precisam, elas se completam... não por serem metades, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;serem inteiras, dispostas a dividir objetivos comuns, alegrias e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Com o tempo, você vai percebendo que para ser feliz com a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;outra pessoa você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;precisa,em primeiro lugar, não precisar dela.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Percebe também que aquela pessoa que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;você ama (ou acha que ama) e que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;não quer nada com você, definitivamente, não é o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;homem ou a mulher&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;de sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Você aprende a gostar de você, a cuidar de você, e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;principalmente a gostar de quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;gosta de você. O segredo é não cuidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;das borboletas e sim cuidar do jardim para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;que elas venham até você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No final das contas, você vai achar não quem você estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;procurando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;mas quem estava procurando por você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnvubfxbEyc/Ti5ZWy6MpUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/bTBfGBvQUP0/s1600/5325074728_b027d3a656+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu apenas queria que você soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que aquela alegria ainda está comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E que a minha ternura não ficou na estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Não ficou no tempo, presa na poeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu apenas queria que você soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que esta menina hoje é uma mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E que esta mulher é uma menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que colheu seu fruto, flor do seu carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu apenas queria dizer a todo mundo que me gosta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que hoje eu me gosto muito mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Porque me entendo muito mais também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E que a atitude de recomeçar é todo dia toda hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É se respeitar na sua força e fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E se olhar bem fundo até o dedão do pé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Eu apenas queira que você soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Que essa criança brinca nesta roda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E não teme o corte de novas feridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pois tem a saúde que aprendeu com a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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