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bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Suas pirraças apagaram, tudo de belo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Passou dos limites, pra sobreviver o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Choro calada,perturbada ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;A ferida sangra,escorre em meu peito;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;sentimento de dor,e desengano traição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Escrava de ti,és meu cativo obsessor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sempre dependente do teu amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sombria, não há alegria,que me faça feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Quero arrumar um jeito, de viver um outro amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Que me oculte em teus braço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span 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center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Hoje vivi sem semblante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Estremeceu não resistiu caiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Renunciou seu deslumbramento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;virou fiascos da vida, perdeu sua gloria;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;perdida caiu na falência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Infeliz inútil naufrágio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Ruiu faliu derrotada virou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;estela ressentida, apagada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Perdeu seu encanto virou, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;estilhaços de vidros, faíscas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Perdeu esperanças na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Perdeu o amor, brilho&amp;nbsp;a beleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Perdeu sua cor, de atrair o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Estrela partida perdeu o reinado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;apagou-se, saudosa e desiludida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Ficou deprimida, de tédio esquecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Estrela formosa ainda quer brilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Entrou em uma luta constante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Agarra-se ao céu, pra sobreviver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Lágrimas, risos ,brincar de sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Infeliz, contenta-se, com pequenas centelhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;A vida pra ela &amp;nbsp;passou, perdeu seu reinado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Acabou, tornou-se estrela sombria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Sem rastos, sem rosto ,sem brilho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Hoje, Estela partida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Marina Nunes 12 /3/07 00`: 38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;_Direitos reservados_ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-4885221844217175529?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fechar a cortina da menina dos meus olhos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contigo representar o ritual do amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria perder toda razão, viver toda paixão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixar toda euforia, viver a sensação da liberdade...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria me perder dentro do nosso mundo insano,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentir cada abraço presente, em cada fala, desse louco drama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixar toda sensibilidade falar, nas batidas dos nossos corações...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Direitos da autora: 16/01/09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S5sfhHIwfzI/AAAAAAAABLg/_VrpYSg8F-c/s1600-h/qd010n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S5sfhHIwfzI/AAAAAAAABLg/_VrpYSg8F-c/s320/qd010n.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PÁSSARO FERIDO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novamente releio a carta de amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carta dos meus sonhos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;das minhas esperanças.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje sou um pássaro ferido, e solitário.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De asas quebradas ,não posso voar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu vôo ficou raso, sem rumo sem lugar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu destino está traçado, estou só.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já nem sei recomeçar, voltar amar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou um barco à deriva, perdida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou levado pelo impulso do mar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou sem remo,em qualquer lugar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre com medo, de não saber voltar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdida sem rumo, sem âncora;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem chão, sem porto seguro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só sombra restou, do amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Direitos reservados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S5sfhHIwfzI/AAAAAAAABLg/_VrpYSg8F-c/s72-c/qd010n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-985497382446464841</id><published>2010-02-28T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T17:22:00.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pura ilusão...'/><title type='text'>Pura ilusão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o olhar indignado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;procuro minha ternura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ternura que guardava,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e mantinha, no meu coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor que doava, ao certo alguém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi um amor de ilusão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transformou,os meus sonhos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em fragilidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje fugindo, vou liberando,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dor do amor, que um dia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me envaideceu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com o olhar de distância,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dispenso qualquer opção, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que venha desse amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem desculpas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;palavras invasivas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras de um covarde,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que tem medo, de ouvir á verdade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prefiro morrer na solidão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que amor de mentira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor cicatrizar a ferida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esquecer,toda decepção.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(direitos reservados á autora)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28/02/1023:47:56&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-985497382446464841?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/985497382446464841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=985497382446464841' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/985497382446464841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/985497382446464841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2010/02/pura-ilusao.html' title='Pura ilusão...'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S4s5x_H08ZI/AAAAAAAABJg/BAOFwpMDMzI/s72-c/55516_Papel-de-Parede-Garota-Gotica--55516_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-7183420258350003075</id><published>2010-02-19T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:02:11.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Diário de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S386NaCgPxI/AAAAAAAABI0/VrAEqHYW71o/s1600-h/computador+amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S42K1R8PTKI/AAAAAAAABJo/pymFo_sFLO4/s1600-h/50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S42K1R8PTKI/AAAAAAAABJo/pymFo_sFLO4/s320/50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Diário de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pausando vou teclando frases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;difícil de descrever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;meu&amp;nbsp;diário de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;São frases&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;vêm, cheia de dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Procuro teu perfil, no meu pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Já é altas horas,&amp;nbsp;estou acordada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Em desatino,tenho suores frios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Letrinhas dançam, desequilibradas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;parecem&amp;nbsp; zangadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Estou descontente,mal humorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Vivo um drama,digno de dó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Teclando procuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;tua sombra,em minha memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Com o olhar cansado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;soluços nos olhos, estou certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tá difícil, de esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Autora :Marina Nunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;direitos reservados á autora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;19/02/1021:33:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-7183420258350003075?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7183420258350003075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=7183420258350003075' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7183420258350003075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7183420258350003075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2010/02/diario-de-amor.html' title='Diário de amor'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S42K1R8PTKI/AAAAAAAABJo/pymFo_sFLO4/s72-c/50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-3670758442736360560</id><published>2010-02-14T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:09:38.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Segredo é Segredo'/><title type='text'>Segredo é Segredo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S3ioKQbD1UI/AAAAAAAABIk/2RARNM-1_0I/s1600-h/CORAO_~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="184" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S3ioKQbD1UI/AAAAAAAABIk/2RARNM-1_0I/s200/CORAO_~1.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Segredo é Segredo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se meu coração falasse&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que trago na alma.&lt;br /&gt;Das lágrimas dolorida face.&lt;br /&gt;Da dor que corroí sem calma.&lt;br /&gt;Da dor que corroí sem calma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Se meu coração falasse&lt;br /&gt;Pois morro, e nada falo&lt;br /&gt;Do secreto desenlace. &lt;br /&gt;Do oculto amor, que não declaro.&lt;br /&gt;Amor que passou de relance.&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;direitos reservados á autora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-3670758442736360560?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3670758442736360560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=3670758442736360560' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3670758442736360560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3670758442736360560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2010/02/segredo-e-segredo.html' title='Segredo é Segredo'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S3ioKQbD1UI/AAAAAAAABIk/2RARNM-1_0I/s72-c/CORAO_~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-4892611763100590869</id><published>2010-02-02T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:39:34.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diálogo Da Solidão...'/><title type='text'>Diálogo Da Solidão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S2h_ASNQL8I/AAAAAAAABGE/6icoiJXxGWs/s1600-h/a07ed6cb0507664c80ddf32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S2h_ASNQL8I/AAAAAAAABGE/6icoiJXxGWs/s320/a07ed6cb0507664c80ddf32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Diálogo Da Solidão... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;A solidão crucificou à minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;E quis fazer morada no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;O aroma da solidão chegou impregnou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;a minha alma,dolorosamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Ouvir sua melodia fúnebre chegando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Me chamando,dentro da madrugada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;A solidão tem sua gestação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;quis fazer nascer, uma ferida viva, na minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Vem à galope,chega maltratando, humilhando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Com ela, não existe fronteira, nem vento forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Indiferente,aprisiona “alma, frágil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;A solidão machucou-me pra valer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Fez um estrago deixando marcas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Chegou com dor, melancolia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Sentir a fragilidade frisar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Ouvir o som da melodia chagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;A solidão quis me matar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Quis ser dona, da minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Tentando e lutando, fui me arrastando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Com a dor presente,me fiz de valente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Com a solidão fui lutar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;E fragiliza, fraca, gritei,pra Deus escutar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;A solidão sussurrante fundiu-se, na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Desaparecendo,em plena madrugada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Hoje fortificada, fui viver, recomeçar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Autora;Marina Nunes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;(Todos direitos reservados á autora)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;02/02/1015:36:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-1148185652356069988</id><published>2010-01-31T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:43:27.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIÇÃO DE AMOR'/><title type='text'>Lição de amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S2ZEJ6llbHI/AAAAAAAABFU/gp1mWWNTIqY/s1600-h/14a9dfr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S2ZEJ6llbHI/AAAAAAAABFU/gp1mWWNTIqY/s320/14a9dfr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lição&amp;nbsp;de amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louca fiquei,quando na madrugada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sentir tua falta,o teu lado vazio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha fisionomia perdeu toda cor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje escuto teus passos, de chegada;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tudo voltou, ao seu devido lugar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louca fiquei,em pensar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que poderia perder você, outra vez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a distancia,as pirraças,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as nossas brigas,amorosas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transformasse,teu coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah! meu Deus,como penei!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De saudade me alimentei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só eu sei,como chorei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E perdida vivi tantas noites,&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;solidão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje meu coração bate forte,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No compasso, da melodia preferida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só em sentir tua voz,os teus passos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo voltou à sorrir,é choro de felicidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Direitos Reservados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SALVE SALVADOR'/><title type='text'>SALVE SALVADOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S2SymCuw4qI/AAAAAAAABE8/DE7YA_iawzQ/s1600-h/Carnaval-de-Salvador-promete-briga-entre-musas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S2SymCuw4qI/AAAAAAAABE8/DE7YA_iawzQ/s320/Carnaval-de-Salvador-promete-briga-entre-musas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SALVE SALVADOR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terra do axé, dos atabaques.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da calmaria do mar azul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De janeiro à fevereiro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tudo na Bahia é&amp;nbsp; festa, é verão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em pleno verão, o sol está mais brilhante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salvador fica&amp;nbsp; linda, e florida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo de magia,você pode&amp;nbsp;encontra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muito espumante gelado;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frutas doces, tropicais,&amp;nbsp;saborosas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lindas sereias bronzeadas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em seu biquíni, à desfilar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na calmaria do vai e vem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no balanço do mar azul, é só&amp;nbsp;verão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O&amp;nbsp;mar está mais encantado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na areia da praia,mais energia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É carnaval, Salvador está em folia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só alegria, gente bonita de férias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Música no ar,os trios elétricos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vêm&amp;nbsp;arrastando, blocos e&amp;nbsp;multidões,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fazendo a festa, mais badalada, do Brasil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Salvador, está fervendo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Exatamente agora, o sol está,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;escaldante, uma loucura.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autora ;Marina Nunes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;direitos reservados á autora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: 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black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os perfumes das flores,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estimulam um passeio, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magnífico, entre elas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Querem ser admiradas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os campos estão floridos ,coloridos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elas reclamam,” minha atenção!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&amp;nbsp;olhar entra em êxtase.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto-me enamorada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com olhar colorido, vou ao encontro das flores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elas me atraem seduzindo-me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tão mimosas, são as flores!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu me perco entre elas .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto o meu&amp;nbsp;sorriso aberto, que sai de mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cultuando toda beleza;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinto toda ternura elevada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De cheiro da terra,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dos &amp;nbsp;perfumes das belas flores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idolatradas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grande&amp;nbsp;é&amp;nbsp;o criador,e sua&amp;nbsp;natureza viva.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Direitos da autora)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-7140265055031733329?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7140265055031733329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=7140265055031733329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7140265055031733329'/><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-98569666198910415.post-2747051764980776308</id><published>2010-01-25T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:08:50.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dor Renitente'/><title type='text'>Dor Renitente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S14IDQzEbEI/AAAAAAAABEM/pnWZMIWYXSU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S14IDQzEbEI/AAAAAAAABEM/pnWZMIWYXSU/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dor Renitente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde encontrar o amor, que um dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi tudo na&amp;nbsp;vida de um certo alguém?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje ela anda triste, e sente nostalgia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem é essa dama, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que dorme perdida em seu ambiente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&amp;nbsp;sente um vazio?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perenemente caminha, entorpecida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por um amor que acabou tão recente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde encontrar o dono da alegria,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que um dia lhe sorriu ardentemente?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solitária, inconscientemente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não controla o calor que lhe domina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorosa, sufoca-se facilmente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem sabe onde encontrar o amor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que lhe deixou marcas tão presentes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um amor abrasador, que acabou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela tem a alma tão sentida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada lhe acalma, chora dolorosamente. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela quer e procura o amor que partiu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão recentemente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;direitos reservados&amp;nbsp;à autora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/98569666198910415-2747051764980776308?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2747051764980776308/comments/default' 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Venha receber o seu troféu e garantir sua inscrição&amp;nbsp; GB 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Gazeta dos Blogueiros (http://www.gazetadosblogueiros.com/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;7 de janeiro de 2010 07:02 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-7047577681788734185?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7047577681788734185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=7047577681788734185' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7047577681788734185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7047577681788734185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2010/01/meu-blog-ganhou-premio-trofeu-destaque.html' title='MEU BLOG GANHOU....  PRÊMIO TROFÉU, DESTAQUE...  Gazeta dos Blogueiros OBRIGADA !!!'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S1yuBK549xI/AAAAAAAABDc/XV5AiBBJQKg/s72-c/destaquegb2010.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-2117560207116633033</id><published>2010-01-23T19:58:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:18:16.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAUDADES AINDA MORA'/><title type='text'>SAUDADES AINDA MORA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S1vGKT3H9PI/AAAAAAAABDM/C08wVCoIac4/s1600-h/a210.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S1vGKT3H9PI/AAAAAAAABDM/C08wVCoIac4/s320/a210.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;SAUDADES AINDA MORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ah!Saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que me faz feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;lembrar meu&amp;nbsp;amor do passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que pelo uma triz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quase doente fiquei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Por loucura de amor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Por querer-te tanto bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tentei ignorar esse amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E seus galanteios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Com insistência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;conquistou meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tentei fugir mas desistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Passei à esperar por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp;com amor&amp;nbsp;dedicou-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;toda paixão,toda loucura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoje ainda,&amp;nbsp; envaidece-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Vivíamos em deslumbramentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Foi bom enquanto durou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoje nada sei,da tua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Anos após anos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;mora, &amp;nbsp;dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Linda recordação ainda existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ah!Quem me dera, ele encontrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;fitar o teu olhar,&amp;nbsp;beijar&amp;nbsp;e amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(Marina Nunes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S1vGKT3H9PI/AAAAAAAABDM/C08wVCoIac4/s72-c/a210.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-3449213387164700832</id><published>2010-01-10T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:28:10.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oração da Família'/><title type='text'>Oração da Família</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S0qotMAUpyI/AAAAAAAABBE/KV40Kr9cB8Y/s1600-h/JESUS_~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S0qotMAUpyI/AAAAAAAABBE/KV40Kr9cB8Y/s320/JESUS_~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oração da Família &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nenhuma família comece em qualquer de repente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nenhuma família termine por falta de amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o casal seja um para o outro de corpo e de mente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que nada no mundo separe um casal sonhador &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nenhuma família se abrigue debaixo da ponte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ninguém interfira no lar e na vida dos dois &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ninguém os obrigue a viver sem um horizonte &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que eles vivam do ontem do hoje em função de um depois&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a família comecem e terminem sabendo onde vai &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que o homem carregue nos ombros a graça de um Pai &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a mulher seja um céu de ternura, aconchego e calor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que os filhos conheçam a força que brota no amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abençoa senhor a família também &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abençoa senhor a minha também &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abençoa senhor a família também &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abençoa senhor a minha também &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que marido e mulher tenham força de amar sem medida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ninguém vá dormir sem pedir ou sem dar seu perdão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que as crianças aprendam no colo o sentido da vida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a família celebre a partilha do abraço e do pão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que marido e mulher não se traem e não traem seus filhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o ciúme não matem a certeza do amor entre os dois&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que no seu firmamento a estrela que tem maior brilho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seja firme esperança de um céu aqui mesmo e depois&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a família comecem e terminem sabendo onde vai &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que o homem carregue nos ombros a graça de um Pai &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a mulher seja um céu de ternura, aconchego e calor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que os filhos conheçam a força que brota do amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abençoa senhor a família também&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abençoa senhor a minha também&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abençoa senhor a família também&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abençoa senhor a minha também&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pe. José Fernandes de Oliveira &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-3449213387164700832?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3449213387164700832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=3449213387164700832' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3449213387164700832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3449213387164700832'/><link rel='alternate' 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S0pWSisLg4I/AAAAAAAABA8/Bz6xAFS7JCY/s1600-h/Richard_S_Johnson_The_Settee_IE-704747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S0pWSisLg4I/AAAAAAAABA8/Bz6xAFS7JCY/s320/Richard_S_Johnson_The_Settee_IE-704747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;TODA PAZ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Que toda harmonia aqueça sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Teu caminho seja abençoado e feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Haja sempre confiança, e muita certeza e paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Toda saúde se abasteça, de pura pureza de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Que a felicidade faça seu caminho florido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Sempre sorridente,a repartir dividir amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Que tudo em você, seja cristalina, água de alecrim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Cultuando muito amor,sempre em seu jardim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;E toda paz, e sabedoria igualdade afins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;25/03/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/98569666198910415-3114732590082396483?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3114732590082396483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=3114732590082396483' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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NATUREZA DE DEUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os meus olhos são formados de imagens vivas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encanta-se em cada campo,e paisagem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em cada verde e forma, que só eu sei imaginar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entro em contemplação junto à natureza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu olhar tem afinidade com a vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com tudo que encontra pela frente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O canto dos pássaros, seu vôo em valsa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cor do céu azul,a dança das nuvens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os meus olhos fascinam-se com as cores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao perceber cada flor, e seu perfume.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E grita de alegria, ao ver um nascimento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de um filhote de passarinho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A natureza, da maternidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é inconfundível!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Direitos reservados &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-7327984204098284929?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7327984204098284929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=7327984204098284929' title='1 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-5463392318941929435</id><published>2010-01-03T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:58:01.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filho de Deus'/><title type='text'>Filho de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S0E8_iL3QnI/AAAAAAAABAE/DJbymOy3_kc/s1600-h/7Arcangeles01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S0E8_iL3QnI/AAAAAAAABAE/DJbymOy3_kc/s320/7Arcangeles01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filho de Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Multiplicaram-se através dos tempos, variados &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conceitos a respeito de Deus. |&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por mais complexos, tornaram-se insuficientes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para expressar toda grandeza do Criador.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somente Jesus logrou fazê-lo com perfeição,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;utilizando-se de uma linguagem simples, no entanto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;portadora de alta carga racional e emocional,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chamando-O de Pai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O designativo excelente preenche todas as lacunas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixadas por outras definições e referências. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus é o Pai Criador,o Genitor Divino,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a Causa Incausada de todos os seres e de todas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as coisas. Tu és filho de Deus, cujo amor inunda &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todo o universo e se encontra presente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nas mais íntimas fibras de teu ser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tens por fatalidade na vida: a plenitude!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lográ-la, de imediato ou mais tarde, dependerá &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do teu livre-arbítrio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso, empenha-te no sentido de conseguir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;êxitos aos teus empreendimentos íntimos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo que a custas de sacrifícios, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recordando-te sempre que,em qualquer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;situação, Deus está contigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joanna de Angelis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psicografado por Divaldo Pereira Franco)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/S0E8_iL3QnI/AAAAAAAABAE/DJbymOy3_kc/s72-c/7Arcangeles01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-1093749963975302962</id><published>2009-12-27T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:09:54.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TEU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANJO'/><title type='text'>TEU ANJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sze-4zbdymI/AAAAAAAAA_k/7MZlxg0kPK4/s1600-h/anjo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sze-4zbdymI/AAAAAAAAA_k/7MZlxg0kPK4/s320/anjo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;TEU ANJO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eu sou teu anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;das noites tranqüilas, ou agitadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Meu nome, é transparência;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que irradia toda paisagem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Por onde passo,fica meu rastro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Na vigia noturna,cubro com manto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;cada corpo frio,abandonado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eu sou o anjo viajante, da noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;quentes ou frias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sem pousada,nem cansaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Espalho centelhas de amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;de esperanças, infinitas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Estou em todos hospitais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Amenizo a dor,onde ela abriga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sou um anjo puro,e virtuoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Toda beleza, que na vida existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que cuida com apreço, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Toda dor, do pobre infeliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Dos loucos enjaulados, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pobres dementes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Acalmando cada mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sou um anjo de asas divinas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tenho meta na vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;alcançar onde existe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;dificuldades,maldade,tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cuido das crianças,jovens anciões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O meu vôo é vasto, e perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eu sou essência, angelical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Por ser puro, sou abençoado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;e purificado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Te faço companhia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;em tua vida,noite e dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-1093749963975302962?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1093749963975302962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=1093749963975302962' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/1093749963975302962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/1093749963975302962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/12/teu-anjo.html' title='TEU ANJO'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sze-4zbdymI/AAAAAAAAA_k/7MZlxg0kPK4/s72-c/anjo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-3493242023611677687</id><published>2009-12-21T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T03:54:03.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QUEM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SOU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EU ?'/><title type='text'>QUEM SOU EU ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sy9hslw8zPI/AAAAAAAAA-k/sM6nNzUaMN4/s1600-h/created_at_www_FotoTrix_com_jpegiiii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sy9hslw8zPI/AAAAAAAAA-k/sM6nNzUaMN4/s320/created_at_www_FotoTrix_com_jpegiiii.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;QUEM SOU EU ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Um pouco de luz pequenina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;que fala grita tudo que sente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;tudo que exclama em tua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Quem me entenderia, e me decifraria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Pensaria que eu sou um louco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Mas eu sei ,que sou afável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Sou uma semente, plantada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;no coração,de quem quiser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;mudar de direção, e ser humilde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Quem quiser decifrar quem eu sou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;é só ter a certeza, que eu existo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Em cada coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Ainda não descobriu quem eu sou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Eu sou a luz, que guia teu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Que acalenta tuas lágrimas,teu amor partido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Tuas dores,dissabores, desesperanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Eu vou fazer o teu caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;De afinidades verdadeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Mas você tem que apreender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;e acreditar na mudança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Amar como nunca amou alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Existem tantas possibilidades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;de errar e ganhar, mais tente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Fazer do amor teu refugio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Eu vou falar quem eu sou, na tua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Eu vou lapidar teu coração magoado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;e fazer uma transformação radical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Contrariando quem não acredita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;eu sou o amor, teu anjo amigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Marina Nunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-3493242023611677687?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3493242023611677687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=3493242023611677687' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-4005154018658649179</id><published>2009-12-13T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:46:45.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexos'/><title type='text'>Reflexos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyXRIrQSt4I/AAAAAAAAA8k/bXrs1FaAFbs/s1600-h/Beside+Still+Waters+1024-744921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rs="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyXRIrQSt4I/AAAAAAAAA8k/bXrs1FaAFbs/s320/Beside+Still+Waters+1024-744921.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reflexos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Impressões negativas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não precisas dizê-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anotando defeitos, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Procura as qualidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com motivos de queixa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não reclames. Espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Críticas sem proveito &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Destacam-te o perfil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Encontramos nos outros &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que temos em nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só vemos o que temos,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isso é da Lei de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xavier, Francisco Cândido. Da obra: Caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ditado pelo Espírito Emmanuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2a edição. Jabaquara, SP: CEU, 1981. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-4005154018658649179?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4005154018658649179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=4005154018658649179' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/4005154018658649179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/4005154018658649179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflexos.html' title='Reflexos'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyXRIrQSt4I/AAAAAAAAA8k/bXrs1FaAFbs/s72-c/Beside+Still+Waters+1024-744921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-1481944370268359294</id><published>2009-11-29T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:12:45.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Árvore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos&quot;'/><title type='text'>"Árvore de Amigos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SxKppTe37FI/AAAAAAAAA1M/FEyLGoZuAuA/s1600/YY5b-13m-1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SxKppTe37FI/AAAAAAAAA1M/FEyLGoZuAuA/s320/YY5b-13m-1.gif" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Árvore de Amigos"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quisera, Senhor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neste Natal armar uma árvore dentro do meu coração e nela pendurar, em vez de presentes, os nomes de todos os meus amigos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os amigos de longe e de perto. Os antigos e os mais recentes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os que vejo a cada dia e os que raramente encontro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os sempre lembrados e os que às vezes ficam esquecidos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os das horas difíceis e os das horas alegres.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os que, sem querer, eu magoei, ou sem querer me magoaram.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqueles uma profundamente conheço quem E aqueles de quem conheço apenas as aparências.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os que pouco me e Devem Aqueles a quem muito devo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meus amigos humildes e meus amigos importantes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os nomes de todos os que já passaram pela minha vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma árvore de raízes muito profundas para que seus nomes nunca mais Sejam arrancados do meu coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ramos muito extensos, para que novos nomes vindos de todas as partes venham juntar-se aos existentes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De sombras muito Agradáveis para que nossa amizade, Seja um momento de repouso nas lutas da vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nossos sonhos não se percam e que neste final de ano, a esperança não seja Reforçada amanhã.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz Natal!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SxKpP5L6ngI/AAAAAAAAA00/5ynmIATwl4w/s1600/20.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SwlG8-1hr_I/AAAAAAAAA0k/ONALStOcmiQ/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SwlG8-1hr_I/AAAAAAAAA0k/ONALStOcmiQ/s320/untitled.bmp" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Ateu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sujeito que clama e berra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contra a vida a que se agarra,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vive em perene algazarra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colado aos brejais da terra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do raciocínio faz garra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com que à verdade faz guerra,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na desdita em que se aferra,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À ilusão em que se amarra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De mente sempre na birra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouve a ambição que lhe acirra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A paixão que o liga à burra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas a luz divina jorra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a vida ganha a desforra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na morte que o pega e surra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xavier, Francisco Cândido; Baccelli, Carlos A.. Da obra: Brilhe Vossa Luz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ditado pelo Espírito Alfredo Nora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4a edição. Araras, SP: IDE, 1987.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-1252021108837069050?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1252021108837069050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=1252021108837069050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/1252021108837069050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/1252021108837069050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-ateu.html' title='O Ateu'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SwlG8-1hr_I/AAAAAAAAA0k/ONALStOcmiQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-1991189677931196458</id><published>2009-11-21T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:28:07.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad'/><title type='text'>Mad how to Love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Swh-3L10bJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/hbF06tM9bWw/s1600/a_021109235603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Swh-3L10bJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/hbF06tM9bWw/s320/a_021109235603.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mad how to Love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loco, completamente loco, yo soy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando usted mira a mí, yo quiero,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El tono de su voz cambia, el color de los brillos de los alumnos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Su mirada se funde, junto con la mía.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que estoy loca, por todo lo que es tuyo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love me, con la gracia, yo soy tu rosa lo sublime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soy tu chica irresistible poéticas poesía.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loco, es cómo te quiero.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Llámame un hada, ángel, corazón.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louca, la pintura es todo lo que tengo de ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A partir de aquí, de piel oscura, que me fascina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos ustedes me seducen, me hacen feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es decir, nuestro amor 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-1307892462930353973</id><published>2009-11-10T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:23:12.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saúde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>AQUI TEM NIVER, 13 DE NOVEMBRO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gifsemensagens.com.br/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Veja este e outros modelos no Gifs e Mensagens clicando no endereço abaixo www.gifsemensagens.com.br" border="0" height="400" src="http://s15.photobucket.com/albums/a356/chrysca/aniversario/ani4.gif" width="353" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-8147991710198658771</id><published>2009-11-08T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:19:07.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='da'/><title type='text'>Escola Da Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Svd7fWyztdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/bzQLl1OsFfM/s1600-h/jardins%2520floridos%2520(78).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Svd7fWyztdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/bzQLl1OsFfM/s320/jardins%2520floridos%2520(78).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escola Da Vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus pai amado, e adorado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tua beleza é perfeição.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Santo imaculado,és senhor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do amor,das tempestades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;és o criador, mais amado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tua suave face,olhar terno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus toda sabedoria, é paz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tua grandeza é infinita!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo foi dito mais esquecido,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a tua escola, é verdadeira luz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me tranqüiliza,nas inquietudes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me faz entender,tudo da vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;direitos reservados á autora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;30/09/0920:17:30&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/98569666198910415-8147991710198658771?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8147991710198658771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SvbX41ccDII/AAAAAAAAA0M/CWz9MC1hvVQ/s320/jardins%2520floridos%2520(34).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AOS DOMINGOS UMA NOVA, MENSAGEM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas dificuldades do dia-a-dia, esqueça os contratempos e siga em frente, recordando que Deus esculpiu em cada um de nós a faculdade de resolver os nossos próprios problemas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida é aquilo que você deseja diariamente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A renovação autêntica tem de começar em nós mesmos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você prepara o caminho de quaisquer ocorrências pensando em torno delas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A palavra é porta de entrada para as suas realizações. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carregar ressentimentos será bloquear os seus próprios recursos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encolerizar-se é dinamitar o seu próprio trabalho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sofra hoje pela neurose que talvez lhe venha comprovar a compreensão e a resistência, em futuro remoto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os problemas existirão sempre ao redor de nós e apesar de nós. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olvide ofensas e desgostos, tribulações e sombras e continue trabalhando quanto puder no bem de todos, recordando que o tópico mais importante de seu caminho será sempre servir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANDRÉ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/nos-instantes-dificeis.html' title='(NOS INSTANTES DIFÍCEIS)'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SvbX41ccDII/AAAAAAAAA0M/CWz9MC1hvVQ/s72-c/jardins%2520floridos%2520(34).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-2430605893253957641</id><published>2009-10-25T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MINHA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ORAÇÃO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>MINHA ORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SuRvZTV8k2I/AAAAAAAAAzU/Rzvn4oJWcvU/s1600-h/121121322427692%C3%87%C3%87%C3%87.GIF" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SuRvZTV8k2I/AAAAAAAAAzU/Rzvn4oJWcvU/s320/121121322427692%C3%87%C3%87%C3%87.GIF" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;MINHA ORAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A minha oração, é pela nossa saúde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pela vida, pelos laços do nosso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pela nossa idade, velhice permitida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Se tudo isso, nos for consentido por Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nem quero pensar, no que nos resta, no presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoje, eu quero sentir toda emoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Amando-te, sem sessar, cada momento aproveitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do passado quero lembrar com amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quando a minha face adormecer, pelo tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O tempo, pra você também irá passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ainda assim, serás jovem para mim;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eu serei a tua eterna menina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O puro&amp;nbsp;amor, viverá em mim, em ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quando&amp;nbsp;" minha alma, deixar de&amp;nbsp;sentir a emoção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Da chama ,que alimenta “alma de um homem,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp;uma mulher;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;velhice, naturalmente nos absolver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;equilíbrio&amp;nbsp;faltar pra andar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Minhas mãos, mesmo trêmulas, eu conseguir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Poucas linhas digitar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O meu amor por ti, poder expressar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Com o meu mesmo olhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ainda assim, estarei feliz, em ter você comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Direitos reservados á autora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; 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POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SuRvZTV8k2I/AAAAAAAAAzU/Rzvn4oJWcvU/s72-c/121121322427692%C3%87%C3%87%C3%87.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-7572087417638639598</id><published>2009-09-14T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:53:08.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>A felicidade Existe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sq6s9WQSaEI/AAAAAAAAAyA/BxnaM9NDpm0/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381428774700214338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sq6s9WQSaEI/AAAAAAAAAyA/BxnaM9NDpm0/s320/dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade Existe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É uma aliança com a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não se compra, alcança-se.&lt;br /&gt;É como água cristalina,&lt;br /&gt;A bebida com o poder&lt;br /&gt;da fertilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Tem perseverança.&lt;br /&gt;Liderança, continua.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Existe dentro do coração de quem sonha.&lt;br /&gt;É uma criança,&lt;br /&gt;Que espera ansiosamente,&lt;br /&gt;O presente tão esperado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas conquistado com aplausos,&lt;br /&gt;Com lágrimas,e paciência.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;É uma penitência, uma benção.&lt;br /&gt;É algo que vem sorrateiro,&lt;br /&gt;Entra na casa da esperança,&lt;br /&gt;E sem passar por cima da infelicidade de um alguém,&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade, não vê maldade.&lt;br /&gt;Sem vaidade, é melodia,&lt;br /&gt;Um clássico da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Transborda, o coração merecedor.&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;Direitos reservados á autora.&lt;br /&gt;13/09/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/98569666198910415-7572087417638639598?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7572087417638639598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=7572087417638639598' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7572087417638639598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7572087417638639598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/felicidade-existe.html' title='A felicidade Existe'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sq6s9WQSaEI/AAAAAAAAAyA/BxnaM9NDpm0/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-4654727818986783518</id><published>2009-08-29T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olhando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='da'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>O espelho: Um diálogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SplegVf8ssI/AAAAAAAAAxo/C1VFd4Xyfoc/s1600-h/A+IMAGEM+DO+REFLEXO+DE+SI+MESMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375431539863368386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SplegVf8ssI/AAAAAAAAAxo/C1VFd4Xyfoc/s320/A+IMAGEM+DO+REFLEXO+DE+SI+MESMA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O espelho: Um diálogo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando o espelho da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Subo no tablado da fisionomia, e faço um ato.&lt;br /&gt;De cara lavada, solto um sorriso sádico,&lt;br /&gt;Querendo desafiar, e com o espelho, dialogar.&lt;br /&gt;Perseguida, mas não vencida,&lt;br /&gt;Ele, é a minha condenação.&lt;br /&gt;Abalando a imagem da sob vida,  &lt;br /&gt;Atiça fagulhas, cortando meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;E não aceitando, me desfaço no ato, &lt;br /&gt;Sinto gotas, pingando pelo chão.&lt;br /&gt;Pobre face da ilusão, não aceita compaixão.&lt;br /&gt;Olhando o meu vulto, o meu reflexo,&lt;br /&gt;Bato com força na face, sinto a expressão.&lt;br /&gt;A dor grita, fica valente, peço guarida.&lt;br /&gt;O espelho olha, e diz não.&lt;br /&gt;Ma, uma bofetada sai no ar,&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso se mistura,&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas correm, sem cessar.&lt;br /&gt;O espelho, meu grande vilão.&lt;br /&gt;Sem compaixão, não faz questão.&lt;br /&gt;Me olha nos olhos, e diz não.&lt;br /&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;direitos reservados à autora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/08/0901:30:48&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-4654727818986783518?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4654727818986783518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=4654727818986783518' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/4654727818986783518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/4654727818986783518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-espelho-um-dialogo.html' title='O espelho: Um diálogo'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SplegVf8ssI/AAAAAAAAAxo/C1VFd4Xyfoc/s72-c/A+IMAGEM+DO+REFLEXO+DE+SI+MESMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-7614790453780797575</id><published>2009-08-25T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim'/><title type='text'>AMOR SEM FIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SpRcFWmze9I/AAAAAAAAAxY/bfSBGfoz_TA/s1600-h/AMIGAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374021502397283282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SpRcFWmze9I/AAAAAAAAAxY/bfSBGfoz_TA/s320/AMIGAS.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMOR SEM FIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor é amor sem fim, é tudo para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Inexplicável, é a minha forma de amar.&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz menina,&lt;br /&gt;É amor puro, jasmim.&lt;br /&gt;Ele, é meu amor colorido, amor arrebatador.&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu mesma sei ,como controlar este amor.&lt;br /&gt;Nem abdicar, o meu amor por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Nem há explicações por te amar assim.&lt;br /&gt;Por que te amo?&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo de falar, de espalhar teu perfume,&lt;br /&gt;Que fica impregnado na minha pele,&lt;br /&gt;Na hora do amor, nos lençóis de cetim.&lt;br /&gt;Por que te amo?&lt;br /&gt;Se na margem desse amor,&lt;br /&gt;Existe tantas celebrações sem limites?&lt;br /&gt;Por que te amo?&lt;br /&gt;Se no teu corpo, faço uma viagem sem fim?&lt;br /&gt;Desfrutando cada festim, só para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Eu me banho, em uma concha de alecrim.&lt;br /&gt;E nela, adormeço, esqueço o endereço,&lt;br /&gt;E vivo esse amor, doce, e puro carmim.&lt;br /&gt;Por que te amo?&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(direitos reservados á autora)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-7614790453780797575?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SpRcFWmze9I/AAAAAAAAAxY/bfSBGfoz_TA/s72-c/AMIGAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-1471456073994346696</id><published>2009-08-25T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ressentido'/><title type='text'>Ressentido amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SpPzGS7BPFI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/W9ETi-RifVQ/s1600-h/chorando01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373906069867281490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SpPzGS7BPFI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/W9ETi-RifVQ/s320/chorando01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ressentido amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar do tempo que passa.&lt;br /&gt;Das chuvas que correm nas vidraças.&lt;br /&gt;Do frio que grita sombrio,&lt;br /&gt;da paisagem já sem graça,&lt;br /&gt;do meu coração chorando baixinho,&lt;br /&gt;do nosso ninho, em desalinho vazio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar das taças despidas,&lt;br /&gt;delicadamente abandonadas,&lt;br /&gt;do canto da sala isolado fechado&lt;br /&gt;pela despedida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar do perdido olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Que vivi querendo acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;nesse amor,que vivo á mendigar.&lt;br /&gt;Do meu vulto, tão deprimido partido.&lt;br /&gt;Das gotas derramadas amargas sentidas,&lt;br /&gt;correndo na face, escondidas,&lt;br /&gt;querendo ver você voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-1471456073994346696?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1471456073994346696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=1471456073994346696' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/1471456073994346696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/1471456073994346696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/ressentido-amor.html' title='Ressentido amor'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SpPzGS7BPFI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/W9ETi-RifVQ/s72-c/chorando01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-8067369290757594983</id><published>2009-08-15T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semblantes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>FORA DE MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SolvfnMkJmI/AAAAAAAAAxA/11syslY8vQE/s1600-h/2293087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370946619504338530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SolvfnMkJmI/AAAAAAAAAxA/11syslY8vQE/s320/2293087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORA DE MIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu semblante&lt;br /&gt;Fala da minha fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Que é só minha.&lt;br /&gt;Que me perturba, me alucina.&lt;br /&gt;O meu olhar tão perdido no tempo e sem cor.&lt;br /&gt;Perdido no nada.&lt;br /&gt;É um olhar vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Que vontade de partir para distante,&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer dos meus rastros.&lt;br /&gt;Todo meu passado.&lt;br /&gt;Das minhas urgias vadia sinto-me tão perdida em meus vícios,&lt;br /&gt;ligados aos desencantos.&lt;br /&gt;Sufocada vivo nada apaga.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo sem sinal, sem farol.&lt;br /&gt;Centralizo o nada que restou.&lt;br /&gt;E triste, perdida, sem cor,&lt;br /&gt;- Mostrar texto das mensagens anteriores -&lt;br /&gt;Vou morrendo aos poucos.&lt;br /&gt;Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-8067369290757594983?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8067369290757594983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=8067369290757594983' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/8067369290757594983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/8067369290757594983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/fora-de-mim.html' title='FORA DE MIM'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SolvfnMkJmI/AAAAAAAAAxA/11syslY8vQE/s72-c/2293087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-5255144843484920119</id><published>2009-08-14T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calmo.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brando e'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>O entardecer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SoZGVCaqquI/AAAAAAAAAwo/cgtyRNlrNWg/s1600-h/sexypretobranco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370056932925811426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SoZGVCaqquI/AAAAAAAAAwo/cgtyRNlrNWg/s320/sexypretobranco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O entardecer... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dia passou brando e calmo.&lt;br /&gt;A tarde anuncia sua chegada.&lt;br /&gt;a noite chegou,com sua sinfonia e magia.&lt;br /&gt;Vem embalado a brisa,&lt;br /&gt;que canta, a melodia da simplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Como criança, sente vontade,&lt;br /&gt;de ser acariciada,e ser amada.&lt;br /&gt;A noite acaricia toda uma vida;&lt;br /&gt;cheia de fantasia,&lt;br /&gt;a noite passa, é uma criança;&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca cresce, nem envelhece.&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-5255144843484920119?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5255144843484920119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=5255144843484920119' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/5255144843484920119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/5255144843484920119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-entardecer.html' title='O entardecer...'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SoZGVCaqquI/AAAAAAAAAwo/cgtyRNlrNWg/s72-c/sexypretobranco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-6261248440643563357</id><published>2009-08-13T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='louco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imenso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>IMENSO AMOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SoSS2lG6IXI/AAAAAAAAAwY/BNQxTncG_qE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369578122104152434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SoSS2lG6IXI/AAAAAAAAAwY/BNQxTncG_qE/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;IMENSO AMOR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu louco amor&lt;br /&gt;não sabe usar a razão.&lt;br /&gt;E sem compaixão sofre,&lt;br /&gt;e não resiste á cada emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Vivi em contemplação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor, é caçador de ilusões,&lt;br /&gt;sem autocontrole, tem sempre alterações.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre mergulha nas cenas.&lt;br /&gt;É puro perfume, gardênia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! O meu louco amor.&lt;br /&gt;É amor confesso, amor travesso.&lt;br /&gt;Amor sem endereço, só versos.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é meu reverso, meu avesso.&lt;br /&gt;Meu universo, infinitos versos.&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/08/0914: 21h27min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-6261248440643563357?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6261248440643563357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=6261248440643563357' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/6261248440643563357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/6261248440643563357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/imenso-amor.html' title='IMENSO AMOR...'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SoSS2lG6IXI/AAAAAAAAAwY/BNQxTncG_qE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-504689320808908106</id><published>2009-08-11T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>AFLOR DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SoHoNNB15PI/AAAAAAAAAwI/dk_6HVl_NKE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368827544335672562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SoHoNNB15PI/AAAAAAAAAwI/dk_6HVl_NKE/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFLOR DO AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor me pegou desprevenida.&lt;br /&gt;Flechando meu coração virou poesia.&lt;br /&gt;O amor fez-me usar toda paixão toda forma,&lt;br /&gt;de chamar sua atenção,&lt;br /&gt;Me doei ao amor, fui á conquista.&lt;br /&gt;Apertei os laços,estreitei em meus braço,&lt;br /&gt;permitir ao amor,toda fantasia e magia.&lt;br /&gt;Usei a pratica infalível,deixei o amor descontrolado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor impregnou no meu sangue.&lt;br /&gt;me vestir com requinte, fui bem transparente,&lt;br /&gt;deixei o amor arder de paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Com olhar de faminto inquieto, sentir o desejo chegando.&lt;br /&gt;E meio descuidada,fingir que não notava,a fúria do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Pacientemente,deixei o amor arder, em chamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor permitiu toda emoção, todo encanto.&lt;br /&gt;O olhar do amor solicitava toda uma aventura.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda em descaso,beijei bem nos lábios molhados,&lt;br /&gt;e possei em passos leves,com uma melodia da fúria.&lt;br /&gt;beijei tua boca em uma ânsia louca,e sem piedade,&lt;br /&gt;a flor abriu-se ao amor, beijar a sua flor.&lt;br /&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;14/03/09 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-504689320808908106?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/504689320808908106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=504689320808908106' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/504689320808908106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/504689320808908106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/aflor-do-amor.html' title='AFLOR DO AMOR'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SoHoNNB15PI/AAAAAAAAAwI/dk_6HVl_NKE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-1291891925265198721</id><published>2009-08-08T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laços coração paixão'/><title type='text'>Pai de verdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sn5NgoiPrfI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xvd-PKdemsU/s1600-h/Pai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367813028904414706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sn5NgoiPrfI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xvd-PKdemsU/s320/Pai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pai de verdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração e braços fortes.&lt;br /&gt;Grande amor e afinidade&lt;br /&gt;Onde refleti-me, ilumina-me.&lt;br /&gt;Passaporte da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Voz que não cala, não cansa,&lt;br /&gt;Laços que não desfaz, uma aliança.&lt;br /&gt;Pai amigo...&lt;br /&gt;Teu amor é gigante&lt;br /&gt;O teu colo, tem calor abundante.&lt;br /&gt;Tuas palavras, meu aprendizado.&lt;br /&gt;Teu olhar, uma chama confiante.&lt;br /&gt;Minhas lágrimas, tuas lágimas.&lt;br /&gt;Assim deveriam ser, todos os pais...&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(direitos reservados á autora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08/08/0923:19:26......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-1291891925265198721?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1291891925265198721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=1291891925265198721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/1291891925265198721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/1291891925265198721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/pai-de-verdade.html' title='Pai de verdade...'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sn5NgoiPrfI/AAAAAAAAAwA/xvd-PKdemsU/s72-c/Pai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-4752137642917094225</id><published>2009-08-02T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renúncia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>A tua renúncia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SnZbNP5jzpI/AAAAAAAAAv4/iikTAj_incc/s1600-h/mmmm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365576289222905490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SnZbNP5jzpI/AAAAAAAAAv4/iikTAj_incc/s320/mmmm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A tua renúncia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a saudade bater no teu coração,&lt;br /&gt;chamarás o meu nome, sentirás saudades.&lt;br /&gt;E sedento de paixão, sentirás tantas emoções,&lt;br /&gt;e perdido no teu silêncio abrasador, não resistirás,&lt;br /&gt;a solidão, pois desafiastes o amor,meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a primavera chegar no teu jardim,&lt;br /&gt;o perfume das flores, embriagarás teu coração,&lt;br /&gt;e comovido teu olhar perdido, na imensidão,&lt;br /&gt;me procurarás, não me acharás nunca mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nas noites frias, teu corpo frio também ficar,&lt;br /&gt;eu vou estar linda em tua mente, porem distante.&lt;br /&gt;E cada lembrança minha, será lacrada, pois sentirás,&lt;br /&gt;tão perdido, dentro do teu próprio mundo isolado.&lt;br /&gt;Quando quiseres o meu consolo,tarde será...&lt;br /&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;direitos reservados a autora&lt;br /&gt;28/04/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-4752137642917094225?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4752137642917094225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=4752137642917094225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/4752137642917094225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/4752137642917094225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/08/tua-renuncia.html' title='A tua renúncia'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SnZbNP5jzpI/AAAAAAAAAv4/iikTAj_incc/s72-c/mmmm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-467890615340460567</id><published>2009-07-29T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inesqueciveis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nossos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>NOSSOS MOMENTOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SnCDe4VJk8I/AAAAAAAAAvw/c7Vd4OM_RIw/s1600-h/casal101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363931722738668482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SnCDe4VJk8I/AAAAAAAAAvw/c7Vd4OM_RIw/s320/casal101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOSSOS MOMENTOS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos inesquecíveis&lt;br /&gt;são guardados e sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;São lembrados e engavetados.&lt;br /&gt;Me contagia, me traz alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto a magia do teu olhar;&lt;br /&gt;Abrindo a fresta da janela do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Colorindo a mente, da luz do luar.&lt;br /&gt;Mostra cada paisagem, cada encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos ardentes, recantos celestiais.&lt;br /&gt;Revelando-se amor contaste, ardente.&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais foi como antes.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se tornou romântico.&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar me desconsertou.&lt;br /&gt;E naquele instante, consolidou o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo transformou, em forte emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(todos os direitos á autora.)&lt;br /&gt;29/07/0912: 46h28min&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-467890615340460567?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/467890615340460567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=467890615340460567' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/467890615340460567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/467890615340460567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/nossos-momentos.html' title='NOSSOS MOMENTOS...'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SnCDe4VJk8I/AAAAAAAAAvw/c7Vd4OM_RIw/s72-c/casal101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-7450158241892735666</id><published>2009-07-27T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='munha  oração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saúde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>A minha oração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sm5hXF0nwHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/wStkGEgZQ2s/s1600-h/casal_idoso.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363331255572611186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sm5hXF0nwHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/wStkGEgZQ2s/s320/casal_idoso.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A MINHA ORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha oração, é pela nossa saúde.&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida, pelos laços do nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;Pela nossa idade, velhice permitida.&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo isso, nos for consentido por Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero pensar, no que nos resta no presente.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, eu quero sentir toda emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Amando-te sem sessar, cada momento, aproveitar.&lt;br /&gt;Do passado, quero lembrar, com amor.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a minha face adormecer pelo tempo,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo pra você, também irá passar.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim, serás jovem para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei a tua eterna menina.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o amor puro, viver em mim, em ti.&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma, deixar sentir a emoção,&lt;br /&gt;Da chama que alimenta “alma de um homem,&lt;br /&gt; E uma mulher.&lt;br /&gt;E a velhice, naturalmente nos absolver,&lt;br /&gt;Equilíbrio, eu tiver pra andar.&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos, mesmo trêmulas, eu conseguir,&lt;br /&gt;Poucas linhas digitar,&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor por ti, poder expressar,&lt;br /&gt;Com o meu mesmo olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim, estarei feliz, em ter você comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;Direitos reservados á autora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-7450158241892735666?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7450158241892735666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=7450158241892735666' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7450158241892735666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7450158241892735666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/minha-oracao.html' title='A minha oração'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sm5hXF0nwHI/AAAAAAAAAvo/wStkGEgZQ2s/s72-c/casal_idoso.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-2487470200424774216</id><published>2009-07-27T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laços coração paixão me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>OS LAÇOS DO AMOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sm3sfDZaA6I/AAAAAAAAAvg/x-BVlwJm7XE/s1600-h/Nd.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363202749500097442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sm3sfDZaA6I/AAAAAAAAAvg/x-BVlwJm7XE/s320/Nd.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OS LAÇOS DO AMOR...&lt;br /&gt;Deixe eu tocar em teu coração,&lt;br /&gt;com sentimento e paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Me prender em teus braços,&lt;br /&gt;apertar os laços da nossa união.&lt;br /&gt;E ao teu lado me sentir desejada.&lt;br /&gt;Com desenvoltura, teus lábios beijar,&lt;br /&gt;e cheio de desejo, sentirás toda emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sentirei aventura, de ser tua açaflor.&lt;br /&gt;Criarei asas, viajarei em teus caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;Acalentando envolver-te de carinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Ao flechar o teu coração,&lt;br /&gt;balbuciarás palavras guardadas;&lt;br /&gt;Aconchegada na moldura da tua cor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com flor delicada, por ti serei amada.&lt;br /&gt;Autora :Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/07/0927/07/09 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-2487470200424774216?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2487470200424774216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=2487470200424774216' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/2487470200424774216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/2487470200424774216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-lacos-do-amor.html' title='OS LAÇOS DO AMOR...'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sm3sfDZaA6I/AAAAAAAAAvg/x-BVlwJm7XE/s72-c/Nd.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-5213925722233083062</id><published>2009-07-27T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>Amor Regrado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sm25jHX3vBI/AAAAAAAAAvY/BrDih6R94CU/s1600-h/11901100_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363146744193858578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sm25jHX3vBI/AAAAAAAAAvY/BrDih6R94CU/s320/11901100_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Amor Regrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrasta-se depressa os dias da semana...&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia é diferente na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Minhas rotinas ampliam meus horizontes,&lt;br /&gt;organizando o ritmo dos meus passos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrasta-se o pacto de amor, feito um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Que me impulsiona pensar se você é real!&lt;br /&gt;Arrancando-me profundas lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;Que já mais quero esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrasta-se a distância, cada dia mais,&lt;br /&gt;Triplica esse amor regrado e condenado.&lt;br /&gt;Que impulsiona, dentro de mim, de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Aparentemente forte, mais intranqüilo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrasta-se eu, você, brincando de namorados,&lt;br /&gt;Como duas crianças, somos cão e gato.&lt;br /&gt;Mas refletindo bem, fingimos nada entender...&lt;br /&gt;E sem limites, agonizamos por esse estranho amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;Direitos reservados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-5213925722233083062?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5213925722233083062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=5213925722233083062' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/5213925722233083062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/5213925722233083062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-regrado.html' title='Amor Regrado'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sm25jHX3vBI/AAAAAAAAAvY/BrDih6R94CU/s72-c/11901100_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-6943208299797042198</id><published>2009-07-25T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palavras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escravizando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='força'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mente'/><title type='text'>A força Da Palavra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SmtA1QkfEdI/AAAAAAAAAvI/76gK5LZSd2s/s1600-h/11901060_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362451065039950290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SmtA1QkfEdI/AAAAAAAAAvI/76gK5LZSd2s/s320/11901060_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A força Da Palavra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que uma palavra saia da tua boca,&lt;br /&gt;com ódio escravizando a tua mente.&lt;br /&gt;Quando sai da boca na hora da raiva,&lt;br /&gt;Transforma-se em veneno.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes, as palavras duras,&lt;br /&gt;sem dimensões, magoa ferindo,&lt;br /&gt;coração, de quem mais amamos.&lt;br /&gt;Faz uma ferida, é difícil cicatrizar.&lt;br /&gt;As palavras carinhosas, são sempre bem vindas;&lt;br /&gt;Dá forca nunca é esquecida.&lt;br /&gt;Dá animo a quem precisa.&lt;br /&gt;Multiplicam os laços das famílias.&lt;br /&gt;As palavras abençoadas, só faz bem “alma&lt;br /&gt;Expulsa o mal,engrandece a mente,&lt;br /&gt;Gente de corações mais carente.&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;direitos reservados&lt;br /&gt;01/02/09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-6943208299797042198?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6943208299797042198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=6943208299797042198' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/6943208299797042198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/6943208299797042198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/forca-da-palavra.html' title='A força Da Palavra'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SmtA1QkfEdI/AAAAAAAAAvI/76gK5LZSd2s/s72-c/11901060_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-2408230632836973088</id><published>2009-07-25T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebeldia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>Amor antigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sms-24_fjlI/AAAAAAAAAvA/kIAcMJ4GC1o/s1600-h/11901111_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362448894047260242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sms-24_fjlI/AAAAAAAAAvA/kIAcMJ4GC1o/s320/11901111_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Amor antigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vim com rebeldia&lt;br /&gt;nem com revolta;&lt;br /&gt;vim só por juramento&lt;br /&gt;feito há anos trás.&lt;br /&gt;Vim na paz no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;absoluto e calada;&lt;br /&gt;Vim soluçar o meu pranto,&lt;br /&gt;inaliável murmúrio;&lt;br /&gt;vago a suspirar,&lt;br /&gt;por te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Autora;Marina nunes&lt;br /&gt;direitos reservados&lt;br /&gt;11/03/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-2408230632836973088?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2408230632836973088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=2408230632836973088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/2408230632836973088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/2408230632836973088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-antigo.html' title='Amor antigo'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sms-24_fjlI/AAAAAAAAAvA/kIAcMJ4GC1o/s72-c/11901111_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-9148774555074966597</id><published>2009-07-25T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sofrida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obscuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>Amor obscuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sms90qzqRQI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YoyR4PIaXjs/s1600-h/11901014_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362447756368168194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sms90qzqRQI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YoyR4PIaXjs/s320/11901014_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor obscuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão sofrida da vida, falta o amor.&lt;br /&gt;A carência é contínua, existe muita solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Existem pessoas sozinhas,querendo um amor,&lt;br /&gt;cair nos braços de um alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é o sentimento cristalino verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se deve machucar um coração carente,&lt;br /&gt;nunca dizer eu te amo! atiçar a chama,&lt;br /&gt;de uma pessoa solitária, com inverdades.&lt;br /&gt;Saiba separar,o amor espiritual e carnal.&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor é reciproco, alimenta “alma.&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;direitos reservados á autora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/04/09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-9148774555074966597?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/9148774555074966597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=9148774555074966597' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/9148774555074966597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/9148774555074966597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-obscuro.html' title='Amor obscuro'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sms90qzqRQI/AAAAAAAAAu4/YoyR4PIaXjs/s72-c/11901014_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-3371774432198820406</id><published>2009-07-23T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:09:31.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfeição'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>DEUS, TODA PERFEIÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SmkLXc-BZAI/AAAAAAAAAuI/51kaa7GgN08/s1600-h/5b61d64574401cbd7ff4b6b497b21b17_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361829328902513666" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SmkLXc-BZAI/AAAAAAAAAuI/51kaa7GgN08/s320/5b61d64574401cbd7ff4b6b497b21b17_web.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 212px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;DEUS, TODA PERFEIÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo é como pensamos,&lt;br /&gt;Nem como queremos que seja.&lt;br /&gt;E nem sempre estamos certos,&lt;br /&gt;E antecipamos as nossas vontades.&lt;br /&gt;E acreditamos, só nas nossas verdades;&lt;br /&gt;Não enxergarmos os nossos defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;Pois sabemos, que ninguém é perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;A imperfeição, está na Terra.&lt;br /&gt;A perfeição, é cristalina.&lt;br /&gt;Está na natureza divina.&lt;br /&gt;É pura, isenta de malícia.&lt;br /&gt;É claro, e evidente,&lt;br /&gt;Que só existe um ser perfeito;&lt;br /&gt;DEUS.&lt;br /&gt;Na Terra, nada foi comprovado.&lt;br /&gt;A perfeição do homem,&lt;br /&gt;Que veio para ser lapidado.&lt;br /&gt;E não foi comprovado,&lt;br /&gt;Um outro Deus, perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;Direitos reservados á autora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-3371774432198820406?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3371774432198820406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=3371774432198820406' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3371774432198820406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3371774432198820406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/deus-toda-perfeicao.html' title='DEUS, TODA PERFEIÇÃO'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SmkLXc-BZAI/AAAAAAAAAuI/51kaa7GgN08/s72-c/5b61d64574401cbd7ff4b6b497b21b17_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-314679619695680702</id><published>2009-07-21T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loucura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ferida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>Doce Loucura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SmZlctDP-7I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/kIOB7rHPiYY/s1600-h/678366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361083950235122610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SmZlctDP-7I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/kIOB7rHPiYY/s320/678366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Doce, Loucura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há loucura, há um bicho,&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de cada um de nós,&lt;br /&gt;Que não tem explicação!&lt;br /&gt;De tamanha proporção;&lt;br /&gt;Deve machucar a ferida.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez até, precisa de prece.&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo, é bandida.&lt;br /&gt;É loucura, sem explicação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um pouco de tudo em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Da ira, que não transparece;&lt;br /&gt;Do amargo, que ficou da dor;&lt;br /&gt;Das palavras, que me convence;&lt;br /&gt;Das mentiras, que ficaram guardadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma parte em mim, transparente.&lt;br /&gt;Mora na profundidade do íntimo.&lt;br /&gt;Cobre toda a minha imperfeição.&lt;br /&gt;Transforma toda essa grande loucura,&lt;br /&gt;Em doce experiência, é uma penitência!&lt;br /&gt;Me aceitar assim, me conhecer, a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;Autora :Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(direitos reservados)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/07/0914:44:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-314679619695680702?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/314679619695680702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=314679619695680702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/314679619695680702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/314679619695680702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/doce-loucura.html' title='Doce Loucura...'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SmZlctDP-7I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/kIOB7rHPiYY/s72-c/678366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-2444543407449417865</id><published>2009-07-21T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olhar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tudo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>TUDO DE MIM....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SmZkvygXbgI/AAAAAAAAAtA/8W05OHvh_iI/s1600-h/Love_Letter_by_BenF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361083178605309442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SmZkvygXbgI/AAAAAAAAAtA/8W05OHvh_iI/s320/Love_Letter_by_BenF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUDO DE MIM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui mulher amante&lt;br /&gt;delicada emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Se meu amor foi intenso pra ti,&lt;br /&gt;sem perceber deixei o amor,&lt;br /&gt;prevalecer nascer em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Do teu olhar fiz o meu reflexo,&lt;br /&gt;do teu corpo a minha luz.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo transformou em amor.&lt;br /&gt;Virou pura emoção, da paixão,&lt;br /&gt;virou amor doador...&lt;br /&gt;Se for pra viver longe de mim,&lt;br /&gt;sentir o teu olhar distante,&lt;br /&gt;mato o amor, prefiro a dor,&lt;br /&gt;dentro do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Se devo controlar a minha saudade,&lt;br /&gt;calar, não falar do passado.&lt;br /&gt;Então prefiro a solidão.&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer esquecer , essa ilusão...&lt;br /&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;direitos reservados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21/07/0917:36:50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-2444543407449417865?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2444543407449417865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=2444543407449417865' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/2444543407449417865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/2444543407449417865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/tudo-de-mim.html' title='TUDO DE MIM....'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SmZkvygXbgI/AAAAAAAAAtA/8W05OHvh_iI/s72-c/Love_Letter_by_BenF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-8514071259609700744</id><published>2009-07-19T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espumante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor vinho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijo'/><title type='text'>AMOR E VINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SmPwtNwIwLI/AAAAAAAAArY/GQDXvpGPMDA/s1600-h/82365995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360392641077362866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SmPwtNwIwLI/AAAAAAAAArY/GQDXvpGPMDA/s320/82365995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;AMOR E VINHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor com gosto de beijo gelado.&lt;br /&gt;Amor e vinho refrescante, espumante.&lt;br /&gt;Amor e perfume, lindo tango, toda paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Amor colados, atiçam perdem-se.&lt;br /&gt;Amor com passos suaves, largos e ousados.&lt;br /&gt;Amor que esquenta a chama da paixão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor no sonho, amor na sombra da melodia da noite.&lt;br /&gt;Amor na ânsia que aquece, cada contato no ato.&lt;br /&gt;Amor e beijos trocados, loucuras, hilariantes risos.&lt;br /&gt;Amor cobiça, corpos entrelaçados molhados.&lt;br /&gt;Amor que inflama, embriaga com vinho e beijos...&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;Direitos Reservados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06/01/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-8514071259609700744?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8514071259609700744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=8514071259609700744' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/8514071259609700744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/8514071259609700744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-e-vinho.html' title='AMOR E VINHO'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SmPwtNwIwLI/AAAAAAAAArY/GQDXvpGPMDA/s72-c/82365995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-27717657202051215</id><published>2009-07-16T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poética'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>LUA E EU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sl-hPvO-VPI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jHcFhEKek9g/s1600-h/umolhar.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359179373343560946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sl-hPvO-VPI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jHcFhEKek9g/s320/umolhar.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;LUA E EU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergulho no profundo, do amor poético.&lt;br /&gt;Patética cena forte, a lua contempla.&lt;br /&gt;Cena de amor, de um certo alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Enciumada a lua apaixonada, clama implora,&lt;br /&gt;por um amor também.&lt;br /&gt;Assim a noite foi caminhado,&lt;br /&gt;O amor da lua,não lhe ouviu.&lt;br /&gt;A lua cheia de maldade, virou a noite,&lt;br /&gt;com sua luz singela e frágil.&lt;br /&gt;E sem saber ,como amar também,&lt;br /&gt;permaneceu acordada até o amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Mais antes de se recolher, fez uma bruxaria,&lt;br /&gt;muito forte,já mais será desfeita!&lt;br /&gt;Enfeitiçando e condenado a mente do poeta,&lt;br /&gt;que imortalizou,deixou que o amor tatuasse,&lt;br /&gt;em suas entranhas,&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo do amor sua grande inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;Direitos da autora&lt;br /&gt;14/03/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-27717657202051215?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/27717657202051215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=27717657202051215' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/27717657202051215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/27717657202051215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/lua-e-eu.html' title='LUA E EU'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sl-hPvO-VPI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jHcFhEKek9g/s72-c/umolhar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-8658564047067956145</id><published>2009-07-16T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:12:14.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prazer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A felicidade'/><title type='text'>A fonte do prazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sl-gL94xxwI/AAAAAAAAArI/8923zkvcEPQ/s1600-h/Rendezvous__Passion_by_ammartinez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359178209045890818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sl-gL94xxwI/AAAAAAAAArI/8923zkvcEPQ/s320/Rendezvous__Passion_by_ammartinez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A fonte do prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua boca perfeita fonte do meu prazer...&lt;br /&gt;O teu beijo ardente, semente fértil...&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo que me aquece, é tão intenso!&lt;br /&gt;Teu aroma, é perfume marcante...&lt;br /&gt;Tem sabor de mel, brisa fresca...&lt;br /&gt;Que desnuda minha boca...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Esse amor devotado, é um caso sério!&lt;br /&gt;É como beija-flor dominador...&lt;br /&gt;Alimenta-se do mais fino néctar...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Tuas mãos, benditas mãos delicadas...&lt;br /&gt;Que deslizam atrevidas e procuram,&lt;br /&gt;na delicadeza do cetim,minha pele nua,&lt;br /&gt;que alimenta a tua , a minha umedecida sede...&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;Direitos Reservados&lt;br /&gt;23/12/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-8658564047067956145?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8658564047067956145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=8658564047067956145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/8658564047067956145'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-3746583601851216092</id><published>2009-07-16T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:43:44.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sozinha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sofrer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andorinha'/><title type='text'>Aprendendo a viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sl-eqRK939I/AAAAAAAAArA/Pv03QT7Arkk/s1600-h/bd70af97ab04d10bdccfb513a29f1e5c_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359176530595274706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sl-eqRK939I/AAAAAAAAArA/Pv03QT7Arkk/s320/bd70af97ab04d10bdccfb513a29f1e5c_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo a viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me sinto sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;tento não sofrer por ti...&lt;br /&gt;Adormecer me fortalecer,&lt;br /&gt;apagar a dor recente...&lt;br /&gt;Apender a viver&lt;br /&gt;sem teu amanhecer...&lt;br /&gt;E como uma andorinha&lt;br /&gt;vivo sem ninho,sem você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje meu olhar perdeu a cor&lt;br /&gt;um frio abrasador se apossou,&lt;br /&gt;espezinhando meu viver...&lt;br /&gt;Ás lágimas percorrem&lt;br /&gt;fazem trilhas, marcaram passos&lt;br /&gt;de tudo que fala de você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje meu silêncio foi maior&lt;br /&gt;como um caçador da minha dor,&lt;br /&gt;não quer me abandonar,&lt;br /&gt;que ser o meu acobertou...&lt;br /&gt;Quer me acoitar na chama da dor...&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;direitos reservados á autora.&lt;br /&gt;16/07/0913:29:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-3746583601851216092?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3746583601851216092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=3746583601851216092' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3746583601851216092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3746583601851216092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/aprendendo-viver.html' title='Aprendendo a viver'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sl-eqRK939I/AAAAAAAAArA/Pv03QT7Arkk/s72-c/bd70af97ab04d10bdccfb513a29f1e5c_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-3258522782202934221</id><published>2009-07-15T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:03:46.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina Nunes Brito e Suas Músicas preferidas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dizzler.com/player/pod.swf" width="500" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SlydsIsEGAI/AAAAAAAAAqw/775AJBpFSHQ/s320/l70.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;PROFUNDO AMOR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero esquecer teu nome,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo perto ou longe do meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver cada segundo toda emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Quero permanecer em diversos versos teus.&lt;br /&gt;Usufruindo e dividindo cada espaço vazio de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o teu corpo quente presente em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Aliviar o coração,me fartar da tua tentação.&lt;br /&gt;Deixar fluir nossos sentimentos delicados.&lt;br /&gt;Ficar lado a lado,contemplando nosso amor.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir cada afago acumulado, da paixão.&lt;br /&gt;Aurora:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;todos os direitos revesados á autora&lt;br /&gt;13/07/0914:36:29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SlyJrQ1NRDI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Sgzjn_ZJdT8/s320/6t2rtzn.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu eu&lt;br /&gt;Mergulho no meu subconsciente,&lt;br /&gt;encontro espaços vazios.&lt;br /&gt;Esperando pra ser preenchidos,&lt;br /&gt;por tarefas minhas não realizadas.&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05/07/0917:04:00 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-2483752527973593768?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2483752527973593768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;tenho sonhos ,ofegantes cenários.&lt;br /&gt;Garimpando na fonte da magia,&lt;br /&gt;encontro lindos vestuário raros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha fragilidade latente,&lt;br /&gt;ainda vivo a nostalgia passada.&lt;br /&gt;Procurando na melodia o amor,&lt;br /&gt;vejo cenas, perfis,perfumes, glamour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borbulho na emoção do sonho,&lt;br /&gt;entro em compulsão, em compôr.&lt;br /&gt;E consciente sinto nas letrinhas,&lt;br /&gt;uma forte atração em ressaltar.&lt;br /&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(Direitos reservados á autora )&lt;br /&gt;11/07/0918:30:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-5499967675864769353?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SllBpH5Y1KI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Xgpx1-WuyCI/s72-c/0924-dita-von-teese-nails_bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-7119749695963591037</id><published>2009-07-09T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:24:32.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lembranças'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>A Tua Sombra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SlZfqrAoKSI/AAAAAAAAApE/fM2Z-aHoMPY/s1600-h/1l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356573993508284706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SlZfqrAoKSI/AAAAAAAAApE/fM2Z-aHoMPY/s320/1l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A Tua Sombra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me visto das tuas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;perdida não encontro palavras,&lt;br /&gt;que defina minha dor de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas mãos algo tão precioso&lt;br /&gt;que guardo com muito cuidado,&lt;br /&gt;são segredos de um grande amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida e sem esperanças,&lt;br /&gt;condenada vivo das lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;choro á tua distancia&lt;br /&gt;escutando a nossa melodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada espaço o seu rastro.&lt;br /&gt;No vazio me vejo em teu braços.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades mim invade.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de cada espaço,&lt;br /&gt;das flores que você plantou.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades que me rói “ alma.&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(direitos reservados á autora)&lt;br /&gt;09/07/0914:56:23&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-7119749695963591037?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7119749695963591037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=7119749695963591037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7119749695963591037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7119749695963591037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/tua-sombra.html' title='A Tua Sombra'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SlZfqrAoKSI/AAAAAAAAApE/fM2Z-aHoMPY/s72-c/1l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-3302821979181487193</id><published>2009-07-07T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:07:04.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SlQbT7NxbjI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CU6hxbpVKEM/s1600-h/untitlednnn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355935885977284146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SlQbT7NxbjI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CU6hxbpVKEM/s320/untitlednnn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Um a deus com nome de saudades.&lt;br /&gt;Uma saudade jamais preenchida&lt;br /&gt;Uma imagem que nunca será esquecida.&lt;br /&gt;Um espaço vazio,que ficou na memória&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz que transformou em um eco.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração que chora calado.&lt;br /&gt;Um rei que não sabia, o quanto era amado.&lt;br /&gt;O meu adeus á Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(direitos reservados á autora)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SlQbT7NxbjI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CU6hxbpVKEM/s72-c/untitlednnn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-2113090265223763856</id><published>2009-07-06T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:09:27.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Tão Sonhado Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SlJn7NH7eCI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1Fx9XsDJkXA/s1600-h/177cdba6837c53bf08dfe33191a57f1b_web.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355457173729802274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SlJn7NH7eCI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1Fx9XsDJkXA/s320/177cdba6837c53bf08dfe33191a57f1b_web.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Meu Tão Sonhado Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi no tão sonhado instante&lt;br /&gt;vi no teu rosto tão vibrante,&lt;br /&gt;a felicidade triunfante,&lt;br /&gt;que conquistou o meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Foi numa batalha uma ventura,&lt;br /&gt;que um dia, tu seria um vencedor.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a felicidade é uma pintura flor.&lt;br /&gt;Que transformou o nosso amor,&lt;br /&gt;em amor abrasador.&lt;br /&gt;Tu és amor abençoado, amor acolhedor.&lt;br /&gt;Tu és o meu tão sublime amor.&lt;br /&gt;Aurora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(direitos reservados á autora)&lt;br /&gt;06/07/0914:35:03 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sk7ei8ZqPII/AAAAAAAAAng/zije_Fc9O44/s320/30b3d83bf491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras ao vento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro na solidão esquecer você.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda agitado procuro álibi.&lt;br /&gt;Pra entender sua forma de amar.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro fazer o impossível,&lt;br /&gt;e conviver com o espaço vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Os espinhos ainda machucam.&lt;br /&gt;Me faz prisioneira de uma falsa confissão.&lt;br /&gt;De uma amor que nunca existiu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas teimou insistiu em falar de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amor que de você,nunca existiu.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfazendo o seu capricho partiu.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro nas minhas madrugadas,&lt;br /&gt;viver sem você,a enxergar toda ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;da ironia que envolveu o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um alguém, que me faça reviver,&lt;br /&gt;secar cada lagrima,apagar suas voz.&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;Todos os direitos reservados, á autora&lt;br /&gt;04/07/0901:33:56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-2303488969973671233?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2303488969973671233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=2303488969973671233' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/2303488969973671233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/2303488969973671233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sk6qdo79R1I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/QhAXLCIAwi8/s1600-h/667eda159dff752578fda0592c7a0b54_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354404433171924818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sk6qdo79R1I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/QhAXLCIAwi8/s320/667eda159dff752578fda0592c7a0b54_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Plenitude da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a vida e sua plenitude passar por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Vou transformando caminhos incertos,&lt;br /&gt;de pedregulhos, em caminhos de pedras polidas.&lt;br /&gt;E agradeço a deus, pelas falhas cometidas.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço tudo que a mim foi estabelecida.&lt;br /&gt;Assim vou regando a terra já esquecida,&lt;br /&gt;e transformando em terra fértil, aquecida.&lt;br /&gt;Vou retocando as falhas abertas da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(Direitos reservado á autora)&lt;br /&gt;01/07/09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-1663027639724190808?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1663027639724190808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=1663027639724190808' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/1663027639724190808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/1663027639724190808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3231480572635001014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/07/marina-nunes-arte-poesia.html' title='Marina Nunes Arte &amp; Poesia'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-5990239154996544594</id><published>2009-06-30T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:44:14.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Tempestivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Skq_VmdhWfI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ay2KFd12Epk/s1600-h/0757d5448ce8b8ebac66ba5680e4089a_web.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353301484905781746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Skq_VmdhWfI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ay2KFd12Epk/s320/0757d5448ce8b8ebac66ba5680e4089a_web.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Amor Tempestivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor intenso é o seu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Que não me pertence.&lt;br /&gt;Amor censurável silencioso.&lt;br /&gt;Amor frágil som de dor.&lt;br /&gt;Amor até compreensível.&lt;br /&gt;Horas manso panificador.&lt;br /&gt;Esse categórico fiel amor.&lt;br /&gt;Diz ser amor definido e preciso.&lt;br /&gt;Fala de um solido amor.&lt;br /&gt;Até creio no teu estranho amor.&lt;br /&gt;Resistirá a toda prova o teu amor?&lt;br /&gt;Amor que me deixa confusa&lt;br /&gt;Fustiga me faz fugir pra longe.&lt;br /&gt;Por não saber dividir o meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;direitos reservados&lt;br /&gt;30/06/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-5990239154996544594?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5990239154996544594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=5990239154996544594' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/5990239154996544594'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-8819860192542961106</id><published>2009-06-17T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:32:50.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outono'/><title type='text'>SONHAR COM VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sk-SOn5xY7I/AAAAAAAAAno/t0GsfDA08PA/s1600-h/121116815388080LLL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354659261893927858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sk-SOn5xY7I/AAAAAAAAAno/t0GsfDA08PA/s320/121116815388080LLL.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONHAR COM VOCÊ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é bailar em teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Molhar no teu suor desejado.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o aroma que exala de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é sentir as batidas do teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir tuas acaricia, permitir&lt;br /&gt;teus doces beijos, tuas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Me cobrir com teus ternos abraços.&lt;br /&gt;Estreitar em teu laço de amante.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhas é afagar teus olhos ternos,&lt;br /&gt;dizer palavras mágicas de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Me cobrir com o lençol da tua pele.&lt;br /&gt;Adormecer sentido teu calor.&lt;br /&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;Direitos Reservados á Autora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17/06/09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-8819860192542961106?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8819860192542961106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grito no vazio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse grito abafado mora ’alma&lt;br /&gt;esconde-se dentro do coração,&lt;br /&gt;fere estremeci pedi socorro,&lt;br /&gt;corre em busca de ajuda,de uma mão forte.&lt;br /&gt;Tantos são os desejos, vontade de viver...&lt;br /&gt;Que chora sangra sem parar...&lt;br /&gt;Esse grito vai rolando,vai encontro mar...&lt;br /&gt;Sem rumo sem beira nem margem...&lt;br /&gt;Esse grito têm sensações doloridas,&lt;br /&gt;tem um eco profundo, mal de amor...&lt;br /&gt;É como o grito mórbido sofredor.&lt;br /&gt;Que chega sem aviso prévio...&lt;br /&gt;Sofre calado com dor da solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Quer desabafar,&lt;br /&gt;quer expulsar tudo que lhe condena,&lt;br /&gt;não perdoa, nem a si mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;Sem consegui caminhar, estalou-se,&lt;br /&gt;entre inicio, no fim, deu um nó...&lt;br /&gt;Emudeceu silenciou morreu...&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu a força sem eco, virou vazio...&lt;br /&gt;Por: Marina Nunes: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-3944753389533357787?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3944753389533357787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=3944753389533357787' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3944753389533357787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3944753389533357787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/grito-no-vazio.html' title='Grito no vazio'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjgg23rCdaI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GWr-sgfHdwc/s72-c/y1peoEDBxGGBMbVOLu9HEaPAOG-ygN7Wy_wCTYBOYHag7bgsg_Sl6LRv7vYxwCLFykpvGxmszJIykE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-3523590865669504118</id><published>2009-06-16T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:41:53.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dança Da Nuvem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgfibP8gzI/AAAAAAAAAjc/7ulgKrPjGAw/s1600-h/BRITO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348059233793114930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgfibP8gzI/AAAAAAAAAjc/7ulgKrPjGAw/s320/BRITO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Dança Da Nuvem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma nuvem esvoaça peregrinando,&lt;br /&gt;em deslocamento bailando no céu azul.&lt;br /&gt;Ela nunca adormece,nem pode aquietar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa nuvem move-se em trajeto,&lt;br /&gt;tem uma jornada de sofrimento, dança sem parar.&lt;br /&gt;Veste-se de fênix, na paz do silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas às nuvens, saem no vaivém das estações,&lt;br /&gt;aquecem bailam têm movimentos.&lt;br /&gt;E faz a dança do vento, usa toda regalia,&lt;br /&gt;impulsionando o tempo,vaga sem sessar.&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(direitos reservados das autora )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-3523590865669504118?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3523590865669504118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=3523590865669504118' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3523590865669504118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3523590865669504118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/danca-da-nuvem.html' title='A Dança Da Nuvem'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgfibP8gzI/AAAAAAAAAjc/7ulgKrPjGAw/s72-c/BRITO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-8179710460458772206</id><published>2009-06-16T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:39:17.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjge9m3uYWI/AAAAAAAAAjU/NTlpZmUuG-o/s1600-h/1381923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348058601257591138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjge9m3uYWI/AAAAAAAAAjU/NTlpZmUuG-o/s320/1381923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me arrependendo,&lt;br /&gt;nem por um segundo.&lt;br /&gt;Por te amar fazer sentir,&lt;br /&gt;todo força do meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Eu prendo-te na minha teia.&lt;br /&gt;Mergulho viro uma felina de unhas afiadas.&lt;br /&gt;Meu gemido tem eco.&lt;br /&gt;Sou trovão e penetro,&lt;br /&gt;no teu coração, uma espada,&lt;br /&gt;afiada não permito piedade&lt;br /&gt;nem apelo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou intensa sou faminta.&lt;br /&gt;Sou atriz por um triz viro,&lt;br /&gt;libertina.&lt;br /&gt;Essa é minha sina.&lt;br /&gt;Tão pequenina mulher&lt;br /&gt;cheia de simplicidade,&lt;br /&gt;mas sabe desfrutar&lt;br /&gt;tudo que a vida oferece.&lt;br /&gt;Palhaça e criança.&lt;br /&gt;Tem sentido tem vida.&lt;br /&gt;Vai desafinando acertando,&lt;br /&gt;têm suas horas de grandes&lt;br /&gt;Descobertas.&lt;br /&gt;Adora mistério.&lt;br /&gt;Usa tudo como inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;Tem amor fértil&lt;br /&gt;Poético comovedor&lt;br /&gt;Como libertina&lt;br /&gt;usa tolerância&lt;br /&gt;entrega-se ao amor.&lt;br /&gt;Sem hesitar adora beijar.&lt;br /&gt;E sente quando o amor,&lt;br /&gt;já não têm mais sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;E sofre calada,não se entrega,&lt;br /&gt;recomeça,volta á amar...&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-8179710460458772206?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjge9m3uYWI/AAAAAAAAAjU/NTlpZmUuG-o/s72-c/1381923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-2315628479294191050</id><published>2009-06-16T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:36:47.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantando Em Melodia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgeZvBnm4I/AAAAAAAAAjM/6vRnfmgx7HU/s1600-h/783979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348057984971283330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgeZvBnm4I/AAAAAAAAAjM/6vRnfmgx7HU/s320/783979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantando Em Melodia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musica prosa e poesia&lt;br /&gt;Regado à paixão fortifica&lt;br /&gt;“alma que sofre&lt;br /&gt;Transformando&lt;br /&gt;o amor em valsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor tem melodia.&lt;br /&gt;Em versos reversos.&lt;br /&gt;Nela busco inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Mente grande fabrica&lt;br /&gt;De imaginação emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que amar é sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Quem não ama não sente&lt;br /&gt;o amor bater forte.&lt;br /&gt;dentro da alma.&lt;br /&gt;Quem não ama&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe o gosto&lt;br /&gt;Do sofrer de amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor palavras mágica&lt;br /&gt;Cabe na poesia na melodia&lt;br /&gt;tem dissabor sabor doce&lt;br /&gt;Decifrando,&lt;br /&gt;o amor é tudo de bom.&lt;br /&gt;Uma serenata,regada,&lt;br /&gt;flores vinho paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero morrer de amor&lt;br /&gt;Quero beber da bebida&lt;br /&gt;em noite de frio sentir&lt;br /&gt;o amor me aquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais doido e louco,&lt;br /&gt;quero amor viver.&lt;br /&gt;Marina Nunes 17/06/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-2315628479294191050?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2315628479294191050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=2315628479294191050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/2315628479294191050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/2315628479294191050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/cantando-em-melodia.html' title='Cantando Em Melodia'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgeZvBnm4I/AAAAAAAAAjM/6vRnfmgx7HU/s72-c/783979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-4558650753611880472</id><published>2009-06-16T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:34:46.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UM SONHO MÁGICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjgd8S68W-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/VZPnOIREZqg/s1600-h/1360128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348057479210884066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjgd8S68W-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/VZPnOIREZqg/s320/1360128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;UM SONHO MÁGICO&lt;br /&gt;Saindo e flutuando sinto o corpo levitar&lt;br /&gt;Em harmonia como encanto&lt;br /&gt;Pego um pincel delicadamente,&lt;br /&gt;o que vem na cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;duas asas lindas e transparentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre às nuvens eu contraceno&lt;br /&gt;junto aos anjos, cantado e risos,&lt;br /&gt;coloridos, pintei sentindo êxtase no paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinada bebendo do néctar das flores,&lt;br /&gt;despreocupada, juntos fomos pintando matizando,&lt;br /&gt;lindos traços em arco- íris mesclandos corais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em puro paradisíaco eu flutuava.&lt;br /&gt;Já mais pintará uma paisagem tão bela.&lt;br /&gt;Radiante sentir-me gigante prodigiosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entusiasmada voando seguir caminho de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Uma viagem uma festa.&lt;br /&gt;Estava leve como um pássaro em alto vôo&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando ainda despertei orei a DEUS.&lt;br /&gt;Por: *Marina Nunes*10/08/02&lt;br /&gt;(todos os direitos reservados á autora)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-4558650753611880472?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4558650753611880472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=4558650753611880472' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/4558650753611880472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/4558650753611880472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-sonho-magico.html' title='UM SONHO MÁGICO'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjgd8S68W-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/VZPnOIREZqg/s72-c/1360128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-2271983625295202987</id><published>2009-06-16T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:32:44.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEI-ME UM TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgdXulP0zI/AAAAAAAAAi8/sy2hsJlHLRA/s1600-h/2mozi4h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348056850980918066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgdXulP0zI/AAAAAAAAAi8/sy2hsJlHLRA/s320/2mozi4h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEI-ME UM TEMPO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra me acostumar&lt;br /&gt;a viver sem você.&lt;br /&gt;Dei-me um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Pra chorar e sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha busca foi inútil&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor foi um grão de areia&lt;br /&gt;que ficou tão distante.&lt;br /&gt;Uma água corrente&lt;br /&gt;Corre em um ralo ficou&lt;br /&gt;sem chama,sem sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei-me o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Sem mentiras e dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem saudades e despedidas.&lt;br /&gt;Nada foi, nem será,&lt;br /&gt;como antes.&lt;br /&gt;Você mora na minha razão.&lt;br /&gt;Ás suas mãos também mora.&lt;br /&gt;Por:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;direitos reservados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-2271983625295202987?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2271983625295202987/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgdXulP0zI/AAAAAAAAAi8/sy2hsJlHLRA/s72-c/2mozi4h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-7548995908634648645</id><published>2009-06-16T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:29:31.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PACTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjgcr02miJI/AAAAAAAAAi0/HgjrZePKIn8/s1600-h/95m,.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348056096750078098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjgcr02miJI/AAAAAAAAAi0/HgjrZePKIn8/s320/95m,.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACTO&lt;br /&gt;Rasguei meu pacto de amor&lt;br /&gt;que um dia em promessas eu fiz.&lt;br /&gt;Desfolhei a tua rosa, presente teu.&lt;br /&gt;Que já não é a mesma rosa.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como eu, morreu secou.&lt;br /&gt;Rasguei tuas lembranças guardadas.&lt;br /&gt;Juntei pedaço do meu coração, colei,&lt;br /&gt;para refazer toda a dor, e recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;Tentar ser feliz com outro alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Jurei que nunca mais chorar,&lt;br /&gt;ah como me entreguei.&lt;br /&gt;Agora nada tem mais importância.&lt;br /&gt;Sofri também aprendi.&lt;br /&gt;O amor tem que ser “Recíproco,&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeiro”, não enganador.&lt;br /&gt;Agora minhas lágrimas secaram,&lt;br /&gt;E você já não é mais nada pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Estou curada, confortada adeus...&lt;br /&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(direitos reservados á autora)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-7548995908634648645?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7548995908634648645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=7548995908634648645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7548995908634648645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7548995908634648645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/pacto.html' title='PACTO'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjgcr02miJI/AAAAAAAAAi0/HgjrZePKIn8/s72-c/95m,.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-7513152235217250082</id><published>2009-06-16T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:26:57.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renovação interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjgb-OK2LqI/AAAAAAAAAis/0WWs61YVgss/s1600-h/83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348055313271893666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjgb-OK2LqI/AAAAAAAAAis/0WWs61YVgss/s320/83.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Renovação interior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procuro renovação interior.&lt;br /&gt;E nas minhas asas coloridas,&lt;br /&gt;farei um vôo até o infinito.&lt;br /&gt;E nessa viajem quero mais,&lt;br /&gt;sabedoria esperança amor e paz.&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma aprendiz na vida ainda!&lt;br /&gt;Quero estudar na escola do pai celestial.&lt;br /&gt;Quero um preparo especial.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ajudar aplicar na terra.&lt;br /&gt;Derramar o balsamo do amor,&lt;br /&gt;aos necessitados carentes,&lt;br /&gt;espiritualmente!&lt;br /&gt;E nessa escola quero aprender,&lt;br /&gt;com sábios professoreis,&lt;br /&gt;e poliglotas, que entenda,&lt;br /&gt;a linguagem dos homens da terra.&lt;br /&gt;E no meu retorno á terra,&lt;br /&gt;volto cheio de energias positivas.&lt;br /&gt;Farei uma apertura linda!&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo raros aromas flores.&lt;br /&gt;Que permitirá uma renovação,&lt;br /&gt;aos descrentes sofridos revoltados,&lt;br /&gt;sem paz espiritual, descrente,&lt;br /&gt;ainda sem fé, interior.&lt;br /&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;direitos reservados á autora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-7513152235217250082?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7513152235217250082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=7513152235217250082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7513152235217250082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7513152235217250082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/renovacao-interior.html' title='Renovação interior'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjgb-OK2LqI/AAAAAAAAAis/0WWs61YVgss/s72-c/83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-626037586057310378</id><published>2009-06-16T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:24:26.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas um sentimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgbfgLP8UI/AAAAAAAAAik/g3VTStOIbzs/s1600-h/1383400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348054785529475394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgbfgLP8UI/AAAAAAAAAik/g3VTStOIbzs/s320/1383400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas um sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu guardo na memória você.&lt;br /&gt;Toda caricia dita ao meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;A face do meu amor pequenino,&lt;br /&gt;estremece quer fugir, não quer te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu guardo na memória,&lt;br /&gt;palavra secreta guardada com cuidado,&lt;br /&gt;em caixa de cetim só pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;O amor têm tantas faces,&lt;br /&gt;desfaz em um segundo,&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho dento de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho todo sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;que está escondido&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mostrar.&lt;br /&gt;O rio que alimenta minha sede de amor,&lt;br /&gt;já não cabe de tanta dor.&lt;br /&gt;Pensativa vivo emotiva sem poder falar.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me distante desse amor que quer ficar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu guardo na memória cada palavra doce,&lt;br /&gt;recitada só pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas finjo não entender, quero esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Mando o amor partir não voltar...&lt;br /&gt;Autora ;Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;_direitos reservados_ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-626037586057310378?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/626037586057310378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=626037586057310378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/626037586057310378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/626037586057310378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/apenas-um-sentimento.html' title='Apenas um sentimento'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgbfgLP8UI/AAAAAAAAAik/g3VTStOIbzs/s72-c/1383400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-413818007340634382</id><published>2009-06-16T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:21:55.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem o tempo apagou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjga5IwP6kI/AAAAAAAAAic/DbdLBjfp_lA/s1600-h/505629PS-I-Love-You-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348054126407182914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjga5IwP6kI/AAAAAAAAAic/DbdLBjfp_lA/s320/505629PS-I-Love-You-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem o tempo apagou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar de amante&lt;br /&gt;não sinto o tempo passar.&lt;br /&gt;Com o olhar de ainda menino,&lt;br /&gt;me ama, me chama pra passear.&lt;br /&gt;Com o olhar de melodrama,&lt;br /&gt;me beija sou tua rainha.&lt;br /&gt;Com o teu perfume, me perco,&lt;br /&gt;me acho, só sinto prazer.&lt;br /&gt;No teu olhar me deito esqueço,&lt;br /&gt;dos anos que passou.&lt;br /&gt;E nesse olhar eu vivo e respiro,&lt;br /&gt;toda experiencia da paciência,&lt;br /&gt;de ser feliz, somos grandes atores,&lt;br /&gt;da vida, vivida de experiencias.&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;direitos reservados&lt;br /&gt;31/05/09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-413818007340634382?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/413818007340634382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=413818007340634382' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/413818007340634382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/413818007340634382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/nem-o-tempo-apagou.html' title='Nem o tempo apagou'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/Sjga5IwP6kI/AAAAAAAAAic/DbdLBjfp_lA/s72-c/505629PS-I-Love-You-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-2065817897291078204</id><published>2009-06-16T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:20:24.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma flor atenta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgajKUIN8I/AAAAAAAAAiU/8MaG-xMQOaE/s1600-h/1208197251iTXmrWT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348053748868986818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgajKUIN8I/AAAAAAAAAiU/8MaG-xMQOaE/s320/1208197251iTXmrWT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Uma flor atenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu amor é louco cheio de ardor.&lt;br /&gt;perdidamente insano pungente amor.&lt;br /&gt;Até mexe por dentro,assustador indolente.&lt;br /&gt;O meu tampouco amor.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso acalentar a tua mente.&lt;br /&gt;Nem depressar teu sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Tento aliviar teu coração atento.&lt;br /&gt;E dizer que não me pertenço.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sou uma flor delicada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;Direitos da Autora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-2065817897291078204?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2065817897291078204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=2065817897291078204' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/2065817897291078204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/2065817897291078204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/uma-flor-atenta.html' title='Uma flor atenta...'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgajKUIN8I/AAAAAAAAAiU/8MaG-xMQOaE/s72-c/1208197251iTXmrWT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-2993214136599954888</id><published>2009-06-16T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:17:56.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IRRESISTÍVEL AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgZuFwTXdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/fE_gF3yBc3w/s1600-h/amigas017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348052837111913938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgZuFwTXdI/AAAAAAAAAiM/fE_gF3yBc3w/s320/amigas017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRRESISTÍVEL AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na quietude da noite e suavidade amorosa,&lt;br /&gt;quer reconstruir teu amor, nele me abrigar.&lt;br /&gt;E sem criar resistência na ansiedade da prosa,&lt;br /&gt;em teu braços morar toda suavidade abraçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na tua corpulência viril de amante,&lt;br /&gt;me sentir revigorada amada toda tua.&lt;br /&gt;E irresistivelmente beijada, como uma linda lua.&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver os momentos desses instantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E permitir o sentido da vida, na paz do amor,&lt;br /&gt;permanecer aconchegada”alma acolhida&lt;br /&gt;dois corpos despidos deixar vir,todo o sabor.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer morada em teu corpo,perdida de amor...&lt;br /&gt;Autora :Marina Nunes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_direitos reservados a autora_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-2993214136599954888?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2993214136599954888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=2993214136599954888' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/2993214136599954888'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-8961943198581403719</id><published>2009-06-16T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:25:02.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança Escuta-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgZDuI7rEI/AAAAAAAAAiE/djXiVL8fges/s1600-h/,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348052109218262082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgZDuI7rEI/AAAAAAAAAiE/djXiVL8fges/s320/,.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Esperança Escuta-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Onde encontro tua morada?&lt;br /&gt;Dei-me tua mão,leva-me contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Dei-me uma chance.&lt;br /&gt;Esperança provoca uma tempestade&lt;br /&gt;de verdes cores, mais com flores!&lt;br /&gt;Junto com uma ventania fria.&lt;br /&gt;Esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me, até o mais profundos,&lt;br /&gt;conhecimentos, de teu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Ou toma uma atitude de fera.&lt;br /&gt;Esperança&lt;br /&gt;Provoca uma avalanche lava-me.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez junto tão tenebrosa esfera,&lt;br /&gt;eu me encontre, mesmo sem seu perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Esse coração anda cansado,&lt;br /&gt;não quer revanche,quer apaziguar.&lt;br /&gt;Esperança&lt;br /&gt;Não faz desdém de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Tira-me toda tristeza abriga-me&lt;br /&gt;em suas asas de esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;Eu mereço um pouco de piedade&lt;br /&gt;Por ser covarde.&lt;br /&gt;Esperança&lt;br /&gt;Eu não pertenço a este mundo fútil egoísta.&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me pelas correntezas.&lt;br /&gt;Até meu lugar mortal...&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;Direitos da autora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-8961943198581403719?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8961943198581403719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=8961943198581403719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/8961943198581403719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/8961943198581403719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/esperanca-esculta-me.html' title='Esperança Escuta-me'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgZDuI7rEI/AAAAAAAAAiE/djXiVL8fges/s72-c/,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-6879421525389815526</id><published>2009-06-16T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:12:08.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha Luz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgYnZLr51I/AAAAAAAAAh8/y6TIVJh0QMI/s1600-h/Leh9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348051622556329810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgYnZLr51I/AAAAAAAAAh8/y6TIVJh0QMI/s320/Leh9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha Luz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um amor tão forte e franco.&lt;br /&gt;De profundidade muito explicito.&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor me eleva nas alturas.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é meu castelo branco abastecido,&lt;br /&gt;de claridade, muito sentimento concebido.&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor é tão envolvente e consciente,&lt;br /&gt;que cintila na minha retina florescida.&lt;br /&gt;Me elava cada dia,vira amor crescente.&lt;br /&gt;Amor espirituosamente preenchido,&lt;br /&gt;de uma grande luz, minha estrela cadente.&lt;br /&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;diretos reservados a autora.&lt;br /&gt;03/06/09 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-6879421525389815526?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6879421525389815526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=6879421525389815526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/6879421525389815526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/6879421525389815526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/minha-luz.html' title='Minha Luz...'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgYnZLr51I/AAAAAAAAAh8/y6TIVJh0QMI/s72-c/Leh9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-6082627887718822843</id><published>2009-06-16T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:08:15.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ÁVIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgXsjj7_fI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ZuV5-40Ly2E/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348050611730120178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgXsjj7_fI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ZuV5-40Ly2E/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ÁVIDA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ávida perdida vivo&lt;br /&gt;por seus beijos.&lt;br /&gt;Que espalhando pela pele,&lt;br /&gt;desce em um banho de sensualidade...&lt;br /&gt;Existem magias em tudo isso,&lt;br /&gt;um blues envolvente,&lt;br /&gt;chama-me, um vinho me embriaga,&lt;br /&gt;sou tomada pela emoção...&lt;br /&gt;“água desce lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;e sinto suas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;nas suas caricias...&lt;br /&gt;Em cada parte da minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;dolorida de êxtase,&lt;br /&gt;sinto em uma viajem,&lt;br /&gt;de espumas e amor...&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo sente a musica,&lt;br /&gt;levando pra longe de tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Ávida permaneço em ti...&lt;br /&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;_direitos reservados_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-6082627887718822843?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6082627887718822843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=6082627887718822843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/6082627887718822843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/6082627887718822843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/avida.html' title='ÁVIDA'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgXsjj7_fI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ZuV5-40Ly2E/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-8242389369803965338</id><published>2009-06-16T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:06:37.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fonte do prazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgXT8wDrsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/y3MVkNApBNE/s1600-h/amigas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348050188995112642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgXT8wDrsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/y3MVkNApBNE/s320/amigas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fonte do prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua boca perfeita fonte do meu prazer...&lt;br /&gt;O teu beijo ardente, semente fértil...&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo que me aquece, é tão intenso!&lt;br /&gt;Teu aroma, é perfume marcante...&lt;br /&gt;Tem sabor de mel, brisa fresca...&lt;br /&gt;Que desnuda minha boca...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Esse amor devotado, é um caso sério!&lt;br /&gt;É como beija-flor dominador...&lt;br /&gt;Alimenta-se do mais fino néctar...&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Tuas mãos, benditas mãos delicadas...&lt;br /&gt;Que deslizam atrevidas e procuram,&lt;br /&gt;na delicadeza do cetim,minha pele nua,&lt;br /&gt;o alimento da sede, do nosso amor...&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;Direitos Reservados &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-8242389369803965338?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8242389369803965338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=8242389369803965338' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/8242389369803965338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/8242389369803965338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/fonte-do-prazer.html' title='A fonte do prazer'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgXT8wDrsI/AAAAAAAAAhs/y3MVkNApBNE/s72-c/amigas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-5914196266995018492</id><published>2009-06-16T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:04:35.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR FONTE DA VIDA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgWsW4erAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/sywO3_8tvHo/s1600-h/01h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348049508814990338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgWsW4erAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/sywO3_8tvHo/s320/01h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMOR FONTE DA VIDA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desabrochou o amor na alma da gente.&lt;br /&gt;E toda emoção selou um pacto com o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Ardoroso transformou o amor comovente, amor ardente.&lt;br /&gt;E ruborizando a face “alma, o amor tornou abrasador.&lt;br /&gt;E no caloroso sentido da sensibilidade, virou amor abundante,&lt;br /&gt;virou amante,deixou o amor virar amor idealizador.&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivo o amor,se fez chama acalentadora.&lt;br /&gt;O amor virou ator,também histórias infinitas...&lt;br /&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;direitos reservados á autora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-5914196266995018492?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5914196266995018492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=5914196266995018492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/5914196266995018492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/5914196266995018492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-fonte-da-vida.html' title='AMOR FONTE DA VIDA...'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgWsW4erAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/sywO3_8tvHo/s72-c/01h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-7820661700935092724</id><published>2009-06-16T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:01:30.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A BRANCURA DA ROSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgWGxe_nfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/2LWuetStaaY/s1600-h/ATgAAADLpSBWBNAEQI6d-hFYetZWsecDd9vg0moeHtOVKsM449G11vR_jupGymhl1ZR6ca6zutkpLhsYBXtF0O7FZ33wAJtU9VCkTHbcpBZCgEPOtVDMLVyOis89GA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348048863120825842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgWGxe_nfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/2LWuetStaaY/s320/ATgAAADLpSBWBNAEQI6d-hFYetZWsecDd9vg0moeHtOVKsM449G11vR_jupGymhl1ZR6ca6zutkpLhsYBXtF0O7FZ33wAJtU9VCkTHbcpBZCgEPOtVDMLVyOis89GA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A BRANCURA DA ROSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com toda Rosa banca&lt;br /&gt;que traduz paz amor.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho postura e brandura,&lt;br /&gt;sou Rosa alteza, sou delicadeza,&lt;br /&gt;de rara beleza, cheia de esplendor.&lt;br /&gt;Sou Rosa da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Rosa mais bonita&lt;br /&gt;pétalas delicadas&lt;br /&gt;Rosa sem medida&lt;br /&gt;sou muito inocente&lt;br /&gt;e também carente.&lt;br /&gt;O que me faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;são os meus espinhos&lt;br /&gt;que uso pra me defender.&lt;br /&gt;Sou tão perfumada&lt;br /&gt;abro pela madrugada&lt;br /&gt;brinco com os anjinhos.&lt;br /&gt;fico abalada ao me balançar.&lt;br /&gt;Danço devagarinho&lt;br /&gt;pra não despetalar.&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;03/06/09 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-7820661700935092724?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7820661700935092724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=7820661700935092724' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7820661700935092724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7820661700935092724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/brancura-da-rosa.html' title='A BRANCURA DA ROSA'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgWGxe_nfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/2LWuetStaaY/s72-c/ATgAAADLpSBWBNAEQI6d-hFYetZWsecDd9vg0moeHtOVKsM449G11vR_jupGymhl1ZR6ca6zutkpLhsYBXtF0O7FZ33wAJtU9VCkTHbcpBZCgEPOtVDMLVyOis89GA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-5384383522474654468</id><published>2009-06-16T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:58:46.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toda Emoção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgVbte22zI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Gxs5ibf0Ymo/s1600-h/amigas125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348048123312134962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgVbte22zI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Gxs5ibf0Ymo/s320/amigas125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Toda Emoção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quando o amor acontece na vida,&lt;br /&gt;faz bater forte o coração de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;O amor expulsa toda tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;sai esbanjando muita emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo de bom acontece,&lt;br /&gt;o sorriso fica largo aberto feliz.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade estampa e canta,&lt;br /&gt;tudo adormece acaba todo estresse...&lt;br /&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(direitos reservados autora) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-5384383522474654468?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5384383522474654468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=5384383522474654468' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/5384383522474654468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/5384383522474654468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/toda-emocao.html' title='Toda Emoção'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgVbte22zI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Gxs5ibf0Ymo/s72-c/amigas125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-4506043103339588999</id><published>2009-06-16T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:56:01.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgUw8a2WuI/AAAAAAAAAhM/O30hA-96BdY/s1600-h/00934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348047388587481826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgUw8a2WuI/AAAAAAAAAhM/O30hA-96BdY/s320/00934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você&lt;br /&gt;O amor que sempre quis ter&lt;br /&gt;Você é tudo de mais amado&lt;br /&gt;E em ti eu encontrei o amor&lt;br /&gt;Que brotou enraizou ficou.&lt;br /&gt;Você&lt;br /&gt;Único querido namorado.&lt;br /&gt;Razão presente mais abençoado&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que nem imaginava ter&lt;br /&gt;O amor da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;O amor, paz do meu viver&lt;br /&gt;Você&lt;br /&gt;O amor mais abençoado&lt;br /&gt;A paixão mais sublime&lt;br /&gt;Você meu grande e único amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amor que á mais, quero perder&lt;br /&gt;Você...&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;direitos reservados a autora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-4506043103339588999?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4506043103339588999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=4506043103339588999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/4506043103339588999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/4506043103339588999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce-o-amor-que-sempre-quis-ter-voce-e.html' title=''/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgUw8a2WuI/AAAAAAAAAhM/O30hA-96BdY/s72-c/00934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-620025755119802430</id><published>2009-06-16T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:52:06.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pétalas da natureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgT4xXiBSI/AAAAAAAAAhE/WwagsZv3xLs/s1600-h/67.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348046423548101922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgT4xXiBSI/AAAAAAAAAhE/WwagsZv3xLs/s320/67.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pétalas da natureza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esvoaçada encontro-me agora,&lt;br /&gt;Olhando o sol que clareia e brilha.&lt;br /&gt;Em deslumbramento, alimento-me,&lt;br /&gt;dos raios, que fagulham em chama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre aperta á janela me espera,&lt;br /&gt;Já acostumada nela observar, o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Vai-se chover o fazer sol...&lt;br /&gt;O dia passa, vem chegando, à noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Á lua vem querendo se mostrar,&lt;br /&gt;Faz um alvoroço sepulcral...&lt;br /&gt;Pálida em seu silêncio gélido,&lt;br /&gt;Sufocando emudece a noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Á lua sair deixando encoberta&lt;br /&gt;nuvens sussurrantes pálida.&lt;br /&gt;Fiel vem aparecendo submissa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu olhando o tempo e criando pétalas..&lt;br /&gt;Usando, essa imagem na mente&lt;br /&gt;Em eternos sentimentos eu vivo...&lt;br /&gt;autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;_Direitos reservados_ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-620025755119802430?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/620025755119802430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=620025755119802430' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/620025755119802430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/620025755119802430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/petalas-da-natureza.html' title='Pétalas da natureza'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgT4xXiBSI/AAAAAAAAAhE/WwagsZv3xLs/s72-c/67.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-4668617652904380024</id><published>2009-06-16T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:49:50.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lava-me alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgTY8RIHJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0PsS6w7k3UA/s1600-h/970557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348045876718214290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgTY8RIHJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0PsS6w7k3UA/s320/970557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lava-me alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De amor&lt;br /&gt;Envolve-me alma&lt;br /&gt;Minhas lágrimas rolam&lt;br /&gt;Na paz do silêncio choro&lt;br /&gt;Reclamo demais alma&lt;br /&gt;Sento clara reluzente paz&lt;br /&gt;Branda e pacífica mais&lt;br /&gt;Alma dolorida chora&lt;br /&gt;Doces perfumes&lt;br /&gt;Dos amores&lt;br /&gt;Das Ilusões perdidas.&lt;br /&gt;O canto das lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Encanta minhas ansiedades.&lt;br /&gt;Alma onde anda ele&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei dizer?&lt;br /&gt;Paz vem me diz agora!&lt;br /&gt;Dá uma esperança&lt;br /&gt;Saudade insana&lt;br /&gt;Desse teu e calor&lt;br /&gt;Alma escuta-me!&lt;br /&gt;Poupe-me um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Sinto está definhado&lt;br /&gt;Desse louco amor&lt;br /&gt;Que tortura o peito&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais passou&lt;br /&gt;Paz alma!&lt;br /&gt;Meu lamento é grande&lt;br /&gt;Alma eu sofro de amor...&lt;br /&gt;(Aut:Marina Nunes)&lt;br /&gt;direits reservados a autora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-4668617652904380024?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4668617652904380024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=4668617652904380024' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/4668617652904380024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/4668617652904380024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/lava-me-alma.html' title='Lava-me alma'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgTY8RIHJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0PsS6w7k3UA/s72-c/970557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-7162704733952078877</id><published>2009-06-16T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:47:44.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIZADE SINCERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgS4yTfC2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/EUq1Ebqrgkw/s1600-h/9865acb3a324985aced0554uq3-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348045324287937378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgS4yTfC2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/EUq1Ebqrgkw/s320/9865acb3a324985aced0554uq3-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIZADE SINCERA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizades sinceras são laços de um convívio,&lt;br /&gt;uma relação de amizade, amigos queridos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Ser amigo pra mim, tem que ser leal;&lt;br /&gt;tem que ter muita luz, um grande coração.&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia, um amigo resolver me deixar,&lt;br /&gt;eu vou lembrar com saudades.&lt;br /&gt;Foi com cuidado aprendi a gostar,&lt;br /&gt;respeitar, e aceitar como ele é.&lt;br /&gt;A sentir cada carinho cada palavra.&lt;br /&gt;Laços meus,que são teus&lt;br /&gt;Que me prendem a vocês.&lt;br /&gt;Estreitando cada dia mais, no meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Acredite,sou sua amiga fiel amiga.&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia você partir, saia na calada da noite,&lt;br /&gt;Pois não quero me despedir, posso chorar;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro guardar sua meiguice no meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;_Direitos reservados_ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-7162704733952078877?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7162704733952078877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=7162704733952078877' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7162704733952078877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/7162704733952078877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/amizade-sincera.html' title='AMIZADE SINCERA'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgS4yTfC2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/EUq1Ebqrgkw/s72-c/9865acb3a324985aced0554uq3-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-5340855153503456191</id><published>2009-06-16T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:45:17.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difícil definição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgSQ-WZZwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/BcrgedhNQ24/s1600-h/147.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348044640326608642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgSQ-WZZwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/BcrgedhNQ24/s320/147.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Difícil definição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a sombra do amor&lt;br /&gt;faço uma viagem complicada&lt;br /&gt;Onde existem tantos mistérios.&lt;br /&gt;Suas texturas são indefinidas.&lt;br /&gt;Na trilha do amor sigo seu faro,&lt;br /&gt;Deixando a sensibilidade falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sem receios tento definir cada sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Tento sentir a realidade, o que é o amor...&lt;br /&gt;E sem receios agasalho-me e padeço,&lt;br /&gt;nas palavras nuas chamadas puras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é o choque térmico “alma&lt;br /&gt;Pulsando dentro do peito é um temporal...&lt;br /&gt;Amor é meu pecado, meu árduo fardo,&lt;br /&gt;Substância doce amarga incontrolável,&lt;br /&gt;Alimento ”alma transforma onde ele abriga-se&lt;br /&gt;Autor Marina Nunes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-5340855153503456191?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5340855153503456191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=5340855153503456191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/5340855153503456191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/5340855153503456191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/dificil-definicao.html' title='Difícil definição'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgSQ-WZZwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/BcrgedhNQ24/s72-c/147.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-8868258721962374570</id><published>2009-06-16T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:42:57.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PÁSSARO FERIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgRu1G3KmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIrvgIA6tfA/s1600-h/00-minhas_poesias1_F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348044053729978978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgRu1G3KmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIrvgIA6tfA/s320/00-minhas_poesias1_F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PÁSSARO FERIDO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novamente releio a carta de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Carta dos meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;das minhas esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou um pássaro ferido e solitário.&lt;br /&gt;De asas quebradas não posso voar.&lt;br /&gt;Meu vôo ficou raso sem rumo sem lugar.&lt;br /&gt;O meu destino está traçado estou só.&lt;br /&gt;Já nem sei o amor recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;Ah!quero o amo de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Sou um barco á deriva perdida.&lt;br /&gt;Sou levado pelo impulso do mar.&lt;br /&gt;A qualquer lugar.&lt;br /&gt;E sempre com medo de não saber voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Perdida sem rumo sem âncora,&lt;br /&gt;não sei como meu porto achar.&lt;br /&gt;Só uma sombra restou do amor.&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;Direitos reservados &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-8868258721962374570?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/8868258721962374570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=8868258721962374570' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/8868258721962374570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/8868258721962374570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/passaro-ferido.html' title='PÁSSARO FERIDO'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgRu1G3KmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fIrvgIA6tfA/s72-c/00-minhas_poesias1_F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-6984345135090640303</id><published>2009-06-16T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:41:30.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgRWaio5VI/AAAAAAAAAgc/C-cgl73E3ww/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348043634281866578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgRWaio5VI/AAAAAAAAAgc/C-cgl73E3ww/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CICATRIZES&lt;br /&gt;O meu lamento é forte&lt;br /&gt;Já não cabe dentro de mim...&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma chora de saudades,&lt;br /&gt;minhas cicatrizes, horas choram, e calam.&lt;br /&gt;Gotas pingam gotas, que sangram, sem parar.&lt;br /&gt;Os acordes das cigarras me consomem....&lt;br /&gt;Já nem tenho mais sono....&lt;br /&gt;A minha paz sem sintonia vivo, sem melodia...&lt;br /&gt;A minha pele perdeu o frescor das pétalas,&lt;br /&gt;meu sorriso ficou pequeno, o olhar apagou...&lt;br /&gt;Cicatriz agora chora magoada sangra,&lt;br /&gt;o meu mundo virou um deserto,&lt;br /&gt;tão deserto difícil de me achar...&lt;br /&gt;A saudade esqueceu quem eu sou...&lt;br /&gt;A casa tão imensa ficou pequena,&lt;br /&gt;sinto-me perdida, em tantos cômodos,&lt;br /&gt;O meu canto é o meu refugio...&lt;br /&gt;Onde me escondo só pra chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Autora:Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(direitos reservados á autora)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-6984345135090640303?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6984345135090640303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=6984345135090640303' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/6984345135090640303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/6984345135090640303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/cicatrizes-o-meu-lamento-e-forte-ja-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgRWaio5VI/AAAAAAAAAgc/C-cgl73E3ww/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-3195833406996853865</id><published>2009-06-16T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:39:24.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procuro alguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgQ6iV1yAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/mBZbSlpa1fU/s1600-h/1238007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348043155339331586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgQ6iV1yAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/mBZbSlpa1fU/s320/1238007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procuro alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro minha inspiração&lt;br /&gt;que queira enfeitar meus versos,&lt;br /&gt;comande toda minha Inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um alguém, de mente saudável&lt;br /&gt;Um coração sereno afável.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um amigo, (a)&lt;br /&gt;Que saiba me compreender.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo bem vindo,afetuoso.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro freqüentemente você.&lt;br /&gt;Uma amizade duradoura firme e sincera.&lt;br /&gt;De laços fraternos, bom amigo (a)&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(Direitos reservados)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/98569666198910415-3195833406996853865?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3195833406996853865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=3195833406996853865' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3195833406996853865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3195833406996853865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/procuro-alguem.html' title='Procuro alguém'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgQ6iV1yAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/mBZbSlpa1fU/s72-c/1238007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-2012159164957258197</id><published>2009-06-16T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:35:35.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgQGs_tD_I/AAAAAAAAAgM/dL0ICYlSzZU/s1600-h/1207662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348042264846077938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgQGs_tD_I/AAAAAAAAAgM/dL0ICYlSzZU/s320/1207662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Amigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser seu amigo (a)&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver nossa amizade&lt;br /&gt;Sem receios com verdades&lt;br /&gt;Sempre dizer o que penso&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Das horas certas&lt;br /&gt;Sem ciúmes e queixumes&lt;br /&gt;Amigo do coração&lt;br /&gt;Permitir minhas visitas&lt;br /&gt;Mandar-te mensagens, flores.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas alegrias e mimos&lt;br /&gt;Muito riso te fazer feliz!&lt;br /&gt;É só isso que eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;Da sua amizade de amigo...&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;_Direitos reservados_ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-2012159164957258197?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2012159164957258197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=2012159164957258197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/2012159164957258197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/2012159164957258197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/amigo.html' title='Amigo'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgQGs_tD_I/AAAAAAAAAgM/dL0ICYlSzZU/s72-c/1207662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-5892537107581938275</id><published>2009-06-16T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:31:22.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSSA AMIZADE É ASSIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgO_L1FRWI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WEzPKwougSg/s1600-h/Slugdbf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348041036172445026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgO_L1FRWI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WEzPKwougSg/s320/Slugdbf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;NOSSA AMIZADE É ASSIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é o carinho em festa&lt;br /&gt;O doce mais cobiçado amigo&lt;br /&gt;A dose certa do amor perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Você com esse jeito tranqüilo&lt;br /&gt;Faz “minha alma viver sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Você que deixa minha vida colorida&lt;br /&gt;Um verdadeiro sonho do amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Você o amigo perfeito na dose certa&lt;br /&gt;Chegou na hora certa me faz feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(Direitos reservados)&lt;br /&gt;beijos linda tarde ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-5892537107581938275?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5892537107581938275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=5892537107581938275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/5892537107581938275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/5892537107581938275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/nossa-amizade-e-assim.html' title='NOSSA AMIZADE É ASSIM'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgO_L1FRWI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WEzPKwougSg/s72-c/Slugdbf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-6511755185703646878</id><published>2009-06-16T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:15:57.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A NATUREZA DE DEUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgLWgZq6JI/AAAAAAAAAf0/yydMFQM0mn0/s1600-h/101.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348037038785095826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgLWgZq6JI/AAAAAAAAAf0/yydMFQM0mn0/s320/101.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A NATUREZA DE DEUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos são formados de imagens vivas.&lt;br /&gt;encanta-se em cada campo,e paisagem.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada verde uma forma,&lt;br /&gt;que só ele sabe imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;E entro em contemplação junto à natureza.&lt;br /&gt;O meu olhar tem afinidade com a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Com tudo que encontra pela frente.&lt;br /&gt;O canto dos pássaros, seu vôo em valsa.&lt;br /&gt;A cor do céu azul,a dança das nuvens.&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos fascinam-se com as cores.&lt;br /&gt;Ao perceber cada flor e seu perfume.&lt;br /&gt;E grita de alegria, ao ver um nascimento&lt;br /&gt;do filhote de passarinho.&lt;br /&gt;A natureza, da maternidade, é inconfundível!&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;Direitos Autor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-6511755185703646878?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6511755185703646878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=6511755185703646878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/6511755185703646878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/6511755185703646878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/natureza-de-deus.html' title='A NATUREZA DE DEUS'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgLWgZq6JI/AAAAAAAAAf0/yydMFQM0mn0/s72-c/101.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-3702949719882819454</id><published>2009-06-16T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:11:56.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração libertino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgKivOw7iI/AAAAAAAAAfs/mmiKOkwp7d8/s1600-h/128737648.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348036149412687394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgKivOw7iI/AAAAAAAAAfs/mmiKOkwp7d8/s320/128737648.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Coração libertino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma vez volto falar do amor&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o meu reflexo vivo,&lt;br /&gt;A mais linda essência vibrante,&lt;br /&gt;Ele é toda minha tolerância calma.&lt;br /&gt;Hora pálida outra ruborizada.&lt;br /&gt;É impressionante as nuances do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Que fervem nas minhas veias,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me com a voz engasgada,&lt;br /&gt;Ou sorridente libertina ou triste.&lt;br /&gt;O amor me faz sobressaltar de aflição,&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-me forte calor ou gelada.&lt;br /&gt;Sem armas escuta palavras, que dói “alma.&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor quer autonomia ser livre!&lt;br /&gt;E com consciência, deixar o coração falar.&lt;br /&gt;Com o amor livre, “alma senti-se calma.&lt;br /&gt;Explode de alegria, transpirando, aliviada.&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;Direitos reservados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-3702949719882819454?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3702949719882819454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=3702949719882819454' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3702949719882819454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3702949719882819454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/coracao-libertino.html' title='Coração libertino'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgKivOw7iI/AAAAAAAAAfs/mmiKOkwp7d8/s72-c/128737648.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-3525944052758142377</id><published>2009-06-16T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:00:32.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Páginas da minha vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgH53zSF-I/AAAAAAAAAfk/Lnygu1_B3Es/s1600-h/OgAAACVGVZYvoXsa884sfTD5jztJJk0A1fywOSVIaz_3GjdA7TDfZg2NDAB1FRYDQAybnihDiHWVKWnSX3XkYtt3x-kAm1T1UBcz9FNyj0X1JAn04QVO_gpqJDC-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348033248315447266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgH53zSF-I/AAAAAAAAAfk/Lnygu1_B3Es/s320/OgAAACVGVZYvoXsa884sfTD5jztJJk0A1fywOSVIaz_3GjdA7TDfZg2NDAB1FRYDQAybnihDiHWVKWnSX3XkYtt3x-kAm1T1UBcz9FNyj0X1JAn04QVO_gpqJDC-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Páginas da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Páginas já tão envelhecidas,&lt;br /&gt;Em papel transparente delicadamente fino.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras pálidas ainda existem,&lt;br /&gt;Palavras abençoadas ditas escritas.&lt;br /&gt;Páginas de um diário que há tempos escrevi.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras claras de uma adolescente.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje páginas nostálgicas,&lt;br /&gt;Tem sabor de bolero e coquetel.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras perfumadas cor de batom,&lt;br /&gt;Da moça na janela vendo a tarde bela.&lt;br /&gt;A moça já não é mais menina,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje virou mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Palavra marcada pelo tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Que não posso esquecer jamais...&lt;br /&gt;Autor Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;(Direitos reservados) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-3525944052758142377?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3525944052758142377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=3525944052758142377' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3525944052758142377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/3525944052758142377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/paginas-da-minha-vida.html' title='Páginas da minha vida'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgH53zSF-I/AAAAAAAAAfk/Lnygu1_B3Es/s72-c/OgAAACVGVZYvoXsa884sfTD5jztJJk0A1fywOSVIaz_3GjdA7TDfZg2NDAB1FRYDQAybnihDiHWVKWnSX3XkYtt3x-kAm1T1UBcz9FNyj0X1JAn04QVO_gpqJDC-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98569666198910415.post-1884486692283104257</id><published>2009-06-16T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:55:38.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um tango dentro da noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgGv8pAlTI/AAAAAAAAAfc/RlwtSPdmL9Y/s1600-h/imagem23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348031978304214322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgGv8pAlTI/AAAAAAAAAfc/RlwtSPdmL9Y/s320/imagem23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Um tango dentro da noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje estou ansiosa atenta, à noite o silêncio me cala.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a melodia envolve minha noite,é o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Observando da minha janela, vejo um vulto, parece um esboço.&lt;br /&gt;Um frio leve passa pela fresta, procuro um canto.&lt;br /&gt;Na penumbra do meu quarto o silêncio crucial.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo meu corpo relaxar,ao som do violino,&lt;br /&gt;que faz fundo na minha mente, o vento traz até a mim.&lt;br /&gt;A noite melancólica avança, ele não dorme,tem saudades.&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabe que escuto cada melodia, que toca pensando em mim...&lt;br /&gt;A noite irradiam, com um tango triste,envolvente.&lt;br /&gt;Em cada nota perece que chora, parece dizer amo-te.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não teremos encontros só saudade.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades, do último encontro,da noite de amor.&lt;br /&gt;A melodia alivia a saudade,acalma o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora Marina Nunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direitos reservados&lt;br /&gt;10/11/08 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98569666198910415-1884486692283104257?l=meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1884486692283104257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98569666198910415&amp;postID=1884486692283104257' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/1884486692283104257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98569666198910415/posts/default/1884486692283104257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meurecantopoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-tango-dentro-da-noite.html' title='Um tango dentro da noite'/><author><name>MINHA VIDA EM PROSA E POESIA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05047249195892171369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SyBAyUvHpSI/AAAAAAAAA5s/TxMBp8F6uJM/S220/10Qer-112-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naQ3NJrW5_A/SjgGv8pAlTI/AAAAAAAAAfc/RlwtSPdmL9Y/s72-c/imagem23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
