<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553</id><updated>2011-10-15T10:46:03.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemas e Prosas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>poemas e prosas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10599232518346364056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVIn3BzJjwI/AAAAAAAAABA/ccAJxTv59EQ/S220/ATgAAAC-LmTnsZ85i5QbcthFVL6YFNPvWSw9TjCVqDfZuTKV200A1Xv9bb4wKM73NR6TT5KPWQIK4emC8En76XnpwDuPAJtU9VBRClkKGXg3npiROmougjAYJy96yQ.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-3603281775247985025</id><published>2011-10-15T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T09:12:46.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alforria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ka4vFhTCRcI/TpmwzVbyYII/AAAAAAAAAGw/hl9RnDq5aGA/s1600/tumblr_leit0rnTY61qeiujgo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ka4vFhTCRcI/TpmwzVbyYII/AAAAAAAAAGw/hl9RnDq5aGA/s320/tumblr_leit0rnTY61qeiujgo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663752402368618626" border="0" /&gt;E ele se despediu,&lt;br /&gt;Deu adeus a uma vida que nunca fora dele,&lt;br /&gt;Andou em passos curtos pra digerir seu caminho&lt;br /&gt;levantou seus olhos e pela primeira vez em muito tempo, assistiu o sol nascer,&lt;br /&gt;apressou os passos ao sentir o quão grandes eram as possibilidades&lt;br /&gt;e o pouco tempo que lhe restava&lt;br /&gt;ele sabia que ainda possuia a juventude&lt;br /&gt;mas totalmente insuficiente para satisfazer o desejo que quase o devorava por dentro&lt;br /&gt;entrou na primeira floricultura que viu&lt;br /&gt;e comprou rosas pra alguém que ainda não conhecia&lt;br /&gt;meditou em tudo o que sempre quis fazer&lt;br /&gt;mas logo com um leve sorriso desistiu de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;analisando que oque almejava, agora é passado&lt;br /&gt;e que nesse passado ele perdia tempo planejando o futuro&lt;br /&gt;e agora no presente seu sentimento é atemporal.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57496981370916553-3603281775247985025?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3603281775247985025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2011/10/alforria.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-3215752209806245770</id><published>2011-03-24T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:19:53.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há Romance Ali...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOE7tCq4rC4/TYvDPWT2LfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sOA4ISJ8QfA/s1600/livre_1295024300.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dOE7tCq4rC4/TYvDPWT2LfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sOA4ISJ8QfA/s320/livre_1295024300.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587774431137508850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Hei preste atenção,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Olha a forma de olhar lançado na direção dela,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Observa como seu corpo corresponde ao mesmo compasso,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Veja seus passos indecisos e os seus olhos em órbita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Ouve sua nova música preferida,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;E o sorriso voluntário ao cantarolar seu refrão,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Seu grande esforço ao tentar folhear seu melhor livro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Olha ela...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Desenhando mil figuras no espelho,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Vestindo para si sua melhor roupa,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Caminhando em círculos com seus antigos passos de balé.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Será essa noite que esperaram há tanto tempo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Será que é a próxima dança que irá embalar seus corações?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Será que o próximo gesto será definitivo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Ele e seu velho medo de parecer tolo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Ela e seu novo medo de se entregar logo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;O destino em sua velha mania de se omitir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Mas não precisa ter um grande senso analítico&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Pra perceber que ali existe Romance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57496981370916553-3215752209806245770?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3215752209806245770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2011/03/ha-romance-ali.html#comment-form' 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-57496981370916553.post-9149225751907940082</id><published>2011-02-22T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T07:02:26.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCQHKZfd_Vs/TWPPmbdBJHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hbw1SkYjG_U/s1600/o_vazio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCQHKZfd_Vs/TWPPmbdBJHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hbw1SkYjG_U/s320/o_vazio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576529022726251634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:74.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt"&gt;Nenhuma descrição compatível, nenhum brilho nos olhos, nenhuma alegria, nenhuma lágrima, olhos abertos sustentam o peso do vazio, sente a ferida profunda e a total ausência de dor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:74.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Deseja estar perto da morte pra que possa provar a vida, se esforça na criação de medos entrega-se ao tentar assistir sua alma estremecer, reza e implora pra que Deus a castigue, e em seu perfeito empenho mergulha ainda mais na imensidão do nada e se prolonga insuportavelmente em seu ouvido o som do silêncio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:74.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt"&gt;Vasculha sua mente em busca de um só pensamento de aprovação e encontra somente o eco dos seus gritos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:74.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt"&gt;Exterioriza seu gemido e contempla milhares de pessoas e abraça milhares de palavras agarra-se a milhares de sorrisos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:74.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt"&gt;E sente um enorme imensurável e grandioso &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right:74.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt"&gt;...Vazio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/57496981370916553-9149225751907940082?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/9149225751907940082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2011/02/vazio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Entra e desconserta,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Destrói toda forma e todo pensamento caricato&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Erradica toda fórmula pronta e extingue o caminho já traçado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Manifesta o obscuro e constrói uma estrada nova&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Transforma o velho vício em coragem de fechar a porta&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E a expressão de certeza em um riso inseguro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Procura tocar onde mora a ferida&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E não descanse até a cicatriz desabrochar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Arranca-me da zona de conforto&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Venda-me meus olhos dessas paredes brancas e dóceis&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desses quadros de cores alegres que já não me dizem nada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Desse sentimento mórbido e tão inofensivo de conformismo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mas por favor...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Não mude, não se mova, continue nessa estrada&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Continue nesse lugar seguro, sua casa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Siga questionando me fazendo sentir dor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fazendo-me feliz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57496981370916553-6297383380239274430?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVIn3BzJjwI/AAAAAAAAABA/ccAJxTv59EQ/S220/ATgAAAC-LmTnsZ85i5QbcthFVL6YFNPvWSw9TjCVqDfZuTKV200A1Xv9bb4wKM73NR6TT5KPWQIK4emC8En76XnpwDuPAJtU9VBRClkKGXg3npiROmougjAYJy96yQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/TNLDEt0iv0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/KkO6H6AsHtw/s72-c/quarto-desarrumado-thumb871785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-7591659485530400950</id><published>2010-09-29T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T19:53:41.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem vindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/TKP7bmKk0JI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0zKH7xDvVZs/s1600/las-vegas-by-night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/TKP7bmKk0JI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0zKH7xDvVZs/s320/las-vegas-by-night.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522534019606302866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Velocidade máxima, cabelos ao vento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Desilusão e sonho trancados no retrovisor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;A cidade beija meus anseios&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Vejo coragem refletida na janela dos prédios&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;A Linha divisória me reparte em duas vidas distintas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Bem-vindo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Aonde começa a escala dos sonhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;E o coração se prepara para se partir outra vez&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Aonde o ar é mais pesado que o medo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;E as cores são mais vivas que a alma.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Pés cansados em sapatos de cinderela&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Olhos marejados em óculos de Sol&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Você esqueceu que o encanto se acaba a meia-noite?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Mas agora é só essa noite&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;O Castelo espera a Rainha, a taça te chama para um brinde&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;E as luzes ocultam a verdade...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/57496981370916553-7591659485530400950?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVIn3BzJjwI/AAAAAAAAABA/ccAJxTv59EQ/S220/ATgAAAC-LmTnsZ85i5QbcthFVL6YFNPvWSw9TjCVqDfZuTKV200A1Xv9bb4wKM73NR6TT5KPWQIK4emC8En76XnpwDuPAJtU9VBRClkKGXg3npiROmougjAYJy96yQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/TKP7bmKk0JI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0zKH7xDvVZs/s72-c/las-vegas-by-night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-1648470023484647876</id><published>2010-04-26T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:31:02.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/S9ZMGCF7JJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Sj8LLEi2v1Y/s1600/OgAAAIEVnIu7b1TEWyfg97o1EssAmjJ91UDqGAyn8EEbWIHUu8pboS04rGzlt3836FUCLhVNEsTdETGC-gyilKVk7pcAm1T1UHIqnfQmxaKO_aL8LpDkse3Kk14K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464638864385320082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/S9ZMGCF7JJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Sj8LLEi2v1Y/s320/OgAAAIEVnIu7b1TEWyfg97o1EssAmjJ91UDqGAyn8EEbWIHUu8pboS04rGzlt3836FUCLhVNEsTdETGC-gyilKVk7pcAm1T1UHIqnfQmxaKO_aL8LpDkse3Kk14K.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doce moça&lt;br /&gt;De lábios tão lindos e palavras tão sábias&lt;br /&gt;De olhos ofuscantes aonde encontro meu destino&lt;br /&gt;O  teu abraço é o meu refúgio&lt;br /&gt;Seu rosto o meu pôr-do-sol&lt;br /&gt;Aonde avisto a plena certeza de um alvorecer sereno&lt;br /&gt;E de uma felicidade intensa&lt;br /&gt;Seu amor é presente em cada ato do meu dia&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me abençoado&lt;br /&gt;Alcançado&lt;br /&gt;Enlaçado&lt;br /&gt;Pelo doce destino de te pertencer&lt;br /&gt;Pela infinda força que vem do teu peito&lt;br /&gt;Que sem sequer uma palavra&lt;br /&gt;Revela-se como mapa por onde baseio meus passos&lt;br /&gt;Me leve para a origem do teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Aonde eu possa ver que beleza se oriunda esse tão belo espelho&lt;br /&gt;Permita-me estar pra sempre perto de ti&lt;br /&gt;Para refletir ao mundo o brilho de tão celeste Estrela&lt;br /&gt;Pois nenhuma tela&lt;br /&gt;Por mais singela&lt;br /&gt;Por imensamente bela&lt;br /&gt;Não revela teu ser, e nem a sua rara aquarela&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor mora no seus olhos, e meu destino só tem um nome&lt;br /&gt;GABRIELA&lt;br /&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/57496981370916553-1648470023484647876?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/1648470023484647876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2010/04/gabriela.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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minha memória               &lt;br /&gt;Cortejo as noites densas de pura e agonizante tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Não deixo escapar da minha lembrança os dias passivos e vazios da minha existência&lt;br /&gt;Carrego as marcas da desestimulante espera&lt;br /&gt;Não retiro o foco do meu passado e da total ausência de festejos&lt;br /&gt;Para que a presente alegria não esteja nunca carente de cuidados&lt;br /&gt;E a felicidade seja venerada e regada à pura e sagrada devoção&lt;br /&gt;Em dias de rude tempestade minha alma encontre nos dias de outrora a força que me deu as marcas que carrego&lt;br /&gt;Estarei atento para que um efêmero momento não me roube o gozo da normalidade contemporânea&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito a paz conquistada sem me deixar levar pelo insistente desleixo&lt;br /&gt;Carrego os versos dos dias tristes pra que na alegria não me falte a poesia&lt;br /&gt;Carrego o fardo das noites solitárias para que na vida não me falte o amor&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/57496981370916553-2499259962916861791?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2499259962916861791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/marcas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/2499259962916861791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/2499259962916861791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/11/marcas.html' title='Marcas'/><author><name>poemas e prosas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10599232518346364056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVIn3BzJjwI/AAAAAAAAABA/ccAJxTv59EQ/S220/ATgAAAC-LmTnsZ85i5QbcthFVL6YFNPvWSw9TjCVqDfZuTKV200A1Xv9bb4wKM73NR6TT5KPWQIK4emC8En76XnpwDuPAJtU9VBRClkKGXg3npiROmougjAYJy96yQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SxJ73A8kYXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ifXOqQd6-Z0/s72-c/Passado640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-6213259964791295779</id><published>2009-10-06T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:05:16.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SsuUjsSRMvI/AAAAAAAAADo/4whWx4kc_iA/s1600-h/destino_mar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389564719983047410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SsuUjsSRMvI/AAAAAAAAADo/4whWx4kc_iA/s320/destino_mar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tempo passa...&lt;br /&gt;E as correntes me trazem de volta&lt;br /&gt;O vento atrapalha e repara o esforço da fuga&lt;br /&gt;Deparo-me com o Mar mais bravio do que outrora&lt;br /&gt;Me vejo mais indefeso e a mercê do poder das ondas&lt;br /&gt;Mergulho no ímpeto de poder não mais submergir&lt;br /&gt;Mas a beleza do fundo ainda me lembra a falta do ar&lt;br /&gt;O sol me aparece em meio a minha prece por logo chegar&lt;br /&gt;Encontro as águas ainda turvas e vorazes&lt;br /&gt;Mas me sinto de novo em casa&lt;br /&gt;O medo se esvai e se torna coragem e força de pensar&lt;br /&gt;Reflito um jeito de eu tão pequeno lutar contra a fúria do mar&lt;br /&gt;A razão relata a impossibilidade de êxito do meu intento&lt;br /&gt;Mas o sonho bem mais que concreto me faz por inteiro eu me arriscar&lt;br /&gt;Se o mar tem que seguir seu fluxo&lt;br /&gt;O meu destino é contra ele lutar.&lt;br /&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/57496981370916553-6213259964791295779?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6213259964791295779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/10/destino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/6213259964791295779'/><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-57496981370916553.post-172301877067688102</id><published>2009-09-02T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T17:48:05.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/Sp8SNgiFc_I/AAAAAAAAADY/YD8IwPayVgs/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377036503384159218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/Sp8SNgiFc_I/AAAAAAAAADY/YD8IwPayVgs/s320/flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lá se vai a flor&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia desejei pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Pensando ser um amor sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Mas veio o tal do vento&lt;br /&gt;E eu meio desatento&lt;br /&gt;Segui no passo lento&lt;br /&gt;E o vento me levou&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui na espera de te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Levar você de volta ao lar&lt;br /&gt;Te ver desabrochar outra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a ter bem mais cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Seguir bem mais focado&lt;br /&gt;Mostrar como te quero bem&lt;br /&gt;Me inclina a olhar tua beleza&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me a sua destreza&lt;br /&gt;Em fazer-me te venerar&lt;br /&gt;Assim&lt;br /&gt;Seguro-te bem forte&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais contar com a sorte&lt;br /&gt;E de novo vindo o vento&lt;br /&gt;Conhecendo seu intento&lt;br /&gt;Me seguro nos seus olhos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57496981370916553-172301877067688102?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/172301877067688102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/09/flor.html#comment-form' title='2 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-3556388694209783856</id><published>2009-08-04T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:52:42.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de um Máscarado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SniQsIXQ15I/AAAAAAAAADI/SJylKTcR77Q/s1600-h/Comedy__Tragedy_Unfinished.VX2800-12JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366198043845646226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SniQsIXQ15I/AAAAAAAAADI/SJylKTcR77Q/s320/Comedy__Tragedy_Unfinished.VX2800-12JPG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Resido em meu interior&lt;br /&gt;Tão profundo e escondido&lt;br /&gt;Tão maquiado e sem pistas&lt;br /&gt;Refugio-me no engano&lt;br /&gt;Me alimento dos insultos de meus admiradores&lt;br /&gt;Renovo-me em um comentário de um novo desafeto&lt;br /&gt;Exponho a segurança de decisões erradas&lt;br /&gt;Celebro o desdenho em meu olhar superior&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro ficar só do que um segundo de fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;Plantei mágoas, colho olhares de uma platéia estupefata&lt;br /&gt;Rio de valores óbvios, procuro o palco em frases fabricadas&lt;br /&gt;Retiro-me do foco para o vazio do espelho&lt;br /&gt;Reluto contra o remorso&lt;br /&gt;Me faço inatingível com a alma ferida em oculto&lt;br /&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/57496981370916553-3556388694209783856?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/3556388694209783856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/08/diario-de-um-mascarado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/3556388694209783856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/3556388694209783856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/08/diario-de-um-mascarado.html' title='Diário de um Máscarado'/><author><name>poemas e prosas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10599232518346364056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVIn3BzJjwI/AAAAAAAAABA/ccAJxTv59EQ/S220/ATgAAAC-LmTnsZ85i5QbcthFVL6YFNPvWSw9TjCVqDfZuTKV200A1Xv9bb4wKM73NR6TT5KPWQIK4emC8En76XnpwDuPAJtU9VBRClkKGXg3npiROmougjAYJy96yQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SniQsIXQ15I/AAAAAAAAADI/SJylKTcR77Q/s72-c/Comedy__Tragedy_Unfinished.VX2800-12JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-2541680735488908298</id><published>2009-07-14T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:43:24.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa Passar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/Sly1np54jFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NVgWexcYGTg/s1600-h/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358357349532208210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/Sly1np54jFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NVgWexcYGTg/s320/tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixa correr demais&lt;br /&gt;O apressado dia chega até o sol me iluminar&lt;br /&gt;Simples é viver&lt;br /&gt;A espera de um dia que passou&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que o vento leva, e move o moinho do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Na véspera do alento a liberdade se escondeu&lt;br /&gt;Deleito-me na voz mais doce&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança de ouvir palavras belas&lt;br /&gt;Duvido de meus intentos&lt;br /&gt;Confirmo meu desassossego na falta de tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Na prévia do incerto vivo uma plena bonança&lt;br /&gt;O convívio com a fraqueza na verdade me fez forte&lt;br /&gt;O cuidado com a ferida não fez dela cicatriz&lt;br /&gt;Se me arrisco é por ter vida&lt;br /&gt;O Seguro morreu de solidão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57496981370916553-2541680735488908298?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2541680735488908298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/Sly1np54jFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NVgWexcYGTg/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-7786544187513711809</id><published>2009-06-20T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:29:28.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Existência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/Sj0OMpprxHI/AAAAAAAAACw/BOr9pjsKIsw/s1600-h/fig_vou_nascer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349447542887924850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/Sj0OMpprxHI/AAAAAAAAACw/BOr9pjsKIsw/s320/fig_vou_nascer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceras proezas se expandem&lt;br /&gt;Capricho rasgado de máscara&lt;br /&gt;Na névoa as verdades se escondem&lt;br /&gt;No sol o visível é uma sátira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ventre o estranho é normalidade&lt;br /&gt;O nascer é uma imensa cobrança&lt;br /&gt;A atmosfera nos cria uma identidade&lt;br /&gt;A independência morre na lembrança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sacro se disfarça a fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;No santo se dissolve a coragem&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro mora uma certeza&lt;br /&gt;O sagrado está só de passagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na estrada eu corrijo meu passo&lt;br /&gt;Nos abraços eu encontro meu guia&lt;br /&gt;O amor rege todo meu compasso&lt;br /&gt;No silencio eu encontro alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/57496981370916553-7786544187513711809?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/7786544187513711809/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVIn3BzJjwI/AAAAAAAAABA/ccAJxTv59EQ/S220/ATgAAAC-LmTnsZ85i5QbcthFVL6YFNPvWSw9TjCVqDfZuTKV200A1Xv9bb4wKM73NR6TT5KPWQIK4emC8En76XnpwDuPAJtU9VBRClkKGXg3npiROmougjAYJy96yQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/Sj0OMpprxHI/AAAAAAAAACw/BOr9pjsKIsw/s72-c/fig_vou_nascer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-1047864674440105904</id><published>2009-06-09T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:04:36.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/Si556S-JVDI/AAAAAAAAACg/yrnZwb8LhTQ/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345343850167227442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/Si556S-JVDI/AAAAAAAAACg/yrnZwb8LhTQ/s320/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu tivesse um amor...&lt;br /&gt;Minha prioridade seria mudada&lt;br /&gt;Meu plano perfeito seria rasgado&lt;br /&gt;Minha imagem seria apagada&lt;br /&gt;O meu bem-estar seria meu bem querer&lt;br /&gt;Meu riso sozinho não seria completo&lt;br /&gt;O meu tudo não seria mais meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tivesse seu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Meus dias seriam mais bravios&lt;br /&gt;A minha música seria ouvida&lt;br /&gt;A minha verdade uma doce ilusão&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração a sua casa de campo&lt;br /&gt;Seria aplausível a minha tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Seria menos amarga a minha solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não sentisse esse amor...&lt;br /&gt;Minhas tardes seriam mais brandas&lt;br /&gt;Minhas noites seriam mais curtas&lt;br /&gt;Meu viver seria mais fútil&lt;br /&gt;Minha loucura seria mais sã&lt;br /&gt;O respirar perderia o sentido&lt;br /&gt;Seria mas um com os pés no chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57496981370916553-1047864674440105904?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/1047864674440105904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/06/se.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/1047864674440105904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/1047864674440105904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/06/se.html' title='Se...'/><author><name>poemas e prosas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10599232518346364056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVIn3BzJjwI/AAAAAAAAABA/ccAJxTv59EQ/S220/ATgAAAC-LmTnsZ85i5QbcthFVL6YFNPvWSw9TjCVqDfZuTKV200A1Xv9bb4wKM73NR6TT5KPWQIK4emC8En76XnpwDuPAJtU9VBRClkKGXg3npiROmougjAYJy96yQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/Si556S-JVDI/AAAAAAAAACg/yrnZwb8LhTQ/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-5783367938006471274</id><published>2009-05-24T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:35:38.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/ShmFXbPw8SI/AAAAAAAAACY/EKIfuneQ_Qw/s1600-h/soniaalcalde031-mudan%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339445470721798434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/ShmFXbPw8SI/AAAAAAAAACY/EKIfuneQ_Qw/s320/soniaalcalde031-mudan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivi uma realidade centrada&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida em correta construção&lt;br /&gt;Um amor previsto em segurança&lt;br /&gt;Um quisto de conformidade e solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confundi a vontade com saudade&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que o costume era paixão&lt;br /&gt;Entendi que nasci pra andar em terra&lt;br /&gt;E que minhas asas era só imaginação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi me aborrecer com a lógica&lt;br /&gt;Meu faz de conta agora é fatos reais&lt;br /&gt;A saudade que sinto é tamanha&lt;br /&gt;O amor é intenso e mais veraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade é agora mais presente&lt;br /&gt;Um presente que eu nunca mereci&lt;br /&gt;De tão grande ocupa todo peito&lt;br /&gt;De tão imperfeita me faz mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha filosofia é o dia-a-dia&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um novo professor a cada manhã&lt;br /&gt;Lendo Quintana e ouvindo um disco do Chico&lt;br /&gt;Faço dos meus desatinos coisa vã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57496981370916553-5783367938006471274?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/5783367938006471274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/05/mudanca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/5783367938006471274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/5783367938006471274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/05/mudanca.html' title='Mudança'/><author><name>poemas e prosas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10599232518346364056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVIn3BzJjwI/AAAAAAAAABA/ccAJxTv59EQ/S220/ATgAAAC-LmTnsZ85i5QbcthFVL6YFNPvWSw9TjCVqDfZuTKV200A1Xv9bb4wKM73NR6TT5KPWQIK4emC8En76XnpwDuPAJtU9VBRClkKGXg3npiROmougjAYJy96yQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/ShmFXbPw8SI/AAAAAAAAACY/EKIfuneQ_Qw/s72-c/soniaalcalde031-mudan%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-8518732846538422178</id><published>2009-05-05T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:33:01.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SgBN_OidjGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SXJlYvAQICA/s1600-h/dice_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332347707436403810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SgBN_OidjGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SXJlYvAQICA/s320/dice_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passos firmes para um futuro abstrato&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifícios para um resultado imediato&lt;br /&gt;Andar descuidado invoca a sorte&lt;br /&gt;O tempo ainda é o sinônimo da morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disfarce complexo para uma vida de bonança&lt;br /&gt;Correndo da vida a felicidade me alcança&lt;br /&gt;Sugiro um brinde ao cuidado do acaso&lt;br /&gt;É imprescindível o valor do descaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrego marcas de um futuro traçado&lt;br /&gt;Guardo o sonho de um passado forjado&lt;br /&gt;Crio manias para namorar a loucura&lt;br /&gt;Desalinho meu traço para terminar a pintura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resisto meus impulsos pra que não deixem marcas&lt;br /&gt;Faço do minuto de tristeza em horas passadas&lt;br /&gt;Tenho planos pra agora antes que se vá o vento&lt;br /&gt;Quando o hoje é precioso me torno amigo do tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro alguém do meu lado pra dançar a mesma canção&lt;br /&gt;Que anula toda a ansiedade em busca de um só coração&lt;br /&gt;O amor planejado é destituído de toda surpresa&lt;br /&gt;O inesperado encontro compõem toda rara beleza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57496981370916553-8518732846538422178?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/8518732846538422178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/05/acaso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/8518732846538422178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/8518732846538422178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/05/acaso.html' title='Acaso'/><author><name>poemas e prosas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10599232518346364056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/ScbNpMbTpEI/AAAAAAAAACI/hsawtDePf-Q/s320/cruzamento3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compromissos sem hesitar me aparecem&lt;br /&gt;Não importa como eu me desenho&lt;br /&gt;A face predominante renasce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O curto tempo de aventura&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez é convertido em uma história&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez em um outro desenlace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rompe-se o som do sino do fim da espera&lt;br /&gt;Silencia-se a razão sempre correta&lt;br /&gt;O coração desconhece as leis da lógica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento reaparece sem ter sido ausente&lt;br /&gt;Ansiedade bate a porta da saudade&lt;br /&gt;Ilusões agora são bem vindas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analiso a escolha já concluída&lt;br /&gt;Lamento a colisão das estradas&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez dou lugar à emoção&lt;br /&gt;E deixo o caminho mais simples de lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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parece ser feito a minha maneira&lt;br /&gt;Nas tardes nubladas de segunda-feira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinto aquarela ilusória, canto canções inventadas&lt;br /&gt;Lembro de eternos momentos, rio de piadas passadas&lt;br /&gt;Recordo de meus amigos e faço do sério brincadeira&lt;br /&gt;Nas tardes nubladas de segunda-feira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformo as velhas idéias em um novo pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a competição cotidiana por um instante desatento&lt;br /&gt;O céu faço de abrigo e a nuvem transitória minha companheira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nas tardes nubladas de segunda-feira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57496981370916553-2165915350924083361?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/2165915350924083361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVIn3BzJjwI/AAAAAAAAABA/ccAJxTv59EQ/S220/ATgAAAC-LmTnsZ85i5QbcthFVL6YFNPvWSw9TjCVqDfZuTKV200A1Xv9bb4wKM73NR6TT5KPWQIK4emC8En76XnpwDuPAJtU9VBRClkKGXg3npiROmougjAYJy96yQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SbEeEAy8BeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q3bXiXAUEJw/s72-c/ATgAAAC-LmTnsZ85i5QbcthFVL6YFNPvWSw9TjCVqDfZuTKV200A1Xv9bb4wKM73NR6TT5KPWQIK4emC8En76XnpwDuPAJtU9VBRClkKGXg3npiROmougjAYJy96yQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-7962125233575806551</id><published>2009-02-17T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:00:51.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite Perfeita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SZqXvX-FXaI/AAAAAAAAABw/gsy2itFBdTg/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303718351326240162" style="DISPLAY: block; 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de sonho ainda não é terminada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57496981370916553-7962125233575806551?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/7962125233575806551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-destino-se-sobrepoe-incerteza-o-acaso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/7962125233575806551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/7962125233575806551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SYD9x6XkheI/AAAAAAAAABo/ixLkwD5oWsA/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296512195711239650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SYD9x6XkheI/AAAAAAAAABo/ixLkwD5oWsA/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parte do que incomoda é a alegria&lt;br /&gt;O intenso sentimento me assusta&lt;br /&gt;No caminho não controlo meu passo&lt;br /&gt;O que é certo faz da minha vida injusta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tesouro que procurei no passado&lt;br /&gt;No presente o achado me sufoca&lt;br /&gt;A paz é uma semente momentânea&lt;br /&gt;O fruto é o resultado que me assola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prece hoje ancoro a minha certeza&lt;br /&gt;No bom amigo eu busco meu conselho&lt;br /&gt;Da fé hoje eu sou um protegido&lt;br /&gt;A feliz dúvida hoje vejo no espelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada passo o futuro é mais certo&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia a contagem regride&lt;br /&gt;Em todo encontro a ilusão me devora&lt;br /&gt;Em minha mente o alerta insiste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade a cada instante é nova&lt;br /&gt;A previsão tem sempre um novo lado&lt;br /&gt;Os riscos se multiplicam e me dividem&lt;br /&gt;Um passo em falso me aprisiona ao passado&lt;br /&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/57496981370916553-6762492754615390417?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/6762492754615390417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/01/medo.html#comment-form' title='1 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SYD9x6XkheI/AAAAAAAAABo/ixLkwD5oWsA/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-9203181742822108791</id><published>2009-01-05T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:19:22.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O lamento de um velho boêmio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SWJ5M7sLE3I/AAAAAAAAABY/zusppjatUro/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287922175574741874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SWJ5M7sLE3I/AAAAAAAAABY/zusppjatUro/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheguei ao ponto quase final&lt;br /&gt;De uma vida que pensei não ter fim&lt;br /&gt;Entre desilusões e ilusões a vida passa&lt;br /&gt;E só o que eu não fiz deixou marcas em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As noites sempre eternas&lt;br /&gt;O Futuro era um pensamento desprezível&lt;br /&gt;As manhãs tão reais e sempre ingratas&lt;br /&gt;No espelho um reflexo invisível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As distrações sobrepunham o questionário&lt;br /&gt;A reflexão era furtada por um novo convite&lt;br /&gt;A velha máscara mais uma vez se encaixava&lt;br /&gt;A fantasia em meu ser não desiste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os velhos conselhos maternos&lt;br /&gt;No perfume da primeira morena se perdia&lt;br /&gt;Um amor que consiste em verdade&lt;br /&gt;Na boca de mais uma diversão se esquecia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me glorio das histórias passadas&lt;br /&gt;Pra alguém que me empresta a atenção&lt;br /&gt;Hoje as manhãs de realidade&lt;br /&gt;Se transformaram em longos dias de Solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57496981370916553-9203181742822108791?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/9203181742822108791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-lamento-de-um-velho-bomio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/9203181742822108791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/9203181742822108791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-lamento-de-um-velho-bomio.html' title='O lamento de um velho boêmio'/><author><name>poemas e prosas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10599232518346364056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVIn3BzJjwI/AAAAAAAAABA/ccAJxTv59EQ/S220/ATgAAAC-LmTnsZ85i5QbcthFVL6YFNPvWSw9TjCVqDfZuTKV200A1Xv9bb4wKM73NR6TT5KPWQIK4emC8En76XnpwDuPAJtU9VBRClkKGXg3npiROmougjAYJy96yQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SWJ5M7sLE3I/AAAAAAAAABY/zusppjatUro/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-1080947282990200817</id><published>2008-12-23T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T05:41:02.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVDqNNml35I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I9uBEvZvpfQ/s1600-h/mulher+caminhando+praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282979875616317330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVDqNNml35I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I9uBEvZvpfQ/s320/mulher%2Bcaminhando%2Bpraia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lá vem ela...&lt;br /&gt;Seus passos se aproximam&lt;br /&gt;Causando calores gélidos&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos me atravessam de longe&lt;br /&gt;A sua rota me deixa cada vez, mas sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente tenta sem sucesso uma primeira palavra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Ela se aproxima...&lt;br /&gt;Entre os cabelos ensaia um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Parece andar sobre rosas&lt;br /&gt;Tento uma expressão que retrate a sua perfeição&lt;br /&gt;Mas em vão tento mover meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Meu rosto expõe a alegria e a angústia da chegada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela me encontra...&lt;br /&gt;Desprovido de qualquer arma secreta&lt;br /&gt;Seu abraço aniquila minhas frases prontas&lt;br /&gt;Sua beleza faz a complexidade se simplificar&lt;br /&gt;Conjuro-me a ser alguém que a agrade&lt;br /&gt;Mas só consigo ser quem sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela me beija...&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos se fecham para as dores da vida&lt;br /&gt;Um portal se abre para meus sonhos mais lindos&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos para uma melhor realidade, seu rosto...&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração mas que acelerado não me engana&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei o tesouro que minha alma procurava&lt;br /&gt;O Amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/57496981370916553-1080947282990200817?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/1080947282990200817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2008/12/ela.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/1080947282990200817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/1080947282990200817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2008/12/ela.html' title='Ela'/><author><name>poemas e prosas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10599232518346364056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVIn3BzJjwI/AAAAAAAAABA/ccAJxTv59EQ/S220/ATgAAAC-LmTnsZ85i5QbcthFVL6YFNPvWSw9TjCVqDfZuTKV200A1Xv9bb4wKM73NR6TT5KPWQIK4emC8En76XnpwDuPAJtU9VBRClkKGXg3npiROmougjAYJy96yQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVDqNNml35I/AAAAAAAAAAw/I9uBEvZvpfQ/s72-c/mulher%2Bcaminhando%2Bpraia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-4462256443461255316</id><published>2008-12-02T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:23:09.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SUHJg0DTTzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Sl03n_-n5PE/s1600-h/DSC03299.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278721803820420914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SUHJg0DTTzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Sl03n_-n5PE/s320/DSC03299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Foi dado o primeiro passo&lt;br /&gt;E o abstrato hoje em forma se deu&lt;br /&gt;No presente há ausência de espaço&lt;br /&gt;Na desconfiança o amor renasceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A impressão inicial foi de verdade&lt;br /&gt;A prudência forjou-se em alegria&lt;br /&gt;O medo em displicente amizade&lt;br /&gt;Um mito se transformou em poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No futuro que os caminhos se juntem&lt;br /&gt;Que a cumplicidade seja intensa&lt;br /&gt;Quando as diferenças se fundem&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento que aflora é a sentença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Solidão é o fruto da descrença&lt;br /&gt;A verdade se revela quando há entrega&lt;br /&gt;No âmago da alma há renascença&lt;br /&gt;Quando alguém em meus olhos se enxerga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57496981370916553-4462256443461255316?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/4462256443461255316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2008/12/encontro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/4462256443461255316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/4462256443461255316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2008/12/encontro.html' title='Encontro'/><author><name>poemas e prosas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10599232518346364056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVIn3BzJjwI/AAAAAAAAABA/ccAJxTv59EQ/S220/ATgAAAC-LmTnsZ85i5QbcthFVL6YFNPvWSw9TjCVqDfZuTKV200A1Xv9bb4wKM73NR6TT5KPWQIK4emC8En76XnpwDuPAJtU9VBRClkKGXg3npiROmougjAYJy96yQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SUHJg0DTTzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Sl03n_-n5PE/s72-c/DSC03299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-5245134086515742886</id><published>2008-11-10T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:29:32.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundamentos</title><content type='html'>Marchemos para o nada&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que tudo se complete&lt;br /&gt;Andemos para o incerto&lt;br /&gt;Na fé que o que não é natural se desperte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor nem sempre é correspondido&lt;br /&gt;A bondade quase nunca recompensada&lt;br /&gt;Os atalhos nos trazem de volta a partida&lt;br /&gt;O sofrer nos eleva ao caminho da chegada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O precioso se conquista&lt;br /&gt;O premio  sem custo se evapora&lt;br /&gt;Quem muito sabe nada entende&lt;br /&gt;Quem deveras é sábio sempre aprende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na ausência de combate não há triunfo&lt;br /&gt;Na falta de distancia não existe saudade&lt;br /&gt;A paixão raramente é de fato previsível&lt;br /&gt;quem é perfeito não se mostra de verdade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57496981370916553-5245134086515742886?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/5245134086515742886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2008/11/fundamentos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/5245134086515742886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/5245134086515742886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2008/11/fundamentos.html' title='Fundamentos'/><author><name>poemas e prosas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10599232518346364056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un__ufeRKJ4/SVIn3BzJjwI/AAAAAAAAABA/ccAJxTv59EQ/S220/ATgAAAC-LmTnsZ85i5QbcthFVL6YFNPvWSw9TjCVqDfZuTKV200A1Xv9bb4wKM73NR6TT5KPWQIK4emC8En76XnpwDuPAJtU9VBRClkKGXg3npiROmougjAYJy96yQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57496981370916553.post-7962338217626940940</id><published>2008-11-08T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:03:03.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espera</title><content type='html'>O tempo talvez nos ajude&lt;br /&gt;E a distancia traga clareza&lt;br /&gt;E no gesto se mostre verdade&lt;br /&gt;Pra que na hora se tenha certeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A incerteza mora na saudade&lt;br /&gt;Com medo que o sentimento esfrie&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a dor esteja na vontade&lt;br /&gt;Que o seu olhar de mim se desvie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na displicência dos fatos&lt;br /&gt;Deduz-se sua inevitável resposta&lt;br /&gt;Em meio à ausência de atos&lt;br /&gt;A esperança é o que me conforta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossos intentos se escondem&lt;br /&gt;E nas conversas não há desfecho&lt;br /&gt;Que os nossos caminhos se encontrem&lt;br /&gt;Pois o sabor da espera não deixo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57496981370916553-7962338217626940940?l=proseandopoesias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/feeds/7962338217626940940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://proseandopoesias.blogspot.com/2008/11/espera.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/7962338217626940940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57496981370916553/posts/default/7962338217626940940'/><link 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