<?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-6421194518878690059</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:12:00.243-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pensar</title><subtitle type='html'>A vida, o tempo e a transformacao constante!

                                                       Um prazer te ver por aqui.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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muda, não sofre&lt;br /&gt;Chega mais perto , Chega mais perto&lt;br /&gt;Pega na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Me calo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-1369656011433412674?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/1369656011433412674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=1369656011433412674' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/1369656011433412674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/1369656011433412674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-2362902591669070341?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2362902591669070341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=2362902591669070341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/2362902591669070341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/2362902591669070341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2011/08/desabar-das-flores.html' title='Desabar das flores'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-6737002807895815683</id><published>2011-04-17T09:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T10:01:01.102-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os caminhos do viajante</title><content type='html'>Não entendo&lt;br /&gt;As partes que de mim não as vejo&lt;br /&gt;Em ti me restam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incompreensíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que de um relacionamento nunca estou frente a televisão&lt;br /&gt;E o que de mim resta a sombra&lt;br /&gt;Se desnuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;próximo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Já&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;próximo&lt;/span&gt; que minhas partes o constituem&lt;br /&gt;E o espelho me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reflete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendo em vista minha face&lt;br /&gt;Palavras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ríspidas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;estão&lt;/span&gt; fora do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dicionário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dou colo&lt;br /&gt;Me aguardo&lt;br /&gt;Guardando para ti o olhar da mudança&lt;br /&gt;O tempo da descoberta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desnuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Mariana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cadore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-6737002807895815683?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/6737002807895815683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=6737002807895815683' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/6737002807895815683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/6737002807895815683'/><link 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;espetáculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tateio&lt;/span&gt; estrelas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;distraídas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a cena&lt;br /&gt;de um palco onde a  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;platéia&lt;/span&gt; contracena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;                                                                         MCP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-5259304454894209916?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5259304454894209916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-2488374899143652792</id><published>2011-03-14T13:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:45:36.737-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Be proud</title><content type='html'>Apoderou-se de tal orgulho&lt;br /&gt;Que por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;admiração&lt;/span&gt; lhe subiam as palavras a dizer:&lt;br /&gt;Essa é minha mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento trouxe,&lt;br /&gt;A chuva regou,&lt;br /&gt;O amor que por ela desabrochou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-2488374899143652792?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-2830283716491547546</id><published>2011-03-09T10:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T10:55:35.175-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para sempre se conhecer</title><content type='html'>Ah,   sou mistério&lt;br /&gt;E já não me lembro quando me repeti a ponto de me reconhecer&lt;br /&gt;Quando em outras roupas me visto em camuflagem,&lt;br /&gt;Capturo-a com luvas de veludo buscando a face do disfarce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Mariana Cadore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-2830283716491547546?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-9017860721863385234</id><published>2011-02-24T11:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T12:11:20.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração</title><content type='html'>Proferi uma única palavra:&lt;br /&gt;Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mais tenho as janelas da alma&lt;br /&gt;Não mais prisão,&lt;br /&gt;Um jardim que floresce&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade que cria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analiso os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Ensino a morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nasço&lt;/span&gt; em campos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;férteis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite, enriquece&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; mais escurece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O único caminho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-9017860721863385234?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/9017860721863385234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=9017860721863385234' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/9017860721863385234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/9017860721863385234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2011/02/coracao.html' title='Coração'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-8546915820640380321</id><published>2011-02-03T19:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:28:06.573-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sob qual máscara?</title><content type='html'>O novo&lt;br /&gt;O novo&lt;br /&gt;O novo&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto dizemos buscar:&lt;br /&gt;Esse não me amedronta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu medo é do novo&lt;br /&gt;Do novo passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      Mariana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cadore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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máscara?'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-5455670407269239455</id><published>2011-01-31T10:36:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:06:42.043-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cama vazia?</title><content type='html'>Das idéias que me acometem&lt;br /&gt;Seus beijos quem dirá que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; desejos&lt;br /&gt;Se lhe dou em pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Se te quero em fogo e água.&lt;br /&gt;Durmo em vão sem tuas pernas&lt;br /&gt;A cama vazia me afunda na vastidão da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei sempre só em pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Boca a fora&lt;br /&gt;Tem a força da eternidade&lt;br /&gt;Construindo em passos lentos,&lt;br /&gt;Uma troca que abandona qualquer ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanheço aos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Conto sonhos que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;despertos&lt;/span&gt; não acabam na solidão do travesseiro&lt;br /&gt; Mas embalam o viver do casal que criou o terceiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-5455670407269239455?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5455670407269239455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=5455670407269239455' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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choro os seios&lt;br /&gt;Do invisível as falas corridas&lt;br /&gt;A verdade, a profundidade num mar de sensibilidade&lt;br /&gt;Do invisível aos olhos alheios&lt;br /&gt;Suas pernas cruzadas, suas calças e suas meias&lt;br /&gt;Do invisível :&lt;br /&gt;Da pobreza e da nobreza&lt;br /&gt;Que enxergo e me ponho aos seus pés   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            Mariana Cadore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-4198007076554687264?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4198007076554687264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=4198007076554687264' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gris&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor escarlate,&lt;br /&gt;Que no teu peito, me mate de amor e me faça viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo mar a geografia que nos impede&lt;br /&gt;Mas também nos aproxima,&lt;br /&gt;Se navego em águas cristalinas&lt;br /&gt;É por você, morena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu leme segue em rumo e atenção&lt;br /&gt;Para em teus braços entregar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Mariana Cadore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-5320902493448389189?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5320902493448389189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-5883396820569983687</id><published>2011-01-21T11:44:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:58:10.494-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen</title><content type='html'>Nas brisas da vida&lt;br /&gt;O olhar destacado&lt;br /&gt;Tons e nuances, de um ser bem olhado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em voltas, retornos&lt;br /&gt;Um véu colorido&lt;br /&gt;A mesma face,&lt;br /&gt;disfarce&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo se sabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois passos...repasso&lt;br /&gt;Ante-passo...despasso&lt;br /&gt;Descanso sem descaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo, seu tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caminho do guerreio.....tudo é perfeito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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vida ressoa&lt;br /&gt;Ressoa&lt;br /&gt;Ressoa&lt;br /&gt;soa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os passos errantes também acertam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você abre as portas para como o mundo te recebe&lt;br /&gt;Recebemos o que permitimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o medo não me impeça de andar&lt;br /&gt;Que a dor não me mata antes de ocorrida&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida eu não impeça de ser vivida&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      Mariana Cadore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-1202771550126717098?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/1202771550126717098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-2901008506775292442</id><published>2010-12-25T21:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:14:09.991-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Colo</title><content type='html'>Uma dor no peito,&lt;br /&gt;Chamada saudades&lt;br /&gt;Não é choro, nem alegria&lt;br /&gt;É querer de novo um outro dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transpor toda distância,&lt;br /&gt;O coração na mão e a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Seja feita a Vossa vontade:&lt;br /&gt;De amor e alegria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-2901008506775292442?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-4944198633980439282</id><published>2010-12-19T15:44:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T15:50:50.377-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cometa loucura</title><content type='html'>Pelo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;céu&lt;/span&gt; um rastro de saudades&lt;br /&gt;Girando em sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;órbita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-4944198633980439282?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4944198633980439282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-1674853240615138616</id><published>2010-12-14T10:07:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:15:30.315-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intransitoridade</title><content type='html'>Se o vento me traz palavras&lt;br /&gt;Sopro ao pé do teu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Porque das horas invento,&lt;br /&gt;E dos dias me lembro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possuo a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transitoriedade&lt;/span&gt; de todo ser humano&lt;br /&gt;Se perdi ou se ganhei, será só um olhar no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bordado das flores, não há um só momento&lt;br /&gt;Que se vai ,que se vem,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo na terra o cultivo do céu&lt;br /&gt;E te rego ,&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim, depois também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariana Cadore&lt;div 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title='Intransitoridade'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-6165222306558808924</id><published>2010-12-07T10:09:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T10:58:27.104-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças em notas</title><content type='html'>Há um choro de saudade:&lt;br /&gt;em toda sinfonia,&lt;br /&gt;em toda fotografia,&lt;br /&gt;o silencio.......de um fragmento amoroso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quem sabe um dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem já não está&lt;br /&gt;Aqui esteve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me recordo em notas,&lt;br /&gt;Que a dor no coração&lt;br /&gt;Me alimenta,&lt;br /&gt;Esta fome sem pressa&lt;br /&gt;E um talvez que não vive&lt;br /&gt;Nos prende em falta de harmonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque na noite sou dia&lt;br /&gt;E grito ao mundo:&lt;br /&gt;Sem se doar, que vida nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;permeará&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça&lt;br /&gt;Um dia em claras nuvens&lt;br /&gt;A imagem te mostrará&lt;br /&gt;Um amor aqui vivido, nunca se apagará&lt;br /&gt;O nosso vagão sempre vai passar&lt;br /&gt;E o Sol que lá te aquece em outro peito sempre estará&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-6165222306558808924?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/6165222306558808924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-7226080280065264870</id><published>2010-12-01T10:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:58:45.224-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia</title><content type='html'>Do infinito amor sentido&lt;br /&gt;A vida, em fogo e água&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-7226080280065264870?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7226080280065264870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=7226080280065264870' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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tem&lt;br /&gt;O que se tem,&lt;br /&gt;O que se quer&lt;br /&gt;O que se quer,&lt;br /&gt;O que se tem&lt;br /&gt;O que se tem ,&lt;br /&gt;O que se quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repousa em toda sensibilidade o amor&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; se quer a posse&lt;br /&gt;Do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possuído&lt;/span&gt; amor, seja já satisfeito&lt;br /&gt;Por em si conter-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que se quer,&lt;br /&gt;O que se tem&lt;br /&gt;O que se tem,&lt;br /&gt;O que se quer&lt;br /&gt;O que se quer,&lt;br /&gt;O que se tem&lt;br /&gt;O que se tem,&lt;br /&gt;O que se quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao tecido dos meus poros tu está&lt;br /&gt;Em choro, em alegria, em sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;O amor nos alimenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu colo,&lt;br /&gt;Teu seio,&lt;br /&gt;Teu sexo,&lt;br /&gt;Tuas pernas em ternura&lt;br /&gt;O abraço para os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cama nos casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Mariana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cadore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-5015319379461973710?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5015319379461973710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=5015319379461973710' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/5015319379461973710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 49, 82);"&gt;Duas luas nessa noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 49, 82);"&gt;Adentrando em seus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 49, 82);"&gt;Em calma e silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 49, 82);"&gt;Um abraço de despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 49, 82);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 49, 82);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 49, 82);"&gt;Partida e chegada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 49, 82);"&gt;Uma vida entre tantas estradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 49, 82);"&gt;E a noite que recebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 49, 82);"&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cássia&lt;/span&gt; em corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 49, 82);"&gt;Esse Porto é eterna Chegada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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vida?&lt;br /&gt;que caminho tomar?&lt;br /&gt;Nada nos leva, nada nos trás&lt;br /&gt;Só o amor é capaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embriaguez&lt;/span&gt; do tempo, me encontro&lt;br /&gt;me perdendo em você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Mariana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cadore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-9044732778796712379?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/9044732778796712379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=9044732778796712379' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lucidez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Plena são as horas que da minha fome me ausento&lt;br /&gt;            Transbordando em flores vermelhas que de rosa vão ao vento&lt;br /&gt;                                     Num vôo quase lento,&lt;br /&gt;                                      vou ao mar com meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Sendo a nossa pequenez tão imensa&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 De opostos me oriento.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                &lt;br /&gt;Sendo nada e sendo tudo&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                             me possuo de presença&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                             com o presente presenteando-me&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                             Sou sorte e o grito da&lt;br /&gt;existência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mariana Cadore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-7089806124982597103?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7089806124982597103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=7089806124982597103' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/7089806124982597103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;infindáveis&lt;/span&gt; interpretações&lt;br /&gt;A condução do perdão de si para si, se atenua&lt;br /&gt;E da presença viva não se deposita a vaga de ocupar os espaços vazios&lt;br /&gt;Mas de se adentrar em entrega e reza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      Mariana Cadore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-7454859728267037108?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7454859728267037108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=7454859728267037108' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Projetos&lt;/span&gt; e esboços&lt;br /&gt;Poesias e flores&lt;br /&gt;São mais olhares que despedidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma rosa me levou e em seu jardim me regou&lt;br /&gt;Hoje de fios dourados me adorno,&lt;br /&gt;e me entrego ao amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o retrato e as palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embriago&lt;/span&gt; de ti&lt;br /&gt;E sou essa, sou aquela&lt;br /&gt;que contigo noivou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por através dos olhos, sentimentos que o tempo não apagou.&lt;br /&gt;As janelas são as portas que a vida enquadrou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das falas ouço poemas da vida em pulso&lt;br /&gt;Somos carne, somos osso mas a canção nos invade&lt;br /&gt;Dessa música de eterno recomeço&lt;br /&gt;Do que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Nunca acabou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         Mariana Cadore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title='Fechaduras'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-310746230355043621</id><published>2010-10-23T12:40:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T10:37:44.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Visão</title><content type='html'>Entre o mar e o porto&lt;br /&gt;O homem navega,&lt;br /&gt;Mas é o horizonte que o traz e o carrega&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-310746230355043621?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-341114464561621739</id><published>2010-10-15T08:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:00:55.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>vida</title><content type='html'>Para além de mim&lt;br /&gt;O impulso de vida&lt;br /&gt;Entre a morte e a ferida,&lt;br /&gt; a vida em beleza vivida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-341114464561621739?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/341114464561621739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=341114464561621739' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/341114464561621739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/341114464561621739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/10/vida.html' title='vida'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-473534394729116902</id><published>2010-10-12T13:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:09:05.189-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem entender</title><content type='html'>Na face, o orgulho e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;estórias&lt;/span&gt; faladas em vão&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre tardio, desfeito e descabido esse amor&lt;br /&gt;Me cabe em não caber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pássaro&lt;/span&gt; fugitivo, um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cão&lt;/span&gt; sem dono&lt;br /&gt;Uma flor que me atrai e me judia&lt;br /&gt;No canto, as cartas, perfumes e juras que nunca terão fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um lado,&lt;br /&gt;um descaso,&lt;br /&gt;uma folga pro vento e ventania&lt;br /&gt;De um caso&lt;br /&gt;por acaso e o descaso nunca com razão&lt;br /&gt;Raios e trovões, foram feitos em amor&lt;br /&gt;De uma vida a se encontrar com outra vida em paixão&lt;br /&gt;Sem mentiras, ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Nosso livro não fechou&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um dia, o Sol que para sempre nos guiou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite me pedes a mão e nos dizemos sim em vez de não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                Mariana Cadore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-473534394729116902?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/473534394729116902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=473534394729116902' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/473534394729116902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/473534394729116902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/10/sem-entender.html' title='Sem entender'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-1146460704650446907</id><published>2010-10-08T11:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:20:52.028-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beleza em fúria</title><content type='html'>Sob a força da morte&lt;br /&gt;Sou o medo, mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariana Cadore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-1146460704650446907?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/1146460704650446907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=1146460704650446907' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/1146460704650446907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/1146460704650446907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/10/beleza-em-furia.html' title='Beleza em fúria'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-6972812170641585209</id><published>2010-10-03T10:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T10:09:28.947-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Of fear</title><content type='html'>By step of the way&lt;br /&gt;One can  not deny&lt;br /&gt;What a flower with thorns&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the fear&lt;br /&gt;Abandonment&lt;br /&gt;The us is impossible to born&lt;br /&gt;It will always be a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Between you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sea without barriers&lt;br /&gt;I can be and live&lt;br /&gt;With a wrong actI&lt;br /&gt;learned to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Mariana Cadore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-6972812170641585209?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/6972812170641585209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=6972812170641585209' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/6972812170641585209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/6972812170641585209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/10/of-fear.html' title='Of fear'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-2462703228851325925</id><published>2010-10-03T09:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T09:47:14.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do medo</title><content type='html'>Pelos passos do caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; se pode negar&lt;br /&gt;Que uma flor com espinho&lt;br /&gt;É difícil tocar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se do medo&lt;br /&gt;Do abandono&lt;br /&gt;O nós é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;impossível&lt;/span&gt; nascer&lt;br /&gt;Será sempre um mistério&lt;br /&gt;Entre eu e você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nesse&lt;/span&gt; mar sem barreiras&lt;br /&gt;Posso ser e viver.&lt;br /&gt;Com um ato errado&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       Mariana Cadore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-2462703228851325925?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2462703228851325925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=2462703228851325925' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/2462703228851325925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/2462703228851325925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-medo.html' title='Do medo'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-400827426348343415</id><published>2010-10-01T08:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:56:43.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim</title><content type='html'>Dias sem poesia&lt;br /&gt;Estradas sem flores&lt;br /&gt;Dos olhos anuviados&lt;br /&gt;Dramaticos amores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma petala caia&lt;br /&gt;A estrada se abria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O peito sente, e sera isso?&lt;br /&gt; Será fim?&lt;br /&gt;Será enfim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paz toma conta de mim toda vez que me escuto&lt;br /&gt;Pela voz do silêncio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-400827426348343415?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/400827426348343415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=400827426348343415' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/400827426348343415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/400827426348343415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/10/enfim.html' title='Enfim'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-3341445325765456521</id><published>2010-09-25T15:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:05:57.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nessa vida-poema</title><content type='html'>Nos confins do quarto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Há&lt;/span&gt; de se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adentrar&lt;/span&gt; e arrancar-lhe a poeira&lt;br /&gt;Para alem do mar o som que me navegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Mariana Cadore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-3341445325765456521?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/3341445325765456521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=3341445325765456521' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/3341445325765456521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/3341445325765456521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/09/nessa-vida-poema.html' title='Nessa vida-poema'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-2316937408413350833</id><published>2010-08-23T14:02:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:20:36.967-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços de mim</title><content type='html'>Em cada despedida&lt;br /&gt;Partida,&lt;br /&gt;Chagada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde se sai&lt;br /&gt;se fica.&lt;br /&gt;Onde fica&lt;br /&gt;se esvai de saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não e' possível passar em branco&lt;br /&gt;Onde se vive de coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não e' possível conhecer o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Se lá não esteve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se lá esteve já não há como retornar,&lt;br /&gt;Um pedaço sempre ficará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que um dia vou retornar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cadore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; importa, todas pessoas que em nos nascem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Conosco&lt;/span&gt; sempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;estarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-2316937408413350833?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-3849580232806704217</id><published>2010-08-18T11:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:54:05.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Professor</title><content type='html'>Das dores q a vida me deu&lt;br /&gt;Te perder foi o que mais doeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tantos amores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Só&lt;/span&gt; um foi amor&lt;br /&gt;Que no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;braço&lt;/span&gt; da dor, pude dar seu valor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da alegria, se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; pode esse dia&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um dia, porque o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;relógio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dirá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Já&lt;/span&gt; das tristezas, se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; enxerguei antes&lt;br /&gt;A dor foi meu melhor professor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-3849580232806704217?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/3849580232806704217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=3849580232806704217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/3849580232806704217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/3849580232806704217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/08/professor.html' title='Professor'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-4169212260170347611</id><published>2010-08-14T18:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T18:18:22.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor não acabou</title><content type='html'>O amor transforma,&lt;br /&gt;O amor ensina.&lt;br /&gt;A falta tritura.&lt;br /&gt;A dor anuncia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Será&lt;/span&gt; mais um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando eu tiver tudo que tu deseja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Já&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; sou eu quem restou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-4169212260170347611?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/4169212260170347611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=4169212260170347611' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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pelos dedos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Já&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; basto, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; sei&lt;br /&gt;Sei o que queres, sei o que quero&lt;br /&gt;Estou interessada em seu imenso amor&lt;br /&gt;De extrema &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intelig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;ê&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ncia&lt;/span&gt; me cobre de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;admiração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permanecer com as mesmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;ções&lt;/em&gt; e' incorrer nos mesmos erros&lt;br /&gt;Deixar o trem passar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A morte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;necessária&lt;/span&gt; nos amedronta&lt;br /&gt;A morte do que mais desejamos nos mata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-133636672134136405?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/133636672134136405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=133636672134136405' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/133636672134136405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/133636672134136405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conclusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Solitária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantas fugidas&lt;br /&gt;Fugitiva&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quis&lt;/span&gt; mais saber&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; sabia&lt;br /&gt;Os medos que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; mais me deixaram&lt;br /&gt;Fazem com que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; me deixe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das estrelas entre a luz e noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Você&lt;/span&gt; brilha em meu escuro tempo&lt;br /&gt;De lua cheia vou levando meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Junto com a dor, de me perder em meio a minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;perdição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peco-te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; deixe o amor morrer&lt;br /&gt;Aos berros nossa vida acabar&lt;br /&gt;Larga meus erros, eu olho para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; quero mais voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; deixe o amor morrer&lt;br /&gt;Por tanto amor aprendi o que e' amar&lt;br /&gt;E nessa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;est&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;ó&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ria&lt;/span&gt; a batucada e' de choro e riso&lt;br /&gt;Pois e' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;impossível&lt;/span&gt; crescer na calmaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse eterno &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;recomeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida se transformou&lt;br /&gt;E nessa vida a dois&lt;br /&gt;E' o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;três&lt;/span&gt; que brotou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Mariana Cadore Peinado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-984226825925679010?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/984226825925679010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=984226825925679010' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/984226825925679010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/984226825925679010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/07/sacudida.html' title='Sacudida'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-5777130845722202538</id><published>2010-07-21T05:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T05:50:54.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Magoa</title><content type='html'>Um olho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trás&lt;/span&gt; o outro tira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-5777130845722202538?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5777130845722202538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=5777130845722202538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/5777130845722202538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/5777130845722202538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/07/magoa.html' title='Magoa'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-2074925411333380975</id><published>2010-07-21T05:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T05:36:36.312-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cegueira</title><content type='html'>Como um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pássaro&lt;/span&gt; se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pôs&lt;/span&gt; a voar&lt;br /&gt;Procurava a libertada&lt;br /&gt;que sempre esteve la'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-2074925411333380975?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2074925411333380975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=2074925411333380975' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/2074925411333380975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/2074925411333380975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/07/cegueira.html' title='Cegueira'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-1534129545789427337</id><published>2010-07-21T05:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T05:33:29.485-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Choro</title><content type='html'>A musica do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; me deixa chorar,&lt;br /&gt;porque as vezes a gente erra&lt;br /&gt;querendo acertar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-1534129545789427337?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/1534129545789427337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=1534129545789427337' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/1534129545789427337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/1534129545789427337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/07/choro.html' title='Choro'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-7700929467608058332</id><published>2010-07-18T17:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T17:39:09.441-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nascimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Há&lt;/span&gt; um sol em cada instante&lt;br /&gt;E sem mais, eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; quero um ar fresco.&lt;br /&gt;Porque a noite virou dia&lt;br /&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; me procurou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o dia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; se vai&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui estou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Há&lt;/span&gt; um sol que desperta o olhar&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida que nos toca e e' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;impossível&lt;/span&gt; voltar&lt;br /&gt;E' um mundo que nos nasce&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida dentro da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;há&lt;/span&gt; tempo para se enganar&lt;br /&gt;Se matamos, antes mesmo morremos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; se volta como se partiu&lt;br /&gt;Um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pedaço&lt;/span&gt; nosso sempre fica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-7700929467608058332?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/7700929467608058332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=7700929467608058332' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/7700929467608058332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/7700929467608058332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/07/nascimento.html' title='Nascimento'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-8193272204052325697</id><published>2010-07-05T20:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:32:11.681-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Junta a alegria e vem pra sempre me aportar</title><content type='html'>Das felicidades&lt;br /&gt;a que me encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tao pequenina, mas me aporta em vastidao&lt;br /&gt;Que sera' que sera`,&lt;br /&gt;so`o destino ha de nos contar&lt;br /&gt;Que sera`que sera`,&lt;br /&gt;sera`sempre samba de roda,&lt;br /&gt;valsa e chorinho a me rodear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem,&lt;br /&gt; vem mais nao tem,&lt;br /&gt;que sera`.&lt;br /&gt;Vem,&lt;br /&gt;vem mais nao tem&lt;br /&gt;deixa o som te tocar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser uma bossa, pode ser moca nova&lt;br /&gt;junta a alegria e nao me leve a mal&lt;br /&gt;Pois hoje e sempre e`eterno carnaval.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-8193272204052325697?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8193272204052325697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=8193272204052325697' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/8193272204052325697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/8193272204052325697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/07/junta-alegria-e-vem-pra-sempre-me.html' title='Junta a alegria e vem pra sempre me aportar'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-562963126215874827</id><published>2010-07-04T15:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:45:10.172-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da dor ao nao-entendimento</title><content type='html'>Foi de tanto pensar&lt;br /&gt;Da miséria e da dor&lt;br /&gt;Da injustiça e da fome&lt;br /&gt;Do desespero e do desamparo&lt;br /&gt;Da infelicidade e da busca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todos os males se cansou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais do que pensar&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais do que almejar&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais do que perguntar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era feliz sem saber que era,&lt;br /&gt;nem ao menos motivo tinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transitoriedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida se faz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-562963126215874827?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/562963126215874827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=562963126215874827' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/562963126215874827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/562963126215874827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/07/da-dor-ao-nao-entendimento.html' title='Da dor ao nao-entendimento'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-5231440924255479688</id><published>2010-06-15T05:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T06:01:18.182-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Terra molhada</title><content type='html'>Nada mais seria,&lt;br /&gt;Se os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pássaros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; mais existissem&lt;br /&gt;E os sonhos de la nunca mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;saíssem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num pouso longo descansa uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desabrochando em festa e &lt;em&gt;processão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que todos cantem e sigam com fé&lt;br /&gt;Atento aos pés e a dança a te levar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pulso abranda o melhor do seu altar&lt;br /&gt;Com olhos ao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;único&lt;/span&gt; caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Pois em todos podes caminhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a terra vermelha me perfuma,&lt;br /&gt;E em noites escuras vem me chamar&lt;br /&gt;Um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;so'&lt;/span&gt; pertence em minha mochila&lt;br /&gt;E volto ao meu altar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-5231440924255479688?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5231440924255479688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=5231440924255479688' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/5231440924255479688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/5231440924255479688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/06/terra-molhada.html' title='Terra molhada'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-6653784818649590115</id><published>2010-06-05T17:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:19:01.698-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogo dos jogos</title><content type='html'>Porque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; se mata com a morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Há&lt;/span&gt; tantas formas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Há&lt;/span&gt; tantos meios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perder a forma e' o desejo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;indesejado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O eterno morrer e' a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No jogo dos jogos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Conteúdo&lt;/span&gt; e contexto,&lt;br /&gt;Quero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;existência&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;devoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo e apetite,&lt;br /&gt;Quero o amor de ossos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;músculos&lt;/span&gt; e algumas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gordurinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste rastro de nuvens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Só&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;céu&lt;/span&gt; e as estrelas me sustentam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; se enxergam&lt;br /&gt;Me adorno de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; que me despi em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;maestria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morro e a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dança&lt;/span&gt; amplia&lt;br /&gt;Breve e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tremeluzente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;radiância&lt;/span&gt; do amor nos habilita ao infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem jogo, sem disfarce&lt;br /&gt;Eis ai o jogo dos jogos&lt;br /&gt;Onde valor e valia um dia, quem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dira&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-6653784818649590115?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/6653784818649590115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=6653784818649590115' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/6653784818649590115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/6653784818649590115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/06/jogo-dos-jogos.html' title='Jogo dos jogos'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-6228704425786569322</id><published>2010-05-25T19:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:47:44.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A felicidade nunca escondida</title><content type='html'>Do fogo o amargo&lt;br /&gt;Da agua o frio&lt;br /&gt;O amor em faca quente&lt;br /&gt;Serei eu quem jamais viu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da espada faca e pulso&lt;br /&gt;Da alegria se analisou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Será&lt;/span&gt; a felicidade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;histérica&lt;/span&gt; ou pura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ilusão&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;solidão&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do achado, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;precipício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do futuro armadilha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei eu a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;superfície&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou o problema do salto e' a profundeza jamais escondida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver e' mais simples que se pensa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-6228704425786569322?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/6228704425786569322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=6228704425786569322' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/6228704425786569322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/6228704425786569322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/05/felicidade-nunca-escondida.html' title='A felicidade nunca escondida'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-1577372887254598250</id><published>2010-05-20T21:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:14:34.881-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>Toda loucura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amedrontra&lt;/span&gt;-nos&lt;br /&gt;Porque incuti em si o maior desejo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-1577372887254598250?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/1577372887254598250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=1577372887254598250' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/1577372887254598250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/1577372887254598250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/05/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-2672941921209774327</id><published>2010-05-20T20:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:12:10.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poexistir em tom maior</title><content type='html'>Insensatos passos me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;norteiam&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia me aflora&lt;br /&gt;Um livro me ilumina&lt;br /&gt;Com claras letras me sorri&lt;br /&gt;Mais um verso de tantos amores,&lt;br /&gt;Um poema da mais simples &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;importância&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Infindáveis&lt;/span&gt; palavras que me trazem a tona&lt;br /&gt;O que jamais se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dirá&lt;/span&gt; em palavras&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-2672941921209774327?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2672941921209774327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=2672941921209774327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/2672941921209774327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/2672941921209774327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/05/poexistir-em-tom-maior.html' title='Poexistir em tom maior'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-6888380200626237632</id><published>2010-04-26T15:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:10:48.438-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me ponho a voar</title><content type='html'>O que te faz querer?&lt;br /&gt;O que te faz morrer?&lt;br /&gt;O que te faz feliz?&lt;br /&gt;O que te faz viver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pássaro&lt;/span&gt; do leste,&lt;br /&gt;E me ponho a voar&lt;br /&gt;Sou o sonho sem dormir,&lt;br /&gt;E me ponho a voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem vamos juntos nesse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que o um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; nos faz,&lt;br /&gt;Que o um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; nos traz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma rosa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;destemida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite de luar&lt;br /&gt;Sou um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pássaro&lt;/span&gt; dos ventos,&lt;br /&gt;E me ponho a voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa vela de romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Só&lt;/span&gt; te posso acrescentar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-6888380200626237632?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-2091049549067654811</id><published>2010-04-22T18:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T18:39:10.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy</title><content type='html'>Toda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imensidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As esculturas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;estão&lt;/span&gt; dentro das pedras&lt;br /&gt;Quem ira liberta-las&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vastidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As flores comprovam o divino&lt;br /&gt;A vida e' feita de amor&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;missão&lt;/span&gt; e' aprender a amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vamos nos devorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; temos tempo a perder&lt;br /&gt;A vida &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; espera,&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso te esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por todo horizonte&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade pertence a quem lhe quer,&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum problema existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia agradece o pobre rico&lt;br /&gt;Que se lembra que e' feliz,&lt;br /&gt;pelo simples fato de estar vivo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-2091049549067654811?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2091049549067654811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-1703132531256794751</id><published>2010-04-19T06:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:36:02.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se lembre</title><content type='html'>Nesse longo sonho&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Quem e' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que e' real nesse mar de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe&lt;br /&gt;Esse vida e' linda&lt;br /&gt;Essa vida e' maravilhosa&lt;br /&gt;Essa vida e' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;expressão&lt;/span&gt; do divino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acorde e se lembre&lt;br /&gt;Acorde e pare,&lt;br /&gt;Pare para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;começar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem e' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Antes e depois dos questionamentos&lt;br /&gt;Quem e' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quem pertence os problemas?&lt;br /&gt;Os problemas existem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mar de amor&lt;br /&gt;Navegue pela vida&lt;br /&gt;Se lembre quem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; e'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse oceano de paz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-1703132531256794751?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/1703132531256794751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=1703132531256794751' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/1703132531256794751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/1703132531256794751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/04/se-lembre.html' title='Se lembre'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-3521394104776287075</id><published>2010-04-19T05:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:05:48.028-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>As nuvens me ultrapassam&lt;br /&gt;Tenho velas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente observo,&lt;br /&gt;Sou misterio .&lt;br /&gt;Nao tento entender&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navegue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-3521394104776287075?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/3521394104776287075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=3521394104776287075' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/3521394104776287075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/3521394104776287075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gota&lt;br /&gt;Goteja&lt;br /&gt;Gotejante molhar.&lt;br /&gt;A gota chora&lt;br /&gt;Porque &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vê&lt;/span&gt; mar.&lt;br /&gt;A gota goteja&lt;br /&gt;No vibrante gotejar.&lt;br /&gt;A gota molha.&lt;br /&gt;A gota mar.&lt;br /&gt;Marejou meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Olhei para o mar&lt;br /&gt;E a gota pingou.&lt;br /&gt;Juntando-se espelhou o luar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-2713080427925881402?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/2713080427925881402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-3502195497723480612</id><published>2010-04-09T05:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T06:14:36.137-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem des-culpa</title><content type='html'>Me desculpe&lt;br /&gt;Mas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em uma noite de longas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me escorri pelos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ralos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntando toda dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em pesos errantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; estou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem ressentimento&lt;br /&gt;Sou a flor que desabrocha&lt;br /&gt;Perfume de dama da noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem entrar em prosas errantes&lt;br /&gt;Sou a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;criança&lt;/span&gt; inocente&lt;br /&gt;O doce da vida&lt;br /&gt;A intensidade da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou essa que se faz feliz,&lt;br /&gt;O amor me transborda&lt;br /&gt;E posso dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto ao calor do Sol matinal&lt;br /&gt;Viro poesia em versos profundos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Mariana &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cadore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-3502195497723480612?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ingénuas&lt;/span&gt; ternuras&lt;br /&gt;Risada larga&lt;br /&gt;Ser ,&lt;br /&gt;O colo do universo aconchega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chego perto&lt;br /&gt;Sou estrangeira&lt;br /&gt;Mas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; me sinto estrangeira&lt;br /&gt;Sou da terra de qualquer natal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-9109235363783731571?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/9109235363783731571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=9109235363783731571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/9109235363783731571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/9109235363783731571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/04/terra.html' title='Terra'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-8472379495527305544</id><published>2010-04-05T17:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:48:47.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Londres</title><content type='html'>Aqui se fala inglês&lt;br /&gt;A faxineira, o medico e o pedreiro:&lt;br /&gt;andam de metro&lt;br /&gt;e se divertem&lt;br /&gt;sem se preocupar com o fim do mês&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui se fala inglês&lt;br /&gt;E se pede desculpa&lt;br /&gt;sem se re-sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui se fala inglês&lt;br /&gt;Se bebe cerveja de tarde&lt;br /&gt;E se fala todas línguas de uma só vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui se fala inglês&lt;br /&gt;Num Pub Irlandês&lt;br /&gt;me vi com saudades outra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui se fala inglês&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não se diz&lt;br /&gt;E chove, chove minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;De tudo isso ser&lt;br /&gt;No pais de um povo que fala português&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-8472379495527305544?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/8472379495527305544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=8472379495527305544' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/8472379495527305544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/8472379495527305544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/04/londres.html' title='Londres'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-6157743007948916797</id><published>2010-04-02T12:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T12:39:26.317-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Três</title><content type='html'>Eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; sabia&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivia&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; queria&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; sabia&lt;br /&gt;Eu sentia e escondia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho a tua voz em mim&lt;br /&gt;Seu cheiro, toque&lt;br /&gt;Pequenas palavras, longas gargalhadas&lt;br /&gt;Crises de choro, amor em palavras&lt;br /&gt;Olhares penetrantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; sabia&lt;br /&gt;Tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; queria&lt;br /&gt;Tu queria&lt;br /&gt;Tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; queria&lt;br /&gt;Tu quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu toque&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo, minha risada&lt;br /&gt;Minha voz, minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;companhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu sexo&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem explicaria&lt;br /&gt;Se o amor se daria&lt;br /&gt;Se nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; nos dermos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me de a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mão&lt;/span&gt; vamos caminhar lentamente,&lt;br /&gt; detalhando a vida&lt;br /&gt;Vamos juntar para um mais um ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;três&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-6157743007948916797?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/6157743007948916797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=6157743007948916797' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/6157743007948916797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/6157743007948916797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/04/tres.html' title='Três'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-5347966672869319618</id><published>2010-03-30T20:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:57:34.889-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Decodificarmos</title><content type='html'>Em nós&lt;br /&gt;Delicadeza&lt;br /&gt;Ao som de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sade&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Românticos romances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dom da palavra nos fez&lt;br /&gt;Reluzir mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tom da palavra se deu&lt;br /&gt;No livre suspiro de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ritmo da entrelinha uni&lt;br /&gt;O que desde sempre tocou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas mais belas letras o gozo&lt;br /&gt;Delírio, deleite, suspense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para onde a boca não fala,&lt;br /&gt;As palavras não expressam&lt;br /&gt;A poesia traduz&lt;br /&gt;O que só o silencio entende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         Mariana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cadore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-5347966672869319618?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/feeds/5347966672869319618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421194518878690059&amp;postID=5347966672869319618' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/5347966672869319618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421194518878690059/posts/default/5347966672869319618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoideias.blogspot.com/2010/03/decodificarmos.html' title='Decodificarmos'/><author><name>pensar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09328143833540827346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tahirQUvqdE/SFXI-OS6txI/AAAAAAAAABA/kuCpI9f_D9A/S220/PA100192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421194518878690059.post-2282267955727512180</id><published>2010-03-28T12:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T13:03:32.379-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Hill</title><content type='html'>Eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; queria:&lt;br /&gt;ler tua boca&lt;br /&gt;sentir tua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;respiração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;sentir teu calor em delicados toques&lt;br /&gt;sentir tua língua juntando nossas pernas&lt;br /&gt;descobrir seus poros&lt;br /&gt;ler seus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;sentir o q não se sente&lt;br /&gt;se perder nas horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspirar o suspiro dos apaixonados,&lt;br /&gt;anestesiados,&lt;br /&gt;que pensam que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;estão&lt;/span&gt; sonhando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!Este despertar&lt;br /&gt;Esse e' o meu lugar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421194518878690059-2282267955727512180?l=pensoideias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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