<?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-2700853115370552852</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:53:14.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field of Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voupensar1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700853115370552852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voupensar1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Verônica Fontanari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358300297287636127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SuThP-jCFuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/wUfmQt-4-pw/S220/HPIM1196.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700853115370552852.post-1143097511292009793</id><published>2009-11-15T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:26:38.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SwBjg3SgzKI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Hd_H5GWB-W0/s1600-h/2290_capa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404428969093156002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SwBjg3SgzKI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Hd_H5GWB-W0/s320/2290_capa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Se ele te trata mal, é porque gosta de você!" -Será????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você realmente gosta deste cara, mas não consegue saber se ele gosta de você. Ele não liga,Você inventa desculpas, decide que ele está confuso. Pare de se enganar. Existe uma explicação muito mais simples: ele não está afim de você. Esta é a lição que Gigi vai aprender. Romântica incorrigível, ela sai com Conor, que simplesmente não liga no dia seguinte. Logo mais conhece Alex, colega de quarto de Conor e que tem uma visão muito clara sobre o mundo, empenhando-se em mostrar a verdade para Gigi numa viagem ao complicado mundo da mente dos homens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um ótimo filme!! Recomendo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Link para baixar o filme dublado:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://filmesdiarios.org/index.php/2009/11/ele-nao-esta-tao-a-fim-de-voce-dublado/"&gt;http://filmesdiarios.org/index.php/2009/11/ele-nao-esta-tao-a-fim-de-voce-dublado/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700853115370552852-1143097511292009793?l=voupensar1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voupensar1.blogspot.com/feeds/1143097511292009793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voupensar1.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-ele-te-trata-mal-e-porque-gosta-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700853115370552852.post-8998482424054421459</id><published>2009-11-15T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:18:46.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learn to fly - Foo Fighters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run and tell all of the angels&lt;br /&gt;This could take all night&lt;br /&gt;Think I need a devil to help me get things right&lt;br /&gt;Hook me up a new revolution&lt;br /&gt;Cause this one is a lie&lt;br /&gt;We sat around laughing and watched the last one die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to the sky to save me&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a sign of life&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something to help me burn out bright&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for complication&lt;br /&gt;Looking cause I'm tired of lying&lt;br /&gt;Make my way back home when I learn to fly high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done nursing the patience&lt;br /&gt;It can wait one night&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all away if you give me one last try&lt;br /&gt;We live happily ever trapped if you just save my life&lt;br /&gt;Run and tell the angels that everything is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to the sky to save me&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a sign of life&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something to help me burn out bright&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a complication&lt;br /&gt;Looking cause I'm tired of trying&lt;br /&gt;Make my way back home when I learn to fly high&lt;br /&gt;Make my way back home when I learn to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone&lt;br /&gt;Try and make this life my own&lt;br /&gt;Fly along with me, I cant quite make it alone&lt;br /&gt;Try to make this life my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to the sky to save me&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a sign of life&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something to help me burn out bright&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a complication&lt;br /&gt;Looking cause I'm tired of trying&lt;br /&gt;Make my way back home when I learn to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to the sky to save me&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a sign of life&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something to help me burn out bright&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a complication&lt;br /&gt;Looking cause I'm tired of trying&lt;br /&gt;Make my way back home when I learn to fly high&lt;br /&gt;Make my way back home when I learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;Make my way back home when I learn to, learn to, learn to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tradução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Aprender a voar]&lt;br /&gt;Corra e conte para os anjos&lt;br /&gt;Isso pode durar a noite toda&lt;br /&gt;Acho que preciso do diabo para me ajudar a acertar as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Me amarre em uma nova revolução&lt;br /&gt;Porque essa é uma mentira&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos sentados rindo e olhando o último morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou procurando no céu algo pra me salvar&lt;br /&gt;Procurando um sinal de vida&lt;br /&gt;Procurando algo para me ajudar a acender o brilho&lt;br /&gt;Estou procurando por complicações&lt;br /&gt;Procurando porque estou cansado de mentir&lt;br /&gt;Fazer meu caminho pra casa quando aprender a voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou perdendo a paciência&lt;br /&gt;Posso esperar mais uma noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu dou tudo se você me der mais uma chance para tentar&lt;br /&gt;Viveremos felizes se você apenas salvar minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Corra e diga para os anjos que está tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou procurando no céu algo pra me salvar&lt;br /&gt;Procurando um sinal de vida&lt;br /&gt;Procurando algo para me ajudar a acender o brilho&lt;br /&gt;Estou procurando por complicações&lt;br /&gt;Procurando porque eu estou cansado de tentar&lt;br /&gt;Fazer meu caminho pra casa quando eu aprender a voar&lt;br /&gt;Fazer meu caminho pra casa quando eu aprender a voar&lt;br /&gt;Voe por aí comigo, não vou conseguir fazer isso sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Tentar e viver minha vida sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Voe por aí comigo, não vou conseguir fazer isso sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Tentar viver minha vida sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou procurando no céu algo pra me salvar&lt;br /&gt;Procurando um sinal de vida&lt;br /&gt;Procurando algo para me ajudar a acender o brilho&lt;br /&gt;Estou procurando por complicações&lt;br /&gt;Procurando porque eu estou cansado de tentar&lt;br /&gt;Fazer meu caminho pra casa quando aprender a voar&lt;br /&gt;Fazer meu caminho pra casa quando aprender a voar&lt;br /&gt;Fazer meu caminho pra casa quando aprender a, aprender a...&lt;br /&gt;Fazer meu caminho pra casa quando aprender a voar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdX-RX5IHAU&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdX-RX5IHAU&amp;amp;feature=fvst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADORO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700853115370552852-8998482424054421459?l=voupensar1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voupensar1.blogspot.com/feeds/8998482424054421459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voupensar1.blogspot.com/2009/11/learn-to-fly-foo-fighters-run-and-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401563444469451730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SvY1VYNWS9I/AAAAAAAAAik/61VAIrj71PQ/s320/panda_sandiego.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SvY1U2jaakI/AAAAAAAAAic/XOETLFXMjO8/s1600-h/gatos-filhotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401563435435190850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SvY1U2jaakI/AAAAAAAAAic/XOETLFXMjO8/s320/gatos-filhotes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SvY1UkXh9wI/AAAAAAAAAiU/6cjqDtfglcQ/s1600-h/fotos-animais-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401563430553515778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SvY1UkXh9wI/AAAAAAAAAiU/6cjqDtfglcQ/s320/fotos-animais-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SvY0kAQl4tI/AAAAAAAAAiM/IuWmSwHqH4Q/s1600-h/cute-animals-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401562596227015378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SvY0kAQl4tI/AAAAAAAAAiM/IuWmSwHqH4Q/s320/cute-animals-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SvY0kJ9JIFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/4fTQMlshNFU/s1600-h/cute_ducklings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401562598829793362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SvY0kJ9JIFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/4fTQMlshNFU/s320/cute_ducklings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SvY0j5YZnnI/AAAAAAAAAh8/s5eYhcRlC0k/s1600-h/2088898961_3b3c3122e6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401562594380717682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SvY0j5YZnnI/AAAAAAAAAh8/s5eYhcRlC0k/s320/2088898961_3b3c3122e6_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SvY0jniCy_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Ew8cmybLwKk/s1600-h/1154989168_cute_animal_baby_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: 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style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; queridos e lindos, para enfeitar e colorir um pouco esse domingo chuvoso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700853115370552852-3000269240752553814?l=voupensar1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voupensar1.blogspot.com/feeds/3000269240752553814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voupensar1.blogspot.com/2009/11/algumas-fotinhos-de-animais-fofos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700853115370552852.post-7681194204453893801</id><published>2009-11-07T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:50:36.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SvYx8Eem16I/AAAAAAAAAhk/xvI3pZVxOKs/s1600-h/saudades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401559711141517218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SvYx8Eem16I/AAAAAAAAAhk/xvI3pZVxOKs/s320/saudades.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A UM AUSENTE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho razão de sentir saudade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tenho razão de te acusar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Houve um pacto implícito que rompeste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sem te despedires foste embora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detonaste o pacto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detonaste a vida geral, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a comum aquiescência&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de viver e explorar os rumos de obscuridade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem prazo sem consulta sem provocação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;até o limite das folhas caídas na hora de cair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antecipaste a hora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teu ponteiro enlouqueceu, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enlouquecendo nossas horas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que poderias ter feito de mais grave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do que o ato sem continuação,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o ato em si,o ato que não ousamos nem sabemos ousar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque depois dele não há nada?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho razão para sentir saudade de ti,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de nossa convivência em falas camaradas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;simples apertar de mãos, nem isso, voz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;modulando sílabas conhecidas e banais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que eram sempre certeza e segurança.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim, tenho saudades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim, acuso-te porque fizeste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o não previsto nas leis da amizade e da natureza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nem nos deixaste sequer o direito de indagar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque o fizeste, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque te foste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Carlos_Drummond_de_Andrade/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700853115370552852-7681194204453893801?l=voupensar1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SuThP-jCFuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/wUfmQt-4-pw/S220/HPIM1196.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SvYx8Eem16I/AAAAAAAAAhk/xvI3pZVxOKs/s72-c/saudades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700853115370552852.post-2698605290072537694</id><published>2009-11-07T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:39:57.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Languidez ( Florbela Espanca )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Fecho as pálpebras roxas, quase pretas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Que poisam sobre duas violetas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Asas leves cansadas de voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E a minha boca tem uns beijos mudos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E as minhas mãos, uns pálidos veludos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Traçam gestos de sonho pelo ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700853115370552852-2698605290072537694?l=voupensar1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voupensar1.blogspot.com/feeds/2698605290072537694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voupensar1.blogspot.com/2009/11/languidez-florbela-espanca-fecho-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700853115370552852/posts/default/2698605290072537694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700853115370552852/posts/default/2698605290072537694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voupensar1.blogspot.com/2009/11/languidez-florbela-espanca-fecho-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Verônica Fontanari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358300297287636127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SuThP-jCFuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/wUfmQt-4-pw/S220/HPIM1196.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700853115370552852.post-5182968922565300274</id><published>2009-10-29T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:42:42.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Foi inesperado e, como todo nascimento, veio através da dor.&lt;br /&gt;Não o matei, mas tive que cuidar de todos os preparativos fúnebres de seu enterro.&lt;br /&gt;Suspeito que tenha nascido já condenado. Dediquei a ele tanta alegria e energia que não tinha, mas arranjava. Foi vão, entretanto, o esforço todo e adivinhei a brevidade da sua existência -- sua morte não foi surpresa. Mesmo adivinhada, a morte dói latejante. Cuidar do seu enterro e pranteá-lo consumiu mais daquela energia que já não tinha para dedicar-lhe, resultando em falência - espero que temporária - do meu gerador energético.&lt;br /&gt;Enterrei este sonho ao lado de tantos outros que tive, na mesma pradaria verde e ensolarada. Não há lápides ou quaisquer marcos no meu cemitério. Olhos atentos talvez percebam o pedaço de terra recém revolvida, onde a grama ainda cresce tímida e que hoje abriga seu mais recente inquilino, meu sonho morto.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta cova, o ar é levemente mais fresco e o sol se lança com suavidade, permitindo que as sombras formem penumbra contida, velando pelo último sopro de esperança que lamenta e anseia por mais alguns segundos do sonho. Segundos, segundos, segundos que adoçariam minha boca, mente e meu corpo por momentos eternos.&lt;br /&gt;Meu cemitério de sonhos é também um campo de flores. Espécies improváveis que brotaram de uma terra que abriga cadáveres de sonhos em putrefação. Nada mais forte e indomável que o poder transformador da Natureza, seus corpos e seres, que fazem vida e sorrisos surgirem de morte e pranto.&lt;br /&gt;Até que o processo de transformação se complete, aquele vento quase gélido trará resquícios de aromas desejados e a memória de sentimentos que se recusam ou se demoram a morrer.&lt;br /&gt;Visto de longe, é apenas um prado radiante e repleto de aromáticas flores coloridas. Não há quem imagine quantos sonhos precisaram ser enterrados, anônima e sileciosamente, sem o alarde dos grandes funerais; não há quem imagine de quantos sonhos mortos foram feitas estas flores, quase fúteis e vãs na sua beleza perecível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700853115370552852-5182968922565300274?l=voupensar1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voupensar1.blogspot.com/feeds/5182968922565300274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voupensar1.blogspot.com/2009/10/foi-inesperado-e-como-todo-nascimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700853115370552852/posts/default/5182968922565300274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700853115370552852/posts/default/5182968922565300274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voupensar1.blogspot.com/2009/10/foi-inesperado-e-como-todo-nascimento.html' title=''/><author><name>Verônica Fontanari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15358300297287636127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SuThP-jCFuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/wUfmQt-4-pw/S220/HPIM1196.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700853115370552852.post-2075034110915809859</id><published>2009-10-25T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:58:21.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SuTlwFOscGI/AAAAAAAAAhc/WXyAhuHk9kQ/s1600-h/100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396690867696988258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SuTlwFOscGI/AAAAAAAAAhc/WXyAhuHk9kQ/s320/100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuide bem da natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hoje acordei cedo, contemplei mais uma vez a natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A chuva fina chegava de mansinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;O encanto e aroma matinal traziam um ar de reflexão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Enquanto isso, o meio ambiente pedia socorro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Era o homem construindo e destruindo a sua casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Poluição, fome e desperdício deixam o mundo frágil e degradado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Dias mais quentes aquecem o “planeta água”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tenha um instante com a paz e a harmonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Reflita e preserve para uma consciência coletiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ainda há tempo, cuide bem da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fTgsFrC1zMQ/SuTlv748UnI/AAAAAAAAAhU/RYH07H6fi3A/s1600-h/HPIM1292.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; 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