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/><feedburner:emailServiceId>AmorEmPoesia</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-2807021594383447315</id><published>2012-06-01T18:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-06-01T18:28:46.196-03:00</updated><title type="text">Olhares Discretos....</title><content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oMBWoSNO4ZU/T8kzVB8ZWGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/AYK2nINu1D0/s1600/olhar3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oMBWoSNO4ZU/T8kzVB8ZWGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/AYK2nINu1D0/s320/olhar3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Imagem retirada do Google images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Olhares atento aos gestos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Diretamente ligados ao meu interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em todas as direções eles rodeiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sem nenhum medo sem nenhum fervor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em alguns momentos quase se cegam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;De tantas luzes ao seu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Percebe cada movimento&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas no final percorre um só destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em algum desvio deixarão de avistar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E muitos de meus sonhos irão se perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As fantasias mais silenciosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Só na lembrança ficaram a viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-2807021594383447315?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/2TAk6hHEZ1E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O frio revela os meus sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não nomeia nem como nem quais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Envolve-se em uma mistura aquecida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que não me leva para frente, nem para trás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Observo os flocos de neve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levemente a cair no solo rasteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Procuro entender o significado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas nada me parece verdadeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fico aqui a me relacionar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com esse tempo nada instável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esperando que o próximo amanhecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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em seu caminho?</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qigDdkahvM4/T8aW3li0TzI/AAAAAAAAAmk/H-OA7f8-UGs/s1600/pedras_pequenas1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qigDdkahvM4/T8aW3li0TzI/AAAAAAAAAmk/H-OA7f8-UGs/s1600/pedras_pequenas1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foto retirada do Google Images&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Boa noite leitores, bom quantas pedras você já encontraram em seus caminhos, quantas coisas&amp;nbsp;difíceis&amp;nbsp;já tiveram que passar para estar aqui hoje, nesse momento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nós já superamos muitas delas, desde que nascemos, os primeiros passos já mostra o quanto a vida é difícil, temos que nos virar sozinhos, andar, nos segurar para não&amp;nbsp;cairmos, mesmo com olhares atentos de nossos pais sempre um deslize acontece e vamos parar no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas não termina por aí, vamos nos desenvolvendo e criando consciência de que cada dia é uma batalha, um mistério, um novo enigma que instiga a gente, não sabemos o que ocorrerá, mas esperamos que seja o melhor possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Escola, faculdade, trabalho, são situações que todos passamos e acredite tudo é um sacrifício, tudo é difícil para nos tornarmos mais instruídos, mais capacitados para lidar com cada pessoa e com cada passo, que a cada dia parece mais árduo. Ao final de cada etapa o que conseguimos, as conquistas essa sim é a melhor parte vendo que cada esforço, que cada pedra que&amp;nbsp;distanciamos&amp;nbsp;de nós nos trouxe ao sucesso, um bem material como casa, carro e o melhor auto estima. Auto estima é saber que somos capacitados, com certeza é um ótimo sentimento que nos impulsiona a cada vez mais ir para o destino e não ter medo do que ele nos reserva. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nós seres humanos podemos ter surpresas a qualquer momento, porque as pedras vem de todos estes lugares, família, local de trabalho, as pessoas que te rodeiam na rua, qualquer situação pode surpreender.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Por isso caros leitores, lutem, passem por essas pedras, que por mais que elas pareçam montanhas, podemos destruí-las e caminhar, caminhar para a glória, caminhar para o sucesso e caminhar lado a lado com a esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Grande beijo a todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #ee0909; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Você eu, ninguém vai bater tão forte como a vida, mas não se trata de bater forte. Se trata de quanto você aguenta apanhar e seguir em frente, o quanto você é capaz de aguentar e continuar tentando. É assim que se consegue vencer. (Rocky Balboa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-153031566357191909?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/sdp3CzuWEd8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/feeds/153031566357191909/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/quantas-pedras-ha-em-seu-caminho.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/153031566357191909" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/153031566357191909" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/sdp3CzuWEd8/quantas-pedras-ha-em-seu-caminho.html" title="Quantas pedras há em seu caminho?" /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qigDdkahvM4/T8aW3li0TzI/AAAAAAAAAmk/H-OA7f8-UGs/s72-c/pedras_pequenas1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/quantas-pedras-ha-em-seu-caminho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-9214313801000362287</id><published>2012-05-26T21:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-26T21:10:22.636-03:00</updated><title type="text">Pequenos Pedaços....</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKCxz3S5Mis/T8Fw12DM2aI/AAAAAAAAAhk/mCU0al9B_eM/s1600/leve+brisa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKCxz3S5Mis/T8Fw12DM2aI/AAAAAAAAAhk/mCU0al9B_eM/s320/leve+brisa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me constituo em pequenos pedaços e me revelo em mil pensamentos através da leve brisa do vento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-9214313801000362287?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/jKf65laTMII" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/feeds/9214313801000362287/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/pequenos-pedacos.html#comment-form" title="9 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/9214313801000362287" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/9214313801000362287" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/jKf65laTMII/pequenos-pedacos.html" title="Pequenos Pedaços...." /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wKCxz3S5Mis/T8Fw12DM2aI/AAAAAAAAAhk/mCU0al9B_eM/s72-c/leve+brisa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/pequenos-pedacos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-3472269956949901108</id><published>2012-05-25T18:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-26T20:48:21.126-03:00</updated><title type="text">Minha Angústias...</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVnHgmbhlDI/T8AAaeqnBhI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FU_H0tWjSDY/s1600/Ang%C3%BAstia+II.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVnHgmbhlDI/T8AAaeqnBhI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FU_H0tWjSDY/s320/Ang%C3%BAstia+II.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dos horizontes mais distantes descubro a mim mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Com incertezas, &amp;nbsp;apenas com o caminho a frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Destino misterioso, sem muitas respostas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Apenas com experiências pouco aparentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Confusão essa dentro de mim, que me tira do rumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Querendo viver a vida longe de uma prisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Procurando em cada ser uma resposta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Que muitas vezes parece ser em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Olho para os lados com um coração apertado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Minha alma se entrega a meu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cada segundo que se passa aqui dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Só alivia a dor de querer um melhor viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-3472269956949901108?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/1PdSoSA-JPg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/feeds/3472269956949901108/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/minha-angustias.html#comment-form" title="10 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/3472269956949901108" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/3472269956949901108" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/1PdSoSA-JPg/minha-angustias.html" title="Minha Angústias..." /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVnHgmbhlDI/T8AAaeqnBhI/AAAAAAAAAhY/FU_H0tWjSDY/s72-c/Ang%C3%BAstia+II.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/minha-angustias.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-9080292879001245541</id><published>2012-05-22T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-22T19:32:23.378-03:00</updated><title type="text">Meus Ternos Sonhos....</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QlHbifNXVOI/T7wTObebUjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/pTMTCgTi0N0/s1600/sonhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QlHbifNXVOI/T7wTObebUjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/pTMTCgTi0N0/s200/sonhos.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sinto a preguiça diante do meu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Olhos pesados sem saber pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Os sonhos tomam conta do meu saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E pelos caminhos do irreal fico a andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Onde estará a minha realidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Perdida no surreal do mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Longe de mim por segundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ou apenas em um lugar obscuro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Não vejo o momento de acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Para os seres eu poder olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Transformar os meus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Em meras verdades de um novo caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6890868081960675018-9080292879001245541?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/R5PDk1Sh7dE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/feeds/9080292879001245541/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/meus-ternos-sonhos.html#comment-form" title="10 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/9080292879001245541" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/9080292879001245541" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/R5PDk1Sh7dE/meus-ternos-sonhos.html" title="Meus Ternos Sonhos...." /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QlHbifNXVOI/T7wTObebUjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/pTMTCgTi0N0/s72-c/sonhos.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/meus-ternos-sonhos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-2063592084814881195</id><published>2012-05-20T21:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-20T21:52:02.102-03:00</updated><title type="text">O Nascer de um Amor....</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Das mais belas melodias&lt;br /&gt;Eu encontrei você&lt;br /&gt;A peça essencial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K2rr7jicmOI/T7mRa6bUxrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/f14Fx3S1FcQ/s1600/Piedade+081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K2rr7jicmOI/T7mRa6bUxrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/f14Fx3S1FcQ/s200/Piedade+081.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Que agora me fez renascer&lt;br /&gt;A jóia única e mais rara&lt;br /&gt;Que pensei que não existia&lt;br /&gt;A parte ideal de um todo&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje só me traz alegria&lt;br /&gt;O aconchego nas noites frias&lt;br /&gt;O ombro terno e de conforto&lt;br /&gt;A luz do fim do túnel&lt;br /&gt;A obra essencial de um todo&lt;br /&gt;Um amor para toda vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero viver com você&lt;br /&gt;Parte rica da minha existência&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje me fez florescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-2063592084814881195?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/wH4h9fpeY2Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/feeds/2063592084814881195/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/o-nascer-de-um-amor.html#comment-form" title="11 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/2063592084814881195" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/2063592084814881195" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/wH4h9fpeY2Y/o-nascer-de-um-amor.html" title="O Nascer de um Amor...." /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K2rr7jicmOI/T7mRa6bUxrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/f14Fx3S1FcQ/s72-c/Piedade+081.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/o-nascer-de-um-amor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-5592612308309985617</id><published>2012-05-19T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-20T20:47:15.494-03:00</updated><title type="text">Descobrimento do Amor.</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sou apenas mais uma louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Espremida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;em uma multidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gritando até ficar rouca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-csIxor-GqgY/T7hPlF6z-FI/AAAAAAAAAgY/UxARg8Zbo1I/s1600/love-music-apart-pink-flutterby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-csIxor-GqgY/T7hPlF6z-FI/AAAAAAAAAgY/UxARg8Zbo1I/s200/love-music-apart-pink-flutterby.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sem ter medo da escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O sentimento estoura no peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E é transformado em extrema alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;As lágrimas que ontem eu derramei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje em conjunto&amp;nbsp;constroem&amp;nbsp;harmonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Paixão de todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Que me inunda de emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje agradeço ao tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ao amor que conquistou meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-5592612308309985617?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/utlHqg_9plM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/feeds/5592612308309985617/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/descobrimento-do-amor.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/5592612308309985617" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/5592612308309985617" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/utlHqg_9plM/descobrimento-do-amor.html" title="Descobrimento do Amor." /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-csIxor-GqgY/T7hPlF6z-FI/AAAAAAAAAgY/UxARg8Zbo1I/s72-c/love-music-apart-pink-flutterby.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/descobrimento-do-amor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-2360300648598108054</id><published>2012-05-17T19:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-18T01:02:17.047-03:00</updated><title type="text">Onde Estará o Chão?</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Os passarinhos vejo ao longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sem lugar para planar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;As borboletas vem e vão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cKxrnWFymc0/T7V38wMOifI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JhFvQkS3haE/s1600/228594_Papel-de-Parede-Ceu-e-Nuvens--228594_1600x1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cKxrnWFymc0/T7V38wMOifI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JhFvQkS3haE/s200/228594_Papel-de-Parede-Ceu-e-Nuvens--228594_1600x1200.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sem trajeto para pousar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Onde parou o chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Que vi a navegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Parece que naufragou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sem previsão para voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sonhei que a terra era ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E o céu o único a reinar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O que faria os seres então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Não tendo um chão para repousar...&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/6890868081960675018-2360300648598108054?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/HkXUPysw3VY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/feeds/2360300648598108054/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/onde-estara-o-chao.html#comment-form" title="14 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/2360300648598108054" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/2360300648598108054" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/HkXUPysw3VY/onde-estara-o-chao.html" title="Onde Estará o Chão?" /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cKxrnWFymc0/T7V38wMOifI/AAAAAAAAAfg/JhFvQkS3haE/s72-c/228594_Papel-de-Parede-Ceu-e-Nuvens--228594_1600x1200.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/onde-estara-o-chao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-1559528219187576663</id><published>2012-05-13T22:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-17T17:55:53.619-03:00</updated><title type="text">Para uma Mãe, muitas homenagens...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Hoje venho dedicar algo a aquela que fez tudo por mim, que me criou e me transformou na pessoa que sou hoje, que me deu a vida e que daria vida dela por mim, o ser humano mais especial e dedicado que se pode conhecer e a mãe da gente, que nos transformar e tira de nós sempre o melhor, para podermos caminhar e traçar nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mãe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmX81Xxx36g/T7BhEsog9aI/AAAAAAAAAbI/c---1egiLE0/s400/Adriana+554.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Se através dos olhos eu não enxerga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Eu sei que você estará lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Para me guiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se em algum momento&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Eu não saber o que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Você será a única&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;A me entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Se em por algum obstáculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Eu vier a cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Você estará lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Para me reerguer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Se nenhuma saída&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Eu vier a encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Você sempre será a luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Para me iluminar (Clarice Lima)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;Um feliz dias das Mães TODOS os dias, porque o dia da pessoa que te deu a vida é a vida toda!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-1559528219187576663?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/nzmOVGh2gIQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/feeds/1559528219187576663/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/para-uma-mae-muitas-homenagens.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/1559528219187576663" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/1559528219187576663" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/nzmOVGh2gIQ/para-uma-mae-muitas-homenagens.html" title="Para uma Mãe, muitas homenagens..." /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmX81Xxx36g/T7BhEsog9aI/AAAAAAAAAbI/c---1egiLE0/s72-c/Adriana+554.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/para-uma-mae-muitas-homenagens.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-5012514434772907778</id><published>2012-05-12T00:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-12T02:01:41.526-03:00</updated><title type="text">Em busca da Nova Inspiração.....</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em busca de novas inspirações para apresentar a vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sempre pelos caminhos certos, mas nunca pelos mais curtos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Se as palavras vierem a faltar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pelos versos da criação irei me espelhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CAKQts8x1tw/T63uk9OKDAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ZHEIKt_q1C0/s1600/cla+104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CAKQts8x1tw/T63uk9OKDAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ZHEIKt_q1C0/s400/cla+104.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beijo a todos.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6890868081960675018-5012514434772907778?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/tauwzST4upY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/5012514434772907778" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/5012514434772907778" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/tauwzST4upY/em-busca-da-nova-inspiracao.html" title="Em busca da Nova Inspiração....." /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CAKQts8x1tw/T63uk9OKDAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ZHEIKt_q1C0/s72-c/cla+104.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2012/05/em-busca-da-nova-inspiracao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-1647050736820897749</id><published>2011-08-12T18:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:37:26.544-03:00</updated><title type="text">Por mim!!</title><content type="html">Se por mim eu apenas vivesse&lt;br /&gt;Não me prenderia a meros sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Se por alguém que amo pudesse dar a vida&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitaria cada único momento&lt;br /&gt;Se a mim não pertencesse o nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu&amp;nbsp;simplesmente&amp;nbsp;colocaria minhas mãos a prova&lt;br /&gt;E pensaria no tudo&lt;br /&gt;Como um ser que a cada dia se renova&lt;br /&gt;Se a ti meu coração pertence&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gesticularia nenhum ato&lt;br /&gt;Para que o pudesse fazer feliz&lt;br /&gt;Passando pelos mais altos obstáculos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmFpE3jlbNk/TkWdCRFVCMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/wP1xIxN2VeI/s1600/A-Red-Rose-For-You.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmFpE3jlbNk/TkWdCRFVCMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/wP1xIxN2VeI/s320/A-Red-Rose-For-You.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-1647050736820897749?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/pxHFcK51epw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/1647050736820897749" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/1647050736820897749" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/pxHFcK51epw/por-mim.html" title="Por mim!!" /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmFpE3jlbNk/TkWdCRFVCMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/wP1xIxN2VeI/s72-c/A-Red-Rose-For-You.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2011/08/por-mim.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-6340295382278211008</id><published>2011-05-28T18:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:11:22.345-03:00</updated><title type="text">Pequeno Desejo!!</title><content type="html">Ao vento levo minhas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a cada obstáculo&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que o tempo passe&lt;br /&gt;A vida continuará sendo um espetáculo&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo eu sendo uma pequena faísca&lt;br /&gt;Diante de uma grande fogueira&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu seja pequena&lt;br /&gt;Poderei fazer a diferença&lt;br /&gt;Se o que for dito&lt;br /&gt;Arrancar um pequeno e singelo sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Terei cumprido minha tarefa&lt;br /&gt;Podendo sonhar com meu próximo intuito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyuUv2KrUcQ/TKJ-FZD_mbI/AAAAAAAAARo/8dYlFnSLUlc/s1600/desejo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyuUv2KrUcQ/TKJ-FZD_mbI/AAAAAAAAARo/8dYlFnSLUlc/s320/desejo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagem retirada do Google images!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-6340295382278211008?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/Pxoun1og3tc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/6340295382278211008" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/6340295382278211008" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/Pxoun1og3tc/pequeno-desejo.html" title="Pequeno Desejo!!" /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uyuUv2KrUcQ/TKJ-FZD_mbI/AAAAAAAAARo/8dYlFnSLUlc/s72-c/desejo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2011/05/pequeno-desejo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-4678937750662911214</id><published>2011-04-28T13:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T13:18:30.578-03:00</updated><title type="text">Se eu Pudesse.....</title><content type="html">Se eu pudesse descrever&lt;br /&gt;Em meio as palavras sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Os faria com tamanha destreza&lt;br /&gt;Não perdendo nenhum momento&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse em cada olhar seu&lt;br /&gt;Escrever uma poesia&lt;br /&gt;Exemplificava cada detalhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.olhares.com/data/big/129/1295267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://i.olhares.com/data/big/129/1295267.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto Retirada de Google Images&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Com leve&amp;nbsp;maestria&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse falar com o coração&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente não o faria&lt;br /&gt;Pois em cada gesto seu&lt;br /&gt;Eu demonstro minha alegria&lt;br /&gt;Se a alma pudesse falar&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a todos os significados&lt;br /&gt;Ela não chegaria aos pés&lt;br /&gt;Do amor que venho manifestado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-4678937750662911214?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/kxAgpMko7HM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/4678937750662911214" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/4678937750662911214" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/kxAgpMko7HM/se-eu-pudesse.html" title="Se eu Pudesse....." /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-eu-pudesse.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-1485109407217698790</id><published>2011-04-18T12:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:34:05.229-03:00</updated><title type="text">Meu Ser em Meio Minh'alma</title><content type="html">Na onda do mar eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a caminhos desconhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Junto a meu coração estou&lt;br /&gt;Sem nada a ser destemido&lt;br /&gt;Com o destino a meu favor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overmundo.com.br/uploads/banco/multiplas/1222049617_fascinante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.overmundo.com.br/uploads/banco/multiplas/1222049617_fascinante.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vou em meio a alma&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhum temor&lt;br /&gt;Em meus olhos se vê a calma&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo solitária dentre as árvores&lt;br /&gt;A paz complementa meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Em tantos passos a ser seguidos&lt;br /&gt;Me libertarei naquele que puder me ver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-1485109407217698790?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/5BtBawaHRYs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/1485109407217698790" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/1485109407217698790" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/5BtBawaHRYs/meu-ser-em-meio-minhalma.html" title="Meu Ser em Meio Minh'alma" /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2011/04/meu-ser-em-meio-minhalma.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-7251590844514676066</id><published>2011-04-06T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:04:03.789-03:00</updated><title type="text">Progressão Diária!! (Pensamento)</title><content type="html">Sou apenas uma sombra do que fui ontem, e uma esperança de luz do que serei amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;(Clarice Lima)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnstlMwGL7c/TG-UNSL3rDI/AAAAAAAAD_o/9Ls8qILXKgg/s1600/escuridao+luz+mulher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnstlMwGL7c/TG-UNSL3rDI/AAAAAAAAD_o/9Ls8qILXKgg/s320/escuridao+luz+mulher.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foto: Google Images&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-7251590844514676066?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/dNusr-5OG0s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/7251590844514676066" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/7251590844514676066" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/dNusr-5OG0s/progressao-diaria-pensamento.html" title="Progressão Diária!! (Pensamento)" /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnstlMwGL7c/TG-UNSL3rDI/AAAAAAAAD_o/9Ls8qILXKgg/s72-c/escuridao+luz+mulher.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2011/04/progressao-diaria-pensamento.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-5549498823855021417</id><published>2011-04-02T23:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:17:17.655-03:00</updated><title type="text">Se Fosse..</title><content type="html">Se fosse pelo acaso&lt;br /&gt;Eu não escolheria&lt;br /&gt;Você seria uma aparição&lt;br /&gt;Dentre mais uma ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse mais um&lt;br /&gt;Saberia pelos gestos&lt;br /&gt;Pois seria rude&lt;br /&gt;E meramente modesto&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse a face&lt;br /&gt;O seu maior poder&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza em loucuras&lt;br /&gt;Não iria me perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKsdnstj2Ok/TER-KheYnjI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ldjdbh4MAEU/s400/Ilusao+de+amor" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKsdnstj2Ok/TER-KheYnjI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ldjdbh4MAEU/s200/Ilusao+de+amor" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se fosse pelas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Seria fácil como uma cantada&lt;br /&gt;Diga da boca a fora&lt;br /&gt;Mas pouco encantada&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse seu interior&lt;br /&gt;Olharia dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Vendo que o coração&lt;br /&gt;Diz muito mais que sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-5549498823855021417?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/kfegoAfYAwY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/5549498823855021417" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/5549498823855021417" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/kfegoAfYAwY/se-fosse.html" title="Se Fosse.." /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKsdnstj2Ok/TER-KheYnjI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ldjdbh4MAEU/s72-c/Ilusao+de+amor" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2011/04/se-fosse.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-8485309054124975011</id><published>2011-03-29T22:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:57:42.088-03:00</updated><title type="text">Crença...</title><content type="html">Erguida pelo amor, sustentada pela pureza, renascendo diante do mundo em meio a minhas crenças!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gPRC4UI82o/S-cqnDYuEDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ITc8jj3rLLU/s1600/olhar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gPRC4UI82o/S-cqnDYuEDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ITc8jj3rLLU/s320/olhar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagem - Google Images!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-8485309054124975011?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/OFqH7bEIuN0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/8485309054124975011" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/8485309054124975011" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/OFqH7bEIuN0/crenca.html" title="Crença..." /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gPRC4UI82o/S-cqnDYuEDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ITc8jj3rLLU/s72-c/olhar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2011/03/crenca.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-6575740976925474827</id><published>2011-03-28T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T22:50:42.916-03:00</updated><title type="text">O Difícil Dom de se Expressar!</title><content type="html">Ao pegar um lápis&lt;br /&gt;Me expresso de maneira antiquada&lt;br /&gt;Sem muito o que escrever&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto mergulhando em profundas águas&lt;br /&gt;Descrevo sentimentos afora&lt;br /&gt;Em leves palavras alienadas&lt;br /&gt;Que outrora parecem corretas&lt;br /&gt;Mas em outras se mostram esgotadas&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos são melhor remédio&lt;br /&gt;Para o que oprimo dentro de meu ser&lt;br /&gt;E talvez um dia o que escreverei&lt;br /&gt;Saberá exactamente o que tenho a dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Mistura de palavras em meio a sentimentos!</title><content type="html">Palavras retornam a meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Embaralhadas como se fossem novas&lt;br /&gt;Parecendo folhas perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Em uma nova estação que sempre se renova&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos vem a borbulha&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a uma mente cheia de lebranças&lt;br /&gt;Que lembra dos antigos carinhos&lt;br /&gt;Que no futuro tem a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Um ser misturado&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda ha de se constituir&lt;br /&gt;Que através da barreiras da vida&lt;br /&gt;Um futuro poderá construir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK44euvkgzg/TVFJnxCqEHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8_iFbR73LxY/s1600/Cla+075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK44euvkgzg/TVFJnxCqEHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8_iFbR73LxY/s320/Cla+075.JPG" width="240" /&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/6890868081960675018-6737585277531008851?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/bKruLGn2JmU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/6737585277531008851" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/6737585277531008851" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/bKruLGn2JmU/voltando-ativa-mistura-de-palavras-em.html" title="Voltando a Ativa!! Mistura de palavras em meio a sentimentos!" /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QK44euvkgzg/TVFJnxCqEHI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8_iFbR73LxY/s72-c/Cla+075.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2011/02/voltando-ativa-mistura-de-palavras-em.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-4759035830695057117</id><published>2010-12-25T01:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:09:15.358-02:00</updated><title type="text">Poema Natalino!!</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Ao terminar de mais um ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Vemos mais um pouco de vida passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Por mais anos que passem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Nunca deixemos de sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Que cada luz seja refletida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Em atos vindo do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E que cada pequena palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Seja uma pequena reflexão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Que o amor nasça de todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Por &amp;nbsp;atos sinceros e singelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E que cada momento da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Dure como se fosse eterno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/4248/assinatura1n.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img443.imageshack.us/img443/4248/assinatura1n.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-4759035830695057117?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/a2XnpzRHvBw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/4759035830695057117" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/4759035830695057117" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/a2XnpzRHvBw/poema-natalino.html" title="Poema Natalino!!" /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2010/12/poema-natalino.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890868081960675018.post-9205670029710404050</id><published>2010-12-14T13:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:58:52.388-02:00</updated><title type="text">Onde estão os Valores Reais?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que houve com o mundo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Onde estão os reais valores, eu me pergunto isso a todo momento, pessoas vazias por dentro sem mais nada a oferecer, fracas de coração e sem espírito, onde está o amor verdadeiro, as palavras sinceras e os gestos singelos que conquistam aqueles de bom coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pessoas só sabem usar uns aos outros como fonte de prazer, ou como um objecto no qual larga e na hora que quer de volta pega novamente, não é assim que funciona as coisas todos tem sentimentos. Como dizem quem é bom demais acaba sempre saindo como o ruim da história ou o careta, o babaca.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Onde estão as boas acções aquilo que é feito de coração para coração, não como fonte de retribuição? Quando as pessoas vão parar para pensar no que estão fazendo, machucando corações, destruindo paixões e fazendo ilusões..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As promessas já não são mais as mesmas, as palavras são vazias e sempre repetidas, nada surpreende, não é a toa que o mundo está com muitas pessoas frias, porque se magoam e continuam a magoar o próximo, por isso ou por aquilo, as vezes sem motivo, apenas por magoar, por deixar de sentir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acredito nos bons valores, mas conviver com o mundo de fora está cada vez mais difícil, não aguento as vezes ver tanta desilusão, casamentos destruídos, sentimento de sexo e amor dividido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fazer momentos valerem a pena, saber fazer de um amor uma semente, uma planta e uma árvore, mas sementes que não são regadas, morrem em meio ao sofrimento, as brigas a desentendimentos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sentimento é algo que vem de dentro e gostar de uma pessoa pelo que é por dentro, a beleza se vai com o tempo, mas o coração continua batendo em meio a um peito e uma mente ferida pelos passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pelos momentos que vivi, por tudo que sofri ainda estou aqui, disposta a gostar disposta a sorrir para assim fazer alguém de coração feliz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dialogocomosfilosofos.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/valores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://www.dialogocomosfilosofos.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/valores.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890868081960675018-9205670029710404050?l=clalima07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~4/3i3i-HnNJKk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/9205670029710404050" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890868081960675018/posts/default/9205670029710404050" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AmorEmPoesia/~3/3i3i-HnNJKk/onde-est%C3%A3o-os-valores-reais.html" title="Onde estão os Valores Reais?" /><author><name>Cla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13462906703230482155</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/_QK44euvkgzg/TEjUlz5e5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kb_xJLwfBmI/S220/Cla+675.JPG" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://clalima07.blogspot.com/2010/12/onde-est%C3%A3o-os-valores-reais.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

