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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIDSH0_fSp7ImA9Wx9bE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4929917406818959209</id><updated>2011-02-22T13:52:59.345-03:00</updated><title>Amor na Rede</title><subtitle type="html">Frases, Mensagens, Poemas, Scraps</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://re-nattolins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://re-nattolins.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4929917406818959209/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>André Renato Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252544676197632952</uri><email>natto_lins@hotmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AndrRenato" /><feedburner:info uri="andrrenato" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MMQX05fSp7ImA9Wx9bE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4929917406818959209.post-2464930499920176411</id><published>2011-02-21T13:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:18:00.325-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-22T13:18:00.325-03:00</app:edited><title>Amor Platônico II</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://re-nattolins.blogspot.com/feeds/2464930499920176411/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://re-nattolins.blogspot.com/2011/02/amor-platonico-ii.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4929917406818959209/posts/default/2464930499920176411?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4929917406818959209/posts/default/2464930499920176411?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndrRenato/~3/LMUPPmVanCg/amor-platonico-ii.html" title="Amor Platônico II" /><author><name>André Renato Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252544676197632952</uri><email>natto_lins@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11235040086715704456" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Dormir, sonhar
Acordar, trabalhar
Antes de almoçar, esperar
Olhar, admirar
Sorrir, se encantar
Partir, suspirar
Vontade de ligar, só pra escutar
Falar ou calar?
Voltar pro trabalho, pensar
Ouvir uma música, lembrar
Correr, suar
Sentar, conversar
Olhar no relógio, aguardar
Passar na volta, de novo suspirar
Amizade ou admiração?
Amor ou Paixão?
Querer ou não?
Não importa!
O importante é saber que 
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Não consigo resistir ao teu olhar

Tenho vontade de sorrir com teu sorriso
Sinto querer bem mais, o que se pode querer de um amigo?

Paro muitas vezes para observar tua boca sensual
O que me envolve parece uma magia, um ritual

É uma energia física, cheia de emoção
É uma carga emotiva, que vem do coração

Não deixa de ser amor, não deixa de ser amizade
Não me faz
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Quando se vê, já são seis horas! 
Quando de vê, já é sexta-feira! 
Quando se vê, já é natal... 
Quando se vê, já terminou o ano... 
Quando se vê perdemos o amor da nossa vida. 
Quando se vê passaram 50 anos! 
Agora é tarde demais para ser reprovado... 
Se me fosse dado um dia, outra oportunidade, eu nem olhava o relógio. 
Seguiria sempre em
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Existir é uma obrigação, lutar uma opção.
Sonhar é um desejo, querer uma atitude.
A vida é um conjunto de circunstâncias, você escolhe!
Não esqueça que o sonho é o primeiro passo para a realidade e lembre-se:
A felicidade é construída por momentos e os bons momentos duram o tempo suficiente para se tornarem inesquecíveis!
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Ela chorava, ele ria.
Ela esperava, ele não voltava.
Ela sorria pra ele, ele ria dela.
Ela queria pra sempre, ele só por um momento.
Ela se entregava, ele evitava.
Ela queria coisa séria, ele só queria se divertir.
Ela falava eu te amo, ele apenas sorria e respondia da boca pra fora.
Ela procurava o príncipe, ele procurava a próxima.
Ela ficava por conteúdo e sentimento
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De conteúdo interno, 
Idealismo nos olhos e dois pés no chão da realidade. 
Gosto de gente que ri, 
Chora, se emociona com uma simples carta, 
Um telefonema, uma canção suave, um bom filme, 
Um bom livro, um gesto de carinho, um abraço, um afago.

Gente que ama e curte saudades, gosta de amigos, 
Cultiva flores, ama animais. 
Admira paisangens, poeira; 
E 
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E fica aquela vontade na gente de sonhar mais um pouquinho.
Existem pessoas que são um sonho.
Um sonho pelo qual a gente dormiria a vida inteira.
Mas o destino vem e nos acorda violentamente…
E nos leva aquele sonho tão bom…
Existem pessoas que são estrelas.
Doces luzes que enfeitam e iluminam as noites escuras de nossas
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NZBIrDQoBQiebxd4-U3pc-xb-Kw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NZBIrDQoBQiebxd4-U3pc-xb-Kw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndrRenato/~4/pwOqupb94s8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://re-nattolins.blogspot.com/2011/02/sonho-de-amor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMRn4yfCp7ImA9Wx9bEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4929917406818959209.post-6346777132223284635</id><published>2011-02-20T15:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:58:07.094-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-20T15:58:07.094-03:00</app:edited><title>Você é tudo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://re-nattolins.blogspot.com/feeds/6346777132223284635/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://re-nattolins.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-e-tudo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4929917406818959209/posts/default/6346777132223284635?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4929917406818959209/posts/default/6346777132223284635?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndrRenato/~3/ZQOBA1mwyHQ/voce-e-tudo.html" title="Você é tudo" /><author><name>André Renato Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252544676197632952</uri><email>natto_lins@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11235040086715704456" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Tenho em mim algo que se revela
em cada momento que te vejo,
sinto em mim cada gota de desejo
que tenho quando estou longe de ti,
jamais senti por alguém o que sinto por você
e isto vem se definindo a cada encontro nosso,
quando estou longe quero estar perto
e quando estamos juntos não quero me separar,
você tem um lugar todo especial em minha vida 
e a cada dia vai tamando mais espaço dentro do 
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Por aquilo que és...
Por aquilo que queres ser...
Porque é alegria...
Porque és forte...
Porque um dia me mostrastes pelo teu sorriso,
pelo teu cheiro, que me persegue o dia inteiro...
Porque quando chegas tudo começa...
Porque quando vais, nada mais me interessa... 
Te Amo!
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Não é apenas suportar a ofensa. . .É esquecê-la.
Não é compadecer . . .
É ajudar, mesmo que isso se torne incômodo.
Viver, não é simplesmente sorrir. . .
É mais do que isso,
É fazer alguém sorrir.
Viver, não é medir sua ajuda,
É ajudar sem medir.
Não é ajudar somente quem está perto,
Mas estar sempre perto para ajudar.
Quem realmente vive e ama, não 
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Uma só idade para a gente se encantar com a vida e viver apaixonadamente e desfrutar tudo com toda intensidade sem medo nem culpa de sentir prazer.
Fase dourada em que a gente 
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Para ser estável, é necessário equilíbrio.
O equilíbrio entre:
Ser alegre, e não inconveniente.
Ser sincero, e não machucar.
Ser firme nas idéias, e não arrogante.
Ser humilde, e não submisso.
Ser rápido, e não impreciso.
Ser contente, e não complacente.
Ser despreocupado, e não descuidado.
Ser amoroso, e não pegajoso.
Ser pacífico, e não passivo.
Ser 
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Quebrar barreiras construídas ao longo do tempo,
Por amores do passado que foram em vão
É preciso muita renúncia em ser e mudança no pensar.
É preciso não esquecer que ninguém vem perfeito para nós!
É preciso ver o outro com os olhos da alma e se deixar cativar!
É preciso renunciar ao que não agrada ao seu amor...
Para que se moldem um ao 
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Nada há que impeça: amor não é amor
Se quando encontra obstáculos se altera,
Ou se vacila ao mínimo temor.
Amor é um marco eterno, dominante,
Que encara a tempestade com bravura;
É astro que norteia a vela errante,
Cujo valor se ignora, lá na altura.
Amor não teme o tempo, muito embora
Seu alfange não poupe a mocidade;
Amor não se transforma de hora em hora,

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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r32EmtV5nQenW-a4HJgfdk_HUmo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r32EmtV5nQenW-a4HJgfdk_HUmo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AndrRenato/~4/MMGBGGj7oys" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://re-nattolins.blogspot.com/2011/02/quando-o-amor-e-amor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUACQHwyfSp7ImA9Wx9bEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4929917406818959209.post-7389187239701671105</id><published>2011-02-20T14:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:42:41.295-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-20T14:42:41.295-03:00</app:edited><title>O contrário do amor</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://re-nattolins.blogspot.com/feeds/7389187239701671105/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://re-nattolins.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-contrario-do-amor.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4929917406818959209/posts/default/7389187239701671105?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4929917406818959209/posts/default/7389187239701671105?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AndrRenato/~3/FzaFDd7fd8Q/o-contrario-do-amor.html" title="O contrário do amor" /><author><name>André Renato Lins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252544676197632952</uri><email>natto_lins@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11235040086715704456" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">"O contrário de bonito é feio, de rico é pobre, de preto é branco, isso se aprende antes de entrar na escola. Se você fizer uma enquete entre as crianças, ouvirá também que o contrário do amor é o ódio. Elas estão erradas. Faça uma enquete entre adultos e descubra a resposta certa: o contrário do amor não é o ódio, é a indiferença.

O que seria preferível, que a pessoa que você ama passasse a lhe
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Você não só não esquece a outra pessoa como pensa muito mais nela...
Um dia descobrimos que se apaixonar é inevitável...
Um dia percebemos que as melhores provas de amor são as mais simples...
Um dia percebemos que o comum não nos atrai...
Um dia saberemos que ser classificado como o "bonzinho" não é bom . .
Um dia 
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O amor é como uma borboleta. Por mais que tente pegá-la, ela fugirá. 
Mas quando menos esperar, ela está ali do seu lado. 
O amor pode te fazer feliz, mas às vezes também pode te ferir. 
Mas o amor será especial apenas quando você tiver o objetivo de se dar somente a um alguém que seja realmente valioso. Por isso, aproveite o tempo livre para escolher.

Para
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Já segurei nas mãos de alguém por medo, já tive tanto medo, ao ponto de nem sentir minhas mãos. 
Já expulsei pessoas que amava de minha vida, já me arrependi por isso. 
Já passei noites chorando até pegar no sono, já fui dormir tão feliz, ao ponto de nem conseguir fechar os olhos.
Já acreditei em amores perfeitos, já 
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detalhes despercebidos, amores mal resolvidos.

Sou feito de choros sem ter razão,
pessoas no coração atos por impulsão.

Sinto falta de lugares que não conheci,
experiências que não vivi, momentos que já esqueci.

Eu sou amor e carinho constante,
distraído até o bastante, não paro por instante

Já tive noites mal dormidas, perdi pessoas muito queridas

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Não fique procurando cada ponto fraco meu.
Se ninguém resiste a uma análise profunda,
Quanto mais eu...

Ciumento, exigente, inseguro, carente
Todo cheio de marcas que a vida deixou
Vejo em cada grito de exigência
Um pedido de carência, um pedido de amor.

Amor é síntese
É uma integração de dados
Não há que tirar nem pôr
Não me corte em fatias
Ninguém consegue abraçar 
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Não se sabe revelar.
Sabe bem olhar p'ra ela,
Mas não lhe sabe falar.

Quem quer dizer o que sente
Não sabe o que há de *dizer.
Fala: parece que mente
Cala: parece esquecer

Ah, mas se ela adivinhasse,
Se pudesse ouvir o olhar,
E se um olhar lhe bastasse
Pr'a saber que a estão a amar!

Mas quem sente muito, cala;
Quem quer dizer quanto sente
Fica sem alma nem fala,
Fica
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aquela dos nossos sonhos.
Não existem príncipes nem princesas.
Encare a outra pessoa de forma sincera e real,
exaltando suas qualidades, mas sabendo também de seus defeitos.
O amor só é lindo, quando encontramos alguém que nos transforme
no melhor que podemos ser."
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é quando o amor ainda não foi embora, 
mas o amado já... 

Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou, 
é recusar um presente que nos machuca, 
é não ver o futuro que nos convida...

Saudade é sentir que existe o que não existe mais... 

Saudade é o inferno dos que perderam, 
é a dor dos que ficaram para trás, 
é o gosto de morte na boca dos que continuam... 

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Amor se vive ou não.
Ciúmes é um sentimento inútil. Não torna ninguém fiel a você.
Animais são anjos disfarçados, mandados à terra por Deus para
mostrar ao homem o que é fidelidade.
Crianças aprendem com aquilo que você faz, não com o que você diz.
As pessoas que falam dos outros pra você, vão falar de você para os outros.
Perdoar e esquecer nos 
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